Bruises
"What the hell happened?" Chase turned at the sharp question. Foreman stalked towards the blonde, his eyes focused on the dusky bruise spread like ink across his skin.
Chase turned away, instinctively trying to hide the left side of his face. A dark finger halted his efforts.
"Robert, let me see." Light pressure gently coaxed Chase's head to the side allowing Foreman an up close and personal view of the ugly blemish.
"Who?" It was more snarl than question.
"It doesn't matter." Foreman's eyes darted around the lobby.
"Come on." Foreman tugged on Chase's wrist leading him into a deserted corner before spinning around violently. "Someone socks you and it's not a big deal?" Chase smiled sheepishly, he had quickly learned, in the past that Foreman was a sucker for his smile; the glare he received for his efforts immediately distorted his smile into a frown.
"Another patient? No." Foreman's hackles rose. "Tritter?" Chase gave the other man a look. "Fine, who else could it have been, Chase?" He was practically yelling and Chase couldn't look him in the eye.
"Are you trying to protect some…one?" Large hands framed a pallid face, brown eyes searching frantically for answers. "House. Was it that bastard?" Bright blue eyes flickered down to the floor. "Shit…that son-of-a-bitch. I'm going to kill him."
"You can't."
"Why the hell not?" Now Foreman was yelling, loudly, in front of a lobby full of people.
"Eric!" His sound of his first name used in the hospital stopped the man before he could continue. "We'll talk about this later okay? At home?" Chase spent a few anxious moments trying to convince the other man to just…let…it…go…at least for now.
Finally, finally Foreman nodded but before he left he brushed his knuckles against the darker skin on Chase's jaw. His hand was gentle but his eyes were angry.
"He won't touch you again."