PaRt iii

Sorry it took me awhile to update; I got stuck. I wrote the last chapter differently than I expected, so I had to figure out a different way and reason for Chase to do what he does later on. It will get better, I promise! Now that's a promise I will keep. . . hopefully. Tee hee. Right! Sadness and drama, I'm on it! Bye!

House noticed right away that Chase seemed to be in a better mood. . . and that Cameron's cheeks were strangely flushed. He didn't want to think about what they did in the other room, it gave him the creeps. Foreman walked up to Chase and Cameron, ignoring the difference in their mood.

"Come on Chase. Please? One beer? I don't want to drink alone!" he pretended to sound desperate. Chase looked around the room, hands in his pockets.

"Ah, everyone in the room is drinking, Foreman. You aren't alone."

"Pleeease. . ." Foreman fake begged.

"Oh, alright."

"Are you sure that's a good idea?" Cameron asked Chase as Foreman walked away to get Chase a drink.

"Don't worry. After we talked, I realized I should let things pass. Giving up wasn't the right option."

"Okay. . ." Cameron was still a little concerned.

"It's okay." Chase reassured her. "I'm only having one. What harm can that do?"

Famous last words.

lllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll

House was talking to, or trying to talk to, Cuddy when they heard a sudden eruption of cheers coming from the bar. Cuddy and House eyed each other and stared back at the bar which fell silent once more.

"It seems like everyone is enjoying themselves." House swirled the drink in his glass around and then drained it. It looked as if half the hospital, even Wilson and his wife, were crowded around someone. Or more than one someone.

Cuddy began walking over to see what was going on and House, having nothing else to do, limped behind her. House came up behind her as she was saying,

" Dr. Foreman, Dr. Chase! What are you doing!" Her voice raised and everyone surrounding fell silent and turned to face Cuddy. House raised his eyebrows.

"I think it's kind of obvious what their doing Cuddy. I just want to know why they didn't invite me. I could drink you both under the table."

Both Foreman and Chase were sitting at the bar, empty shot glasses littered around the bar some on there sides, others upside down. The only person, House noticed, that looked worried and uncomfortable was Cameron who stood close to Chase and every time Chase took a shot, she shook her head and sighed. House walked up to her.

"How long have they been doing this?"

"I don't know, a while."

"Who's winning?"

"House this isn't funny. Anyway, Foreman stopped like, 10 or 15 minutes ago. I tried to tell Chase to stop but he obviously wouldn't. I'm worried. Chase had a bad experience with drinking in his past and I. . . I'm scared. For him." Cameron was obviously very distraught. House could tell this wasn't a friend thing anymore. Chase really meant something to Cameron.

"Alright kids. The party's over. Let's say it's a tie, huh." House pushed through the crowd. "I see you've had your fun, but poor Cuddy here, well, lets just say that this isn't the way she wanted her party to turn out."

Foreman stood unsteadily, supporting himself by putting one hand on the bar.

"Yes mother. I'll stop. Shall I go my timeout corner now?" he slurred. Everyone laughed. House frowned. They wouldn't laugh if he said that. Now that Foreman was under control, House turned to Chase.

Cameron was already fussing over him, trying to pull the full shot glass out of his hand. Chase was laughing. By now, everyone had begun to wander away. Now only House, Cuddy, Cameron, Wilson and an unsteady Foreman were left standing.

"What's. . . going. . .on. . ." Chase slurred tilting a little on the stool.

"Something's not right. . . guys shush a minute." Everyone quieted down when Cameron said that and she leaned in and listened to Chase's breathing. Chase took a breath and everyone could see Cameron counting. ". . .seven. . . eight." Cameron looked at everyone else. Eight seconds between his slow and shallow breaths. They all knew what that meant.

"Alcohol poisoning. We need to call an ambulance." Cuddy took her cellphone out of her purse. Cameron grasped Chase's hand.

"Oh my god. . . you're so cold and clammy." Cuddy got off the phone and nodded to everyone, letting them know help was on the way. "Stay awake okay Chase? Don't fall asleep."

"Alright little pumpkin. . . " garbled Chase as he threw up on the floor.

"Oh, that's an image I'll share with my grandchildren." House leaned on his cane, sarcasm the only way to mask the worry he felt for the Aussie doctor. The sounds of an ambulance siren was heard outside and everyone turned away for a moment. Suddenly there was a thud. Everyone turned around to see Chase passed out on the floor.

"Crap!" Cuddy cursed. The ambulance workers finally wheeled a gurney in. "Get your asses in here NOW!" Cuddy yelled at them and they hurried up. Meanwhile, Cameron was at Chase's side, clutching his cold and clammy hand again, begging for him to wake up.

So, was this better? Do I have you wanting to know what happens? Please review and tell me what you think! It makes me happy, knowing you care. . . :sob sob:

Just kidding. Hee hee.