Chapter Two
The next day, Chase decided to consult his team about the issue. Sure, they weren't his best friends, but they did help him when he needed them. That was good enough.
Once again, he was first into the conference room. He was always early, mostly because he didn't have any family or friends. He really was starting to feel like House, and it was making him want to help him more.
But he had started thinking about what Wilson really said. He said he 'thought' something else was wrong…well he might be as bad a normal! He might just dismiss it. No. He couldn't do that.
After about 20 minutes, the rest of the team arrived.
He took a deep breath, and said what he needs to say.
"House isn't dead" he announced after many seconds of silence.
"I though you said you didn't believe me" Foreman teased.
"Shut up. I really have something important to say" Chase yelled, making everyone jump. "Wilson visited me last night, and he has-
"FREEZE! P.P.P.D! LET'S SEE YOUR HANDS!"
Ps. I made this chapter shorter just to try and make it effective. Please review! Thanks! ~Joe
