I walked out of the MRI room felling like an idiot for exploding at Foreman like that after sitting there for about five minutes. Since I was staring at the ground I didn't realize there were other people walking in front of me. On my way back to 'Headquarters' – as I had been calling it for the five hours that I had been working here so far- I accidentally ran into Chase. Once again I found myself with my ass planted firmly on the ground.
"Oh, sorry," He said extending a hand to help me up. Gratefully I took the helping hand and pulled myself up with it.
"Thanks," I said brushing my bangs out of my face with the hand that wasn't gripping his. "Sorry, I wasn't watching where I was going…" I said.
"Yeah I figured you wouldn't be. Especially after Foreman walked into the office muttering something about how crazy you are." He said, and I secretly wondered why we were still holding hands. When I remembered how I had humiliated myself in front of Foreman, I started blushing. "Listen, Alex. Maybe we should get that CT scan and blood test sooner than planned…" He said releasing my hand and starting to rub his shoulder in a nervous sort of way. I tried to refrain from biting my lip, but I couldn't restrain myself. "What is it you aren't telling me?" He asked turning his head slightly to the side.
"Nothing, absolutely nothing, I was just wondering how House would respond to us not being in the He- office for however long it took us to get the tests finished." I said, and he obviously started to think it over.
"It won't be very nice, but we need to get these tests done. I don't want to be worrying about you all day while I'm trying to do my job." He said with his arms crossed. My eyes watered up a little and my face got stuck in that weird smiling frown type state. 'He thinks about me all day…' I thought and kept staring at him. "What are you staring at?" He said staring at me with his classic, what's-wrong-with-you look.
"You think about me all day?" I said staring at him with my puppy dog eyes, batting my eyelashes. He started to blush a bit as his eyes darted around the hall.
"I never said that…" He said, sounding a little upset. I didn't care what he said. I knew that he did, and I just smiled. Grabbing his hand I started dragging him off. "Whoa! Where are we going?"He asked.
"To get the tests done, of course…" I said blushing and smiling, all the while thinking 'wow, I didn't realize he care so much.' Finally we got to the clinic, where it would be the easiest to get the blood test done. I sat down on the chair and watched as Chase tied the elastic around my arm and gently poked the needle into my skin. It hurt but only for a second or two, and after that I didn't feel a thing. However, as soon as I saw the blood in the vile and how quickly it was rushing in, I almost fainted. Chase looked at me and put a reassuring hand on my shoulder. Weakly, I smiled at him and placed my free hand on his. As I looked past him, I saw my reflection on the paper towel dispenser. My face was so pale it looked like a ghost was staring back at me instead of my reflection.
"Just about finished," Chase said, drawing the second vile of blood. I tried to smile, but the smell wafting from the first vile was making me more dizzy than I already was. He looked up at me, and then realized his mistake. Quickly he put a stopper on the vile so no more of the dizzying fumes could reach my sensitive nose. I smiled and muttered a quick 'Thank You'. The second vile was just about full when Rob- Chase's pager went off. In his haste to see who it was, he accidentally knocked the second full vile to the floor, shattering it and spilling the blood everywhere. I looked down at it and nearly threw up. The mere thought of that being my blood on the floor made me nauseous. Quickly, I shut my eyes tight, but shutting my eyes didn't stop the smell from creeping up into my nose. I didn't know if Chase was still there or not, since I didn't dare open my eyes, but when I tried to say something, I felt myself losing consciousness, and falling over onto what I thought would be the ground.
I didn't know how much time had passed when I opened my eyes again, but I had a feeling it was long enough for anyone to be sufficiently worried about my condition. At first I wondered why my head wasn't hurting, and then I realized what I had fallen on was soft and warm. Before I decided to open my eyes, I realized there was something on my back. I couldn't tell exactly what it was but it sort of felt like a… Oh shit. My eyes shot open and I checked to see what I had fallen on.
"Glad to see you're finally awake," the person underneath me said. "You weigh a lot more than you look like you do when you're unconscious." When I turned to look at the face of the person, my fears were confirmed. The face that was maybe two inches away was Chase's. His expression was one of slight pain, but there was still a smile on his face. I started to scramble to get up off of Chase, but only was able to sit up. I looked down at Chase and saw the blood surrounding him and staining his coat and hair.
I just about collapsed again, but before I could, Chase grabbed my arms and held me up.
"Alex! Stay with me, I can't have you lying on top of me for another five minutes…" He yelled, and somehow I shook it off. Then what he said actually got through to me.
"Five minutes!" I shouted at him wide eyed," why in the world didn't you even try to wake me up before now?" I asked him still shouting. I was infuriated! I couldn't believe Chase had just let me lie there unconscious on top of him. Yet, a part of me was kind of glad that he hadn't woken me up.
"You try even moving with someone who weighs just as much as you do on your chest." He said back to me.
"Oh! I get it! So now I'm fat am I?" I said glairing down at him.
"No, that's not what I said! I said that..." He started, but I cut him off before he could finish his sentence.
"I don't care what you said it's what you implied." I said. Before Chase even had time to stutter an apology, I got up and stormed out of the room. I was so aggravated; you could almost see the smoke coming from my ears. It took a minute or two, but finally Chase caught up with me and tried to calm me down.
"Listen Alex, I didn't mean for what I said to sound like an insult." He said.
"Well it's too late for that." I muttered back at him angrily. Without my noticing, he positioned himself infront of me and stopped, forcing me to actually listen to what he had to say.
"The truth is, I didn't even try to move you." He said holding me in place by the shoulders.
"Oh yah? And why is that? Is it because you knew you would strain your muscles too much?" I said, tears filling my eyes at the horribly cruel comment I had just made about myself.
"No, I- oh never mind, it's too embarrassing…" He said releasing me and looking off to the side.
"What is it?" I said slightly calmed down, and very interested.
"You just looked so happy lying there, happier than I've seen you in a long time…" He said looking me straight in the eyes.
"You mean happier than I've been since my dad and mum died…" I said feeling tears form once again in my eyes. Chase was about to reply when suddenly a voice we both knew too well came on over the loud speaker.
"Will all the red-coats report to the queen's office?" House said. We both rolled our eyes at the same time and muttered, "We're not British we're Australian," to each other. Both of us started heading for the office of the Dean of Medicine, knowing that instead of Dr. Cuddy's face we'd see House sitting there smugly with Cameron and Foreman standing behind him like body guards. Both of them with their arms crossed and sour looks on their faces. We both knew exactly what was going to happen; we just wished that what we knew would somehow change just because we wanted it to.