Sorry for the slow updates everyone D: I'll try to update a little faster okay? ^-^ And this chapter is rated M-ish .
I've been working on an ish sequel, since this story is almost over, and I was wondering wether or not I should just combine the two stories or write them separately? Because the sequel focuses on another pairing too .
Anyways, enjoy reading~ ^.^
House woke up by nurses poking him with needles and taking blood samples. They were checking his tox screen again. They had to until it was somewhat normal again.
"Good morning to you too." He groaned to no one in particular.
Chase wasn't in the room anymore, which was a good thing. He was probably at work.. He wondered how they were doing without him and how long it would take before one of them came to him for some answers.
One of the nurse had dared come in the room with a bowl of water and towels, daring to ask him to let her give him a sponge bath.
"You are not sponge bathing me!" He yelled at her. She tried to persuade him into letting her, but he managed to lower her self esteem enough to make her go away.
The first of his staff members to cave was Cameron. Soon, all three of his staff members were around his hospital bed with the whiteboard at the foot of the bed with a never ending list of symptoms. Even if he was temporarily fired, House still managed to do his job.
House avoided all eye contact with Chase. He was worried that if their eyes met, it might reveal everything that had happened between the two of them, that Cameron and Foreman would find out. He didn't want that. At least.. not now.
House was telling them which tests to run when Cuddy walked in the room.
"You're not fit to do your job right now." She said, even though she knew that wouldn't change a single thing. She knew better than to stop him from doing his job. "Why wouldn't you let nurse Lexie do her job earlier? And was it necessary to make her cry?" She sighed.
"I didn't want her to touch me in certain areas." House said. "I'm not comfortable with that. Besides, she didn't really turn me on enough." He managed to say with a straight face.
"Fine." Cuddy said, unimpressed. "Want me to send someone who will?" For a fraction of a second, House could have sworn he saw Cuddy looking at Chase. She knew. The woman freaking knew! How!
"I can wash myself thank you very much."
"Okay, you know where the showers are. Go ahead." Cuddy replied all smartass-y. House glared at her. Why was she making his life so difficult right now? He could barely get up to go to the bathroom, there wasn't any way he'd be able to walk all the way to the freaking showers. Even with vicodin that would be impossible.
"If I get someone to wheel-chair you there will you cooperate?"
"Do I have to?"
"You can't not shower House." Cuddy rolled her eyes. "Someone will be here at six."
"What, am I being chaperoned now?"
"Well you are under suicide watch."
An awkward silence dawned over the room and Cuddy smiled. It was a nice, gentle and caring smile. Even though she was making him go through all of this, House was glad she was in his life. He also appreciated his team and everything they did for him. Wilson too, he had no better friend than Wilson.
"H-House?" Cameron said worriedly. "Are you okay?"
House cursed under his breath and wiped his watery eyes.
"One of the most annoying parts of overdose would be-"
"Intense mood swings?" Cameron said, surpressing a shocked laugh.
"House? Having a mood swing?" Foreman joked. "That's not possible, because he'd have to have emotions.
"Who knew there was a heart under all that asshole-sarcasm?" Cuddy joined in. "
"Oh ha ha." House grumbled. "Let's all make fun of the sick guy." he looked at Chase. "Aren't you going to join in on this let's-all-insult-House party?" He said, and suddenly wished he hadn't. There was sort of an awkward silence as they all waited for Chase's response. His face was completely serious.
"I don't want to insult you." He said "I mean, come on. It's his first time feeling emotions. Let's not overwhelm him."
House pretended to be hurt by that comment but laughed with everyone else. Despite the current situation, he was having fun right now. He was enjoying this. He couldn't help but smile at Chase. He felt so stupid and crazy in love right now. He hated it. He also felt vulnerable. But.. He was okay with this for now. He couldn't wait until this whole suicide watch thing was over and everything went back to normal. Well.. Maybe not everything.
Chase stayed with him for a while after the others left to run some tests. Cuddy had put him in charge of checking House's tox screens. Even though that's all he had to do, he checked up on House every hour or so, asking how he was feeling him, giving him boringly detailed updates on the patient.
"Chase?" House said, sometime around seven. "You're starting to annoy me."
Chase smiled sheepishly. "Sorry." He said. "I just wanted to tell you it's almost six."
House groaned. "Can you do me a favour ?"
"Sure. Anything."
"Get me out of here. Now."
"You know I can't do that." Chase said sympathetically. "I'm not authorized."
"I, your boss am authorizing you, Robert Chase, to get me out of here now."
Chase sighed.
"If I get fired it's your fault." He said as he left to get a wheelchair. He had to help House into it, since he was still to weak to walk on his own.
"Where to?" Chase asked as they got out of the room.
