He didn't know why he woke up. Chase felt his eyes open, and with a sigh he looked up to see House watching him. Chase began to panic, so he averted his eyes. What caught his attention was his bandaged up wrists. He didn't remember doing that, but then again, he doesn't remember that night much either.

"Mind telling me what your problem is?" Chase sunk lower in his bed.

"Don't bother. I already know." House got up and limped towards Chase, who was frightened House was leaving. "You're still thinking about Wilson and Aiden."

"I just don't understand why it happened. I might as well should of done it." Chase shifted in his bed and closed his eyes. He wished House would leave this subject alone, but of course, he went on.

"You're upset Aiden is gone because he isn't around to abuse you anymore. You liked that attention you got. Everyone heard about it and felt sorry for you." Chase stared at House, unable to speak. Was he right? Of course he was right. He's fucking Gregory House, he's never wrong.

"You're wrong." Chase told him plainly. House laughed and it made Chase uneasy.

"My dear boy, YOU are wrong. How long did it take you to leave Aiden?"

"I was afraid-"

"That people would stop talking about it." House finished the sentence. Chase's anger grew.

"Fuck you." He whispered.

"I bet you want that." House hissed right back at him. The distance between them was shortened, and their faces came closer together. After a while, they became entangled in a rough yet passionate kiss. Chase felt all his problems disappear and he grabbed onto House tighter. They weren't alone for long, as Cuddy entered the room, House jumped off the bed.

"How are you feeling?" She asked, looking at both of them as she obviously knew what they were up to.

"I'm fine. When can I leave?"

"That's why I came. You can leave now, but you'll have to have someone keep a close eye on you." She looked at House, who was now smirking.

"I suppose you are going to ask me to do it?"

"Please, House. Do something for me." She sighed.

"Don't worry." House put an arm around Chase. "I'll take very good care of this wombat." Chase struck a panicked look at Cuddy, who shrugged.

"Sorry, Chase, but someone needs to." She walked away and Chase wanted to jump out of bed and attack her.

"Come on now, get up, get dressed and packed." House grabbed Chase's arm and forced him up.

"I don't get this. I'm not suicidal."

"You tried to kill yourself two different ways. And you're an alcoholic."

"I am not." House shot him a look.

"Please. And I'm disappointed in you, Chase. You promised you wouldn't." Chase couldn't look at him.

"Mind telling me the change of heart?"

"Not right now." Chase yawned. "I'll tell you when I get some proper sleep." House rolled his eyes.

"Okay, princess. But I won't forget I asked."

"Of course not." Chase mumbled and got into the seat.