In the end a 14 year old young boy lost his mother to nothing more than alcohol poisoning.
When House finally had concluded this Chase was fed up with the mother who seem to have everything but the husband that had left her years ago because of her drinking. Then there was the boy who was left to pick up the pieces of his broken mother because his father couldn't handle the mess.
"This fuckin' sucks," Chase screamed and slammed down the thick file he had in his hands on the table and hurriedly walked out of the diagnostic room.
Everyone had stopped what they were doing including House who was on the phone with Cuddy. "House….House," she repeated.
"I'll have to get back with you on that," and hung up the phone without listening to her reply.
Cameron went to follow Chase who had drooled over him since being dumped, if that what someone would call it, by House year earlier. Knowing that Chase could barley stand to work with her and really did not want anything to do with her on a personal level caught her before he could leave the room.
"I'll talk care of Wombat. Don't worry your pretty little head," House said to Cameron, pushed her back into the room and let the door close. As he walked away he mumbled to himself "I hope she'll get the hint and not follow."
As House turned back to see if Cameron had followed he could see Foreman telling her something.
"Cameron, you know Chase does not like you."
"What?"
"Neither one of us can barely stand your personality. Do us all a favor and let House handle it. Just stay here and don't worry your pretty little head like House said," Foreman stated.
Confused, Cameron had enough sense to stay put in the room.
House had a pretty good idea where Chase was going. The same spot that he had gone to for years himself, just like Chase had, to think and sort out his problems, the roof. There were times when he had caught Chase there – the time that his father had died, after numerous relationship arguments with Cameron, House, Foreman and even his father, the time that Cameron told him that their relationship, or what ever it was, was over – or times when Chase needed to get away from the hustle and bustle of the hospital.
House didn't know how to approach Chase so that he would actually talk to him. "Ah…so, what brings you up here?"
"Figures you would be the one to come after me."
"Cameron wanted to come….," House started but Chase interrupted
"Yeah, all that bitch is worried about is her fucking reputation. That or a way to get a quick screw out of me."
"So you're not upset about that boy and his drunken mother?"
"Why even discuss it?"
"Because it's bothering you."
"Why should I even care? I know how it ends anyways. Shit, the father probably has some bimbo on the side that he's screwing – doesn't give a rat's ass about his own son."
Chase was lost in the memory, allowing a few tears to roll down his cheeks, not remembering that House was standing right in front of him.
"All the father had to do was tell the mother how wonderful she was once in a while or the outfit that she wore looked good on her. Something that made her feel that she was beautiful. No, instead he kept telling her that she was a piece of shit and so was her bastard son."
House was in shocked in the admission that was spoken before him. The tears had turned into sobs and all House could do was hugged his wombat tightly until the tears and shaking had stopped.
Come back to reality, House released Chase and he admitted more about himself. "The last argument that they had which was a week before she had died I heard. They argued over something stupid but I heard Rowan talk about the first time my mother cheated on him. I learned that Rowan wasn't my biological father. Apparently she got knocked up at some bar when they had their first argument about her drinking. After she died and everything settled down Rowan showed me the results and true to his word I was not his son.
When I was 5 I broke my arm falling out of a tree. My mom, not knowing what else to do, took me to the hospital where Rowan worked. No one at the hospital even knew Rowan was even married let alone had a son. He didn't even have me or my mum on his medical insurance. My dad had to do some quick explaining to his colleagues about why I was never brought around. Rowan never forgave me for that incident."
House for the first time was speechless and didn't know what to say.
"Hey, after things settle down, do you want to grab a beer or something?" House asked
Shocked but ecstatic, "Yeah. Thanks. I would like that, Chase commented back.
House, for the first time in a long while was happy.