Short little drabble. I was in a crappy mood so I decided to take it out on Dr. Chase...oh and sorry if anything is OOC which it probably will be.
Disclaimer: I don't own Dr. Chase (aw…darn) or anyone else…(by the by this is before they did the whole new cast surgeon thingy)
Flowers. Such a stupid idea. So useless. So…girls love them. Why? I have no idea. They're pretty at first but then they die. Dead. D-e-a-d. Dead. Useless. Wow this is morbid…Why'd I buy them anyway? Oh right. Cameron.
"Chase? What the hell are you staring at?" Forman asks nudging me in the shoulder.
"Oh…um…nothing" I managed to stutter out.
What the hell? What did I miss?
"Okay Dr. Chase since you were paying excellent attention to the diagnostic Can you tell me what Mrs. Miller has?" Gregory House yelled across the office. Why does he always have to glare when he talks? Does he really care about anyone else? Yes. He does. He cares about Cameron.
"Well...based on the…um" I said looking for the annoying little white board with all the shot down symptoms. The one day its not here….Great.
"No. I cant" I say looking down.
"Of course you can't. If your not going to pay attention. Leave" House said glaring yet again. "Your all dismissed"
Finally! I have to get out of here. Take a break. Forget. Yeah…like that's going to happen.
"Hey! Chase wait up!"
I turn around to see Forman trudging behind me. "Yeah?' I ask.
"What's your problem? Did Cameron shoot you down last night?" He asked looking both irritated and amused at the same time.
"Oh…right. It was…"I trailed off trying to describe what happened last night. "I didn't even leave the hospital last night…slept in the on-call room" I say. Well it's not a lie…not the truth. I did leave, to buy flowers.
"Your hopeless. If you don't catch her someone else will," He said giving a stern look.
"Someone else has" I say walking away.
"They have? Who?" Forman yells following me.
The man who doesn't care. Who doesn't give a damn. Our boss.
"House" I say heartlessly. And for the third time that day. Just walk away. From House. From Cameron. From Forman. From it all. I just want to get to my car and drive home and sleep.
I get to my car. Crap. I think. I forgot my keys, but where?
"Perfect" I say to myself. "There in the office"
So as I walk back through the hospital parking lot I see the two people I have been trying to avoid all day. Doing just what they were last night. But at least this time I didn't look like a complete idiot with flowers in my hand. The flowers that are still in the backseat of my car. Dying. Losing color and hope.
This day never ends.