Chase woke up on his sofa. His clothes were bunched up uncomfortably. He had hardly slept. He rubbed his hands though his messy hair and groaned. For a second he had thought that the last few days had only been a bad dream but the truth quickly rushed back to him. He wished it had been nothing more than a dream.
With difficulty he pushed himself off the sofa and onto his feet. He stumbled into the bathroom and looked in the mirror with bleary eyes. He looked like hell. His eyes were baggy and red, his hair was a horrible mess. His shirt was stained with something, he didn't know what it was. He had been drinking last night, trying to forget. He put his hand to his head, it ached. He could take some pills to soothe the ache in his head but what could soothe the ache in his heart?
He stumbled into the bedroom and noticed the clock. he was already late for work. Maybe he should just give up, not show up at all. Maybe he should just crawl into bed and hope that he would die in his sleep. He fell onto the mattress, tears in his eyes. "I'm such a loser!" he muttered aloud. "Why would she want a piece of crap like me?" He sobbed into his pillow but then became quiet, thinking.
"Of course she wouldn't want me the way I have been acting. so desperate and sad. But...I could win her over. I could win her back if I could be strong! I could put on a brave face and smile and show her the man I am!" He pushed himself off of the bed and to his feet. "YES! I will be a man, for her! she will see how I really am. She will be sorry that she rejected this!" He laughed at his brilliant idea. He took a deep breath and went to get a quick shower and make himself look presentable. Normal. Manly. He would win her heart yet!
House stumbled into the meeting room, yawning. He was somewhat surprised to see Foremen leaning over shards of glass on the floor. "Finally!" House remarked, "You are reaching your true potential at this job!"
Foremen rolled his eyes and scoffed.
"That's coming out of your salary you know!" House said.
"I didn't break it." said Foremen.
"You aren't the type to clean up other people's messes." House observed. "So, who broke it? Someone you know and care about enough to clean after. I figured the only person you cared about enough to do that for would be yourself. Or maybe some of your homies! I told you not to bring them to the office! So unprofessional!"
Foremen stood up, shaking his head. He had collected some shards of glass into a styrofoam cup. He threw them in the trash. "I'll have to let them know to send a janitor in to clean it up a bit better. In the meantime don't walk around barefoot."
"Aww! way to ruin my fun!" House walked over to where the coffee pot used to be. "Damn. I wanted some coffee. Well, I guess I'll have to go find another caffeine fix. Maybe if I run into Cameron I can ask her why she broke the coffee pot." He limped out of the room.
"How did he know it was Cameron?" Foremen wondered aloud.