"Anywhere but here." House said. "My office."
They made their way in pure silence.
"You know, House, you're going to have to shower eventually." Chase said. "The smell's really starting to get to me." He said jokingly.
"We're not done with the insults?" House grinned. "And I'll shower, just.. Not with the nurse."
"What about with me?" Chase asked. Wishing he'd phrased that a little better.
"Dr. Chase, are you asking me to shower with you?" House said, mocking him.
"You know what I meant." Chase said, blushing a little. "Stop putting words you wished I'd said in my mouth."
Chase's smile faded quickly when he spotted Wilson at the end of the hall.
"Is he supposed to be out?" Wilson called out.
"Bath time!" House said. "No time to talk."
Chase kept walking, pushing House in his chair. He was enjoying this. He desperately wanted to talk to House about what had happened the night before, but understood that House most likely didn't want to. Maybe he didn't even remember…
"Where are we going?" House asked.
"We're going to give you a bath."
House groaned. "I knew you were trying to get in my pants you naughty doctor!"
Chase rolled his eyes and opened the locker room door for House to get in.
The locker room was divided in three parts. Bathrooms, lockers and showers. There were a few showers near the bathroom and one large shower with multiple shower heads, meant for multiple people simultaneously. House had never used it because he preferred showering alone.
"Alright, well you can just shower and I'll be waiting here by the lockers." Chase said as he sat down at one of the rows of lockers. House undressed in the next row of lockers and walked into the shower, holding on to the metal bars on the wall for support.
He felt relieved when the warm water hit his skin.
"Still alive?" Chase asked from the other side of the wall.
"No, I died three minutes ago." House smiled to himself. "There isn't any soap here!" He yelled at Chase.
Chase got up and headed towards the sinks. There were baskets with shampoo bottles and sealed soap bars. He grabbed one of each.
"I'm going to throw it over the wall." Chase said.
House waited until they came over the wall, hit the opposite and slid to the middle of the shower room.
"You're gonna have to do better than that, Robert." House yelled.
"What, do you want me to go in there and fetch it for you?" Chase yelled back sarcastically.
"Well I can't get it."
"Put a towel on!"
"Oh you're such a baby!"
"Can't you get it yourself?"
"Sure," House said with sarcasm. "If I'd like to die."
"Well lucky for us that seems to be the case!" Chase said as he walked into the shower. He was slightly thankful House had a towel around his waist.
"I don't want to die?" House said seriously.
"Well then why did you overdose?"
House sighed. "Again with this? I don't know why I did it, okay? I wasn't thinking straight. I was confused."
"Why?"
"Because I knew you loved me… And it drove me crazy because, well it made me realize that I do too."
Chase grinned. "Do what?"
"What I just told you." House said, not liking where this was going.
"Yeah, I wasn't listening. Could you repeat it?"
"I hate you."
"No I'm pretty sure you just admitted that you love me."
"Let me shower." House said. When Chase got closer to him, he somewhat panicked and turned the faucet on, completely soaking Chase.
"You bastard!" Chase yelled as he reached for the faucet. House stopped him by grabbing his arm.
"As I was saying before you rudely interrupted," He said, looking into Chase's eyes. "I did it because.. I don't know. You make me feel things I've never felt before."
"You sound like you're going through puberty." Chase said.
"You just completely killed the moment." House sighed. "Never mind. Just go away. Let me shower." House said.
"After you just soaked my clothes? I don't think so. No way I'm letting you shower in peace now."
House shrugged. "Suit yourself." With those words he let the towel drop to the floor, leaving Chase shocked and baffled. House grinned at Chase's reaction.
"So can you give me the soap?" He asked.
"Get it yourself." Chase said, regaining life. House sighed. He decided to test his luck and try to get the soap. He actually successfully managed to walk to the soap, get it, and return to the shower.
No. Actually he fell halfway there. Chase hurried to help him up.
It was sort of an accident, really, when you thought about it. Their faces just.. Accidentally met is all. The fact that House was on the floor naked, and that Chase was on top of him didn't change a thing.
Okay it changed everything.
Never had either of them kissed anyone with such passion before. They were in pure ecstasy. House managed to get Chase's shirt off, and eventually they were both standing again, holding each other tightly, still not breaking the kiss. Not even for air.
There was a loud crashing noise at the entrance that caught both of their attention.
"Really!" House yelled. "Again!"
At the entrance, the nurse from the other night was standing there with the sponge bath equipment scattered all over the floor.
"I'm so sorry!" She yelled. Her face was as red as a tomato. "I though-"
"Just go." Chase said, clearing his throat. He picked up the soap and threw it at House.
"Finish showering." He picked up his wet shirt from the ground and headed back to the lockers. Though he sounded angry, House saw a wide grin on his face.