Present time:

'Why do things like this always happen to me?' Chase thought as the nurse came in to check his pulse and ask if he needed anything. 'I don't get it. Am I just cursed with bad luck?'

"How are you Dr. Chase?" asked the nurse with a sympathetic smile.

"Just fine" Chase replied in a raspy voice. I feel like crap

Life's not fair. It never really was fair for Robert Chase, but as he lay in the hospital bed that he's been in for four days now, he couldn't help but think what he did to deserve a punishment like this. Cameron comes and visits him to tell him he's going to be fine and not to worry, but he can't help but think the worst. She sits with him and rubs his hand and coos sweet nothings in his ear. But when they think he's asleep they talk about how he's getting worse and they need to diagnose soon or else it will be too late. He's always hated pity and he still does, but he knows people will still pity him even though he tells them not to. 'Oh why, does it always have to be me?'

6 days ago:

He loved crossword puzzles. It always keeps his mind off things when their not doing a differential. Chase sat in the conference room chewing on his trusty pencil working on his crossword puzzles. Cameron sat across from him reading the newspaper while taking a sip of her coffee. She makes a face and gets up to pour it down the sink. Foreman couldn't make a cup of coffee if his life depended on it. Foreman was the first to come in and the first one in has to make the coffee. He is currently sitting in the seat next to Chase reading a medical journal. Everything was right in the Princeton Plainsboro Hospital; nothing could disturb this serene peace. Well, almost anything.

"Good morning my ducklings, anything new going on?" House said sarcastically as he burst through the doors making them all jump.

"House," Cameron said with a pissed off look. "That was uncalled for."

"Oh, is it that time of month Cameron?" House said as he got a cup of coffee. He took a sip and grimaced, moving to the sink to pour it out. "Who made the coffee? It tastes like shit."

"I did," Foreman said as he rolled his eyes. "Besides you don't drink coffee."

"Well I didn't until today," said House "Busy night you know, that hooker really knew what she was doing."

Foreman rolled his eyes and got up to get some more 'delicious' coffee.

"It's not that bad." He mumbled as he passed House who stopped him with his cane.

"Wombat, go make some decent coffee before I get to cranky." House said as he sidestepped a fuming Foreman to pour out the 'shit' coffee. He glanced up from the sink to see Chase zoned out staring at his crossword. "Yo, Wombat, I said make some more coffee."

Chase looked up startled from the crossword he was doing. "What?"

House just sighed and said, "Make more coffee."

Chase furrowed his eyebrows "Why me? What about Cameron"

House rolled his eyes and said "Because I don't want her cooties. Now make some."

Chase just sighed and got up to do what he was told. He never understood why everyone wanted him to make the coffee. They say Foreman's sucked but he thinks it's just fine, if you add a lot of cream and sugar it almost tasted normal. As he got to the pot he sneezed into his hand and started to cough. When he stopped everyone was looking at him.

"What?" He said with a puzzled expression.

House just sighed and shook his head. "Nothing, just forget the coffee. I don't want your germs," He said with a pained voice. "I guess I'll have to make it myself." And with that he pushed Chase out of the way. When he did this, Chase fell down from the pressure of his cane pushing on him. Cameron shot up from her seat to go help him.

"Are you okay?" she asked giving him a hand. "You seem kind of sick this morning, maybe you should go home."

"No," Chase said as he accepted her hand. "It's just a cold. It's not that bad" As he got up House gave him an amused expression.

"Wow Wombat, I knew you were a weakling but I didn't know you were that weak." House said as he started to brew some more coffee.

Chase just glared at him and said, "It's just a cold, it will pass soon enough."

"Whatever you say Wombat." And with that House went into his office with a steaming cup of coffee in one hand, his cane in the other. Cameron started looking Chase over with a worried expression.

"Really Chase, you don't look so good, go home and get some rest."

"I said I'm fine," Chase argued as he sat back down. "I just need to take a pill or something and then I will feel as good as new."

"I don't know Chase," Cameron said looking apprehensive. "You look pale and your skin feels warm. You might contaminate a patient or-"

"Cameron I said I'm fine." Chase said irritated. "Can you just, drop it okay? I already have a headache."

Cameron just glared at him and said, "See you are sick. Go home, get some rest, and don't come back until you feel better." she ordered as she pointed to the door with one hand on her hip in a very motherly manner.

"But Cameron, I said I feel fi-" Chase started to say but he was cut off by another violent coughing fit. He was hunched over the desk for about five minutes until it finally stopped and he could breathe. Just then House came in with an empty cup.

"Cameron's right Wombat, we don't want you to get any more people sick now do we?" House said as he put his cup in the sink. "Go home. I don't want to see your pretty little head here until you get all better" he said sarcastically.

"But-"

"Now"

Chase sighed in defeat and got up from his chair.

"That's a good little Wombat" House said as he started to leave. "Foreman go do my clinic hours."

"Why me?" Foreman asked as House turned back to look at him with a bored expression.

"Because Wombat is sick and you make the worst coffee." House said in a 'duh' kind of tone. He turned to leave again. "I'm going to see if I can guess what color panties Cuddy is wearing today." And with that he left and started limping toward the elevator.

"Well I guess I'm going now." Chase said as he also started to leave. "Wonder what I'm going to do now." He mumbled under his breath. Cameron just stared off after him and shook her head.

"I'm going to help out in the ER." She said to Foreman who was now leaving.

"Whatever." He said as he left. And with that Cameron left as well to go to the ER. Little did she know that in a few hours she will be seeing Chase again.

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Hey everyone!! Hope you like it so far. Sorry if there are any spelling or grammar mistakes. This is my first House Fanfic so go easy on me and no flames please. Read & Review. Criticism is welcome. Now go and click that pretty little purple button please!! I don't own House md or any of its characters though i wish i did. Till next chapter

~tkaa