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Chapter Two: "I don't want to forget"
Cameron walked quietly into Chase's room. He was quiet again, sleeping, if you could call it that. She tried to be as careful as possible as she inserted the needle, but her mind was suddenly overwhelmed with images…Chase, pacing, frowning, trying to adjust to his new boss. Chase, golden hair shining, performing tests with a patience, calmness and neutrality that neither she nor Foreman possessed. Chase, the butt of one of House's jokes, laughing with the rest of them. Chase, eyes full of worry, preparing for his hearing. Chase, smiling, naked on the bed with her…Chase's soft hands stroking her, his soft lips gently caressing hers…
A hand closed over her wrist. House had warned her this might happen. Chase was staring at her, eyes unfocused. Cameron smiled.
'Hello, Chase. Welcome back to the real world.' She said kindly.
'House.' That one word again.
'House isn't here at the moment, Chase, he's…'
'House!' Chase's voice was snarling now. 'I need House!'
'He's not here Chase,' Cameron's voice said soothingly, 'but it's all right…'
A second later Cameron's terrified scream rang out. Foreman, House and Wilson all looked up, at each other, then hurried out of the room. Being fully able-bodied, Foreman and Wilson got there first.
The young intensivist was kneeling on his bed, eyes wide, madness reflected in them. He was twisting Cameron's arm so hard she thought it would break. His teeth were bared and he was snarling. 'House! Where is House?'
Cameron was in tears from the pain; also she had not expected that Chase would do that to her. 'I don't know Chase, I don't know!'
The oncologist and the neurologist both sprang forward at once. They wrestled with Chase a moment.
'Oi! Chase! Let her go!' House's voice rang out.
Chase seemed to come to. 'Oh God Cameron, I'm sorry!'
Foreman wiped the sweat from his forehead. 'Chase, what happened?'
Chase's eyes went blank. 'What do you mean?'
Foreman frowned. 'Tell me your name,' he ordered, pulling out his torch.
Those blue eyes were still blank. 'I don't know.'
House frowned. Then he limped forward and shoved Foreman aside. Chase's eyes seemed to focus.
'What's your name?' House asked abruptly.
'Dr. Robert Chase, 27 years old, born in Canberra, Australia.'
House's jaw hit the deck. His wasn't the only one. He turned away and felt Chase grab his wrist again.
'Don't go.' It was plaintive.
House looked at him. 'Why not?'
'Because I can only remember when I'm with you,' came the simple reply.
House snorted and went to limp off again.
'Don't go…' Chase's voice was barely a whisper. 'I don't want to forget.'
House looked back at Chase. Chase was sitting on his bed, feet dangling, looking like a lost little kid, tears in his eyes.
'Please,' he whispered again, 'I don't want to forget.'
House sighed and settled himself beside the bed. 'Oi! Cameron! Bring in my TV and do those bloods!'
He sat back. This was going to be a long day. On the plus side, he smirked, it meant he could wriggle out of clinic duty…
To House's surprise, Chase was rather fun to talk to, with all his odd little Australianisms that seemed to be coming out more than ever now, and just as fun to watch his soap with as Wilson. When the soap finished, House turned to the young Australian.
'So,' he said, popping a couple of Vicodin, 'tell me everything that happened this morning.'
Chase's brow clouded. 'Well, I got up, showered…'
'I don't need to envisage you naked, wombat.'
'…had breakfast, drove down to the corner store, bought a coffee like every morning, got stuck in a traffic jam like every morning, arrived at work…then…well, I don't know exactly.'
'Wait,' House's mind was working furiously.
'And,' Chase added almost reflectively, 'my new belt is broken.'
House picked up the belt. A knife had slashed it near the buckle. But Chase's wounds weren't anywhere near his belt…
'Chase, when did you drink the coffee?'
'Soon as I parked, why?'
'Who sold you the coffee?'
House's electric blue eyes were narrowed, sharp.
'The two blokes who work at the corner store.'
'Ever done anything to piss them off?'
'No…well, there was that one time they said I had a "nice piece of British ass" and I gave them a playful earful about calling me a Pom, but…why all the questions, House?'
House stood up abruptly and handed Chase some pills. 'Take these so you don't panic.' He waited. Soon the cerulean eyes blinked sluggishly, then closed. House hobbled out of the room.
Okay! Not a lot longer than the first chapter, but I'm getting there! What do you think House has thought of?
Next Chapter: House works out what's wrong with Chase, but will they still lose him?
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