Robert Chase's days fell into a routine after that. He'd wake up each morning with Allison sitting at his bedside around 8am. She would kiss him goodbye when breakfast came by around 8:30. He would have peaceful silence, except for the nurses who came for his vitals till 10. That's when Josh would come in. For about two hours Josh would work his legs and arms.

At first physical therapy would be held in his room. After a few days, Josh showed up with a wheelchair and took him to the physical therapy room.

Allison or lunch would be the next thing. With Allison came the idea of bathing. He preferred the days when she made it to him before lunch did.

After lunch he would always doze off. When he woke up the room usually housed the rest of the diagnostic team. House continued with his spiel about working better when Chase was in the room. They would break up normally around five if there was no reason for one of them to go run a test or take care of an emergency.

Dinner would arrive and Allison would stay. She would keep him company for a little while until he took his medication for the evening and fall asleep.

At first it didn't bother him, having people in the room. He still spent a good portion of the time sleeping or still on pain meds to not care what was going on. But as the days passed, and the pain meds were decreased he hated people in the room.

The nurses kept asking him if he was okay. Seeing if he needed anything. Being overly annoying. He didn't think that they did this for the regular patients. Didn't they understand that he didn't want to talk to them, that he wanted to be left alone?

Josh was worse than anyone. He kept reminding him of his physical limitations. Chase could barely keep himself upright. And he hated that. He was never physically weak. Even as a child he was the star of all the teams he was on in school. Swim, Track, Football and Rugby, he was a major player on all those teams. It was bad enough he didn't have time to bike ride, or ski, or kayak as he enjoyed doing too. Now it was going to be impossible for him to do it all.

Sure Josh kept saying that it would be getting easier as time passes, but Chase highly doubted it.

Worst of all had to be Cameron. Every time he saw her he couldn't help but feel sorry. He had made the mistake a few days earlier of asking what the date was. Once he was told he realized that he missed the wedding date that they had set up.

"Allison, I'm sorry." Chase said, a little disappointed that he had let his fiancé down.

"It's okay. I spoke to everyone and they understood when I canceled. When you get out of here we'll talk about it." And she changed the subject. To Robert it sounded like she didn't want to get married to him anymore. And he couldn't blame her.

He was useless. He couldn't walk unaided. He tired too easily. How was he supposed to hold a job? And he couldn't be a doctor. No one wanted an injured doctor. House was proof enough of that. To Robert that was the reason the House had his attitude, it covered the fact that he was injured. Robert knew that he couldn't be mean like that. No, he'd have to give up being a doctor.

He didn't even have a fiancé anymore. Allison didn't want him. She had canceled the wedding. They would talk about it when he was out of the hospital. Who knew how long that would be? No, she wanted nothing to do with him anymore. And House and Foreman didn't need him. He slept through most of the differentials.

There was no longer a need for him.

"Have you noticed anything different about Chase lately?" House asked Foreman the night before Chase was being moved to a rehab center. Everything had healed for the most part.

"Different how?" They were in the conference room. Foreman sat down in the chair and looked at House who was erasing the whiteboard. Their latest patient was on the road to recovery, another case had been solved.

"He seems off. He's quiet, doesn't even help in the differential anymore."

"He's still recovering. He might still be out of it."

"I don't think he's coping well."

"Like you're one to talk about coping." Foreman scoffed.

"It takes one to know one." House shot back as he grabbed his cane and headed out of the office.

"Leave him alone." Foreman called even though he knew that it wouldn't do any good.

And it didn't. House quickly moved on to the next person who he could talk to about Chase. "What do you want House?" Wilson said as he saw the person standing in his doorway.

"There is something up with Chase."

"How so?"

House took that as an invitation to walk in and sit down. "He doesn't talk to me anymore. Do you think he wants to break up?" House started.

"He's still trying to cope with everything. He lost part of his leg. His whole life is going to change."

"Don't you think I know that?" House exploded. "I know what its like for an injury to change everything. He's not talking to anyone. He's not making progress in therapy anymore. The physical therapist said that he isn't motivated. Anytime anyone goes to see him he's asleep."

"He's probably depressed. Talking to someone would help."

"He won't see a therapist. They tried. He won't see anyone. He even sleeps or fakes it when Cameron goes to visit. I think he feels useless." The last part House said softly.

Wilson wondered how much of what House was saying had to do with House's own feelings regarding his personal injury and how much was guilt over being the one to order the amputation. "How? He saved all those people. Hasn't anyone told him how the city has named him a hero?"

"He doesn't read the paper or watch the news. He refused to look at the letters or notes. The parents of the baby he delivered are dying to meet him. The parents of the kids he helped have sent donations into the hospital in his name. He doesn't want to talk to them or see them. Won't even take a call from the mayor."

"Maybe getting out of the hospital will help him." Wilson said. "I mean here he is in a place where he works, but on the opposite end. They say that doctors make the worst patients. I'm sure he will be fine once he gets to the rehab center." Wilson looked back down at his papers.

House stayed for a moment waiting to see if there would be any words of wisdom coming from Wilson. When there seemed to be none he turned and walked out. He still wasn't convinced that was the answer.

House's suspicions that Chase was not handling the accident and his recovery well were confirmed a week later by three events. The first being Cameron.

Since being moved into the rehab facility attached to the hospital, Cameron had been coming into work looking like crap. Well crap to the people who spent time with her. Dark smudges appeared under her eyes. Her hair was in a ponytail most of the time, looking like it was put up hastily while wet. Her clothing was clean, but slightly rumpled. While at work she seemed to deflect all questions about Chase's health and focused solely on the cases. If there was no case she was down in the clinic.

The second was the letter he found on his desk the Monday after Chase's move. The handwriting on the envelope looked like Chase's. He was going to ask Cameron what it was about, but noticing that it was actually mailed using a stamp and all made House think that Cameron had no clue something was even mailed.

Opening up the envelope he couldn't decide if he was shocked to see the letter of resignation or if he was expecting it. Putting it back in the envelope he grabbed his jacket and cane. It was about time some one did something about Chase's attitude. And if House couldn't reason with him, maybe his cane could.

Going into the conference room he saw Cuddy in the room with Cameron and Foreman. Cameron was sitting in a chair with her head in her hands and Foreman next to her. Cuddy was sitting near by talking softly to her. All House could hear was from Cameron saying, "I can't anymore." Over and over again.

"What's going on?" House asked curious to know what else Chase had done. Because only Chase could get Cameron this upset.

"He was just brought into the ER with a chest and sinus infection. He's refusing medication at the moment." Cuddy explained.

"Give her something to calm her down and put her to sleep. Where can I find the pain in the ass."

"House." Cuddy warned.

"No. It's about time someone smacked him upside the head. And I have the cane."

Cuddy told House where Chase was and went back to comfort Cameron. House went into his office picked up a different bag and headed off to find Chase.