Chase was lazily stretched out on the couch in the doctor's lounge, intently watching the drama on the television. It was his lunch break. He wasn't hungry though, he'd been snacking on vending machine junk all day and he was filled to the rim with grease, salt and sugar. The sugar had given him an energy rush, the grease made him tired, and all he really wanted to do was lay there on the couch for the rest of the day and stare at the television. Unfortunately, the salt had made him thirsty, and the water that he drank made him need a bathroom rather badly. Circumstances hadn't grown so bad that he was willing to move from his current position just yet, however.
House entered the room silently and slumped himself in a large armchair next to Chase's couch. House studied Chase for a few seconds until his gaze shifted from Chase to the TV, which Chase's gaze hadn't left.
"You really are crazy, you know." Said Chase. Neither one of them were about to remove their eyes from the screen.
"So I've been told. But I'm telling you, I'm right." Answered House as he twirled his cane. Chase shook his head.
"He doesn't look anything like Wilson. You're insane."
"And you're blind. Cameron thinks he looks like Wilson."
"I always did think she was weird." Answered Chase. "Be quiet, this is the best part." House and Chase watched in silence for a few minutes as Neil Perry brought the first meeting of the Dead Poets to order. "Its not Wilson."
"It is." House glanced briefly at Chase and then back at the TV. "Are you just going to lay there until you can't make it to the bathroom in time?"
"Why?" Asked Chase, skipping the questions about how exactly it was House knew he had to use the bathroom. Chase was quite confident that no one else would notice. House shook his head dismissively.
"No reason, I just wanted to know whether or not it would be wise to avoid the couch for a few weeks." House then sat up, leaned forward and clapped his hands. Chase looked at him then. "Fortunately, I have the solution. All you have to do is get up and use the bathroom. After your done with that, wash your hands and you can show my mother around the hospital." Chase sat up to stare at House with wide eyes, shaking his head and holding up his hands, trying to refuse as best he could. House smiled.
"No, House, no! Why me? You promised to stay out of my business today!" Cried Chase.
"Yes, I promised to stay out of your business, and I never lie. Fortunately, this is my mothers business. She wanted to see you."
"But why me?" Persisted Chase, becoming more calm and in the process more irritated. And to think that he had been enjoying House's company only a few seconds ago.
"Because Greg, Jimmy and Lisa want to have a make out party, so little brother needs to get Greg's mom out of the house." Answered House. Chase sighed, almost out of resistance. His shoulders slumped, he hung his head and was about to sit back on the couch when someone walked in.
"Hey, what's going on?" Asked Foreman casually. Chase jumped out of his seat and pointed at Foreman.
"Look! It's Foreman!" Shouted Chase. He then dashed out of the room as quickly as possible.
