Chapter 10 – Mixed emotions

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Chase stirred than suddenly opened his eyes. He reached for his face when his fingers bumped into a wet towel. He looked around in disbelief. The carpet, the pictures on the wall, the bookshelves, the piano…..this place still looked like House's flat and he was still laying on the same sofa as yesterday covered with a light green blanket. He didn't remember every detail clearly, but he was certain why he came here at the first place. He remembered feeling unwell, being angry, walking here in the storm, he should have known that the rain was coming and bring an umbrella at least, but he was more concerned with trowing that ominous blue plastic folder into House's face, than taking care of himself. He was still unable to explain his sudden rage and his mood swings after leaving the hospital yesterday. Probably House was right and he was simply very sick and tired. Maybe he was unconsciously looking for House's help, when coming to his place. And than, somehow, House took care of him, that was the consequence of it all. He felt a lot better than yesterday, at least that was his first impression. He sat up slowly and stroked his face.

"Oh! You are awake!"

"Where's House?"

"He left 2 hours ago. How are you feeling?"

"Um, better I guess."

"That's good. You were really sick. You got even House worried when you appeared yesterday."

"That's why he didn't throw me out I think."

"He didn't throw you out because he is not as bad as he wants people to see him. But you shouldn't spread the news."

"It shouldn't happen at all!"

"Oh, yeah, now you owe him. Be prepared, it's a 1:0 situation."

"But why House?"

"Fever makes people do crazy things. Look Chase, I know it feels stupid, but you needed a doctor to check you up, and well, House was a good choice from this respect. He would have done the same for Foreman or Cameron. Don't feel bad about it, he's going to keep his mouth shut."

"I should go now…I really didn't plan this….I just…"

"You were sick, that's all. Your clothes are in the bathroom. I can give you a ride."

"Thank you. Just 10 minutes."

"It's okey, take your time!"

Chase appeared a few minutes later. He looked like he was trying to put himself together, though the effect came out to be the same. Wilson looked him up.

"Are you sure you wanna go?"

"Yeah, I'm alright. And I definitely don't want House to find me here when he comes back."

"Okey. Oh! Chase, take the meds! You gonna need them. By the way, House said that you are on sick leave this week."

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Cameron was circling House since he got into the office, but now she couldn't wait any longer.

"What's up with Chase?"

"How the hell am I supposed to know that?! Ask him out!"

"He was not answering his phone…."

"Very strange…and you think it means something?"

"I'm just…"

"Oh Yeah! It means that he's either dumb or just avoids your sympathy…the latter seems more likely…"

"Or it means that something's wrong with him!"

"You got that from the not answering the phone part?"

"He seemed to be quite sick yesterday."

"Let me correct it, he was sick yesterday, so I sent him home, so he got med, so I sent him home again, so he called in sick."

"You talked to him?"

"He called in sick, it doesn't mean he called me."

"But what if he…"

"Oh! Come on! Nobody dies from a simple flu!"

"So you won't fire him?"

"Nope…I have something better in mind. But that's a secret."

"I seriously.."

"I was serious. I'm not going to fire him."

"Ok…."

"Ok??? Nothing, 'Oh, how nice you are, House!' or anything of the kind?"

Cameron smiled brightly and headed for the coffee machine. House chuckled that she found his answer more than acceptable. She was after Chase lately, that was too obvious not to notice. His thoughts somehow always returned to Chase. It was better not to be there when he wakes up. Not to hint that he was watching him throughout the night, changing the towels on his forehead and observing his face for familiar features. House cared, more than he imagined he would, he cared the way he cared about Stacy or Chloe, about anybody he has ever loved. It didn't come all of the sudden and it still needed to be strenghened, but it was there already. He couldn't get rid of the feeling.

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Chase closed the door of his apartment behind him. He throw the meds Wlison gave him onto the small caffee table and sat down. He opened one bottle, took a pill and swollowed it. He was starting to get worse again, but at least he was at his own place, and nobody was watching him. He felt so ashamed when he thought about last night. He let House see him being sick and not completely himself. It made him angry now. He rather wanted to hit House than thanking him. He forced himself to get up, have a shower and change his clothes before curling up in his bed and pulling the blanket tightly around himself. He was thinking about House and his mother. He knew her…before his dad knew her…He wanted to analyse what House said about it but he was too tired to pay attention.

'she dated the biggest jerks on earth…' He was mumbling it to himself before falling asleep.

TBC…..