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This is probably going to be the last chapter (and a very short one at that) but we'll see how everything turns out.
Cameron insisted on accompanying Chase in the ambulance. They had room for one more and surprising to everyone, House, went as well. Everyone else followed behind in cars. When they got to the hospital, they immediately rushed Chase into a room. Cameron was crying now and Wilson had to practically hold her back from running into the room.
Doctors began to pump Chase's stomach with charcoal, which helps to absorb the alcohol. After about half an hour, they finished. Cameron threw the door open and was at his side. House limped in and tried not to look at Chase. He was pale and he had a tube down his throat to help him breath. He was still unconscious.
"He's going to be okay you know. I mean it's not like he's dying or anything." House shrugged.
"I know. But he almost died; that's the problem. Why'd he do this to himself?" she cried. House licked his lips and sighed. He never was good with the emotional stuff.
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Chase awoke the next morning the bright light of the morning sun hurting his eyes. His head felt groggy and it pounded like someone was hitting him repeatedly over the head with a mallet. He also felt something heavy on his leg. He sat up slightly and regretted it immediately as he felt dizzy and laid back down again.
The tube had been taken out at some point in the night as soon as they were sure Chase could breath on his own. Cameron's eyes fluttered open when she heard someone calling her name. She looked up to see a still faintly pale Chase staring at her.
"Chase! Oh my. . . you're okay! I was so worried!" she jumped up and practically mauled Chase.
"Whoa. I'm still not feeling so well."
"Sorry." Cameron pulled back. They were in silence as Cameron tried to figure out what to say. "You know, this wasn't exactly the best way to spend your two year anniversary by reliving it." She finally blurted out. Chase just looked up at her.
"I. . . I don't know." Was all he said as he looked down into his lap. "I'm sorry about what happened." Cameron leaned in and kissed his forehead.
"Promise me you will NEVER do that again!" she said sternly. Chase smiled slightly.
"I liked what you called me. When you were drunk."
"What'd I call you? Are you being sarcastic?"
"No. You called me 'little pumpkin'. I liked that." She smiled staring out the window and then back at Chase who looked like he was going to fall asleep. "Get some sleep. You'll be back to work in no time." Chase lay down again and Cameron kissed his forehead again.
"Be here when I wake up?" he asked.
"Of course." She laughed.
" Thanks little pumpkin." He whispered as he drifted off to dreamland. From outside the room, House smiled.
"At least someone's happy." He mumbled as he limped off to see how big of a hangover Foreman had.
THE END. If you want me to write a sequel or something just let me know. You know what to do!
