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Chapter Eight:

"Um," House said, "I'm Dr. House, and these are Drs. Cuddy, Cameron, Foreman and Wilson. We will be treating you."

"I'm really sorry," Chase said, "I'm sure you know my father, Dr. Rowan Chase, and I'm sorry if you think that I slit my wrist because of something he did."

"Did you?" Wilson asked. They were all amazed. On one side, they could probably get a whole bunch of information about Chase's childhood out of the duckling, and on the other hand they had to try and help him get his memory back.

Chase blinked and turned away, "Of course not, my dad is really…. good. He works hard to make money for us."

"What about your mum?" House asked, "I have a feeling that she might have a drinking problem."

Chase blinked, his barriers had returned. They were amazed that Chase had probably had those barriers his whole life. "No, I mean, we're rich right?"

Remembering what Chase had once told him, Foreman said: "Just because you're drinking pricier stuff, doesn't mean that you don't have a problem."

Chase looked up at him with sad eyes.

"Okay," Cameron said, trying to change the subject. "We need to ask you some questions."

"Okay," Chase said, warily. He crossed his arms over his chest as Cameron started to write stuff down on his chart.

"Your full name, please," Cameron asked.

"Robert Ryhs Ryan Chase."

"Age,"

"Thirteen."

"Parents names and birthplaces,"

"Dr. Rowan Rject Frykin Chase from Prague, Czech Republic and Amelie Ann Joelle Jaress-Chase from Hamburg, Germany."

"What is your favourite pastime?"

Chase narrowed his eyes, "I know for a fact that that has got nothing to do with taking a patients history. I am not an idiot." His eyes were blazing with anger.

"We can't give you anti-depressants unless we are 100 sure that you need them, and this will help us find out." House said.

"Alright, then, its painting. What you want to see all of the paintings that I've done?" Chase asked angrily. "You should see the one that I painted of myself; it's awful and ugly just like I am!" He turned away from all of the doctors that were looking at him sadly. "They hate me." He whispered.

Cameron's eyes filled with tears, "What?"

"Mum hates me; she hits me all the time, with her fists, her feet, and empty alcohol bottles, anything that she can get her hands on." He sobbed. "Dad hates me, too. He ignores me all of the time and he says that I have to be a Rheumatologist like him, but I don't want to be a doctor, I want to be a priest but he doesn't care. He says that I should 'suck it up and become a doctor like a real man' but I don't want to."

There had always been suspicions from all of the doctors in the room about whether Chase had ever actually wanted to be a doctor, they were all sure that he didn't actually want to be one but that he had become one to please his father. Now that all of their suspicions were proved true, it almost hurt to think about.

"Robert," Cameron whispered.

"Call me Rhys," He said, "I like to be called Rhys."

"Alright, Rhys," Cameron said, "Why haven't you ever told anybody about this before?"

"I don't want to talk about it," 'Rhys' Chase said, stubbornly, sinking low in his bed.

"Okay," Foreman nodded, "When did you last eat?"

Chase's eyes widened, "I don't see how that is any of your business."

"Well," House replied, "We took a blood test and it looked suspiciously like you haven't eaten in quite a while. You're also anaemic, which can be because of the fact that you aren't getting the proper iron and vitamins that you need. And you have asthma, aren't you just a healthy little fellow."

"So what?" Chase asked, angrily, "Like you don't have anything wrong with you. What happened to your leg, an infarction?"

House was stunned, "How did you know?" he asked.

"Well, I've read a lot of my dad's medical books when he's not looking." Chase replied, "When he and mum used to fight all the time before he moved out, I would hide up in my room until morning. It was something to do. I have to be really careful though because if he knew that I took it he would kill me."

"Why do you read all of this if you aren't interested in becoming a doctor?" Cameron asked.

"Well, I have to become one whether I want to or not because of dad, so I figure I'd better start studying." Chase said nonchalantly.

"Do you hate your father?" House asked. He wanted to know whether or not Chase had been using his 'it hurts less to just not care' speech throughout his whole life.

"No," Chase whispered, looking down. "I cannot hate anybody, Catholics do not hate."

"Does everything you do have to come back about your being Catholic?" Foreman asked. This is something that he had always wondered about Chase.

Chase glared at him, "Spoken like someone who doesn't have a religion. What are you atheist? I bet that none of you could even begin to try and name the Ten Commandments. Or if I asked you what John 3:16 was, I bet you wouldn't know it. These are all things that are important to me and my Church. They may not be important to you, but you should at least respect the fact that to me, they are important, they do matter."

Everyone was speechless. They had never thought about it this way, they really should respect Chase's religion more and they all made a mental note to do just that.

"What are they?" Cameron asked, hoping that getting him to remember this would help trigger memories.

Chase looked at her, "The Ten Commandments are as follows: 1. Thou shalt have no other gods before me. 2. Thou shalt not make unto thee any graven image, 3. Thou shalt not take the name of the LORD thy God in vain 4. Remember the sabbath day, to keep it holy. 5. Honour thy father and thy mother: 6.Thou shalt not kill. 7 Thou shalt not commit adultery. 8. Thou shalt not steal. 9. Thou shalt not bear false witness against thy neighbour. 10. Thou shalt not covet. And John 3: 16 is 'For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life.'"

Chase blinked Thou shall honour thy father and thy mother…Honour thy father…. It was clear to everyone that Chase was relapsing into a memory.

Chase: Why are you here?

Rowan: SLE conference.

Chase: You were in New York last year for the scleroderma conference, I didn't hear anything from you.

Rowan: Just wanted to say hi this time.

Chase: You said it, you're still here.

Rowan: I miss you.

Chase: I was 15 years old when you walked out. Now you're walking back in?

Rowan: I left your mother. I didn't leave you.

Chase: near tears Mum was living on gin and tonics, how was I supposed to take care of her?

Rowan: She wasn't your responsibility.

Chase: I know! She was yours.

Rowan: I'm sorry she died. I'm sorry you had to deal with that. But she was falling apart long before –

Chase: I've got to talk to House about this treatment.

Honour thy father, Honour thy father, Honour thy father

Before anybody knew what was happening Chase had broken down in tears. They all weren't sure what to do; they couldn't touch his shoulder reassuringly: he hated that.

I don't hate him. I loved him until I figured out it hurts a lot less to just not care. You don't expect him to turn up to your football match? No disappointments. You don't expect a call on your birthday; don't expect to see him for months? No disappointments. You want us to go make up? Sink a few beers together, nice family hug? I've given him enough hugs. He's given me enough disappointments.

"He thought that I hated him," Chase sobbed. They sighed, he was back. "How could I let him die thinking that I hated him?"

"He must have known that you loved him, Robert," Cameron whispered, "I'm sure that he knew it."

"How could he have known it when I didn't?" Chase asked. Everyone looked at him, confused. "I convinced myself that he was awful, which he was, that I was better off without him because all he's ever done was hurt me and my mum, but I wasn't better off without him. And now he's gone and he didn't even think enough of me to tell me when he was here that he was dying, he knew it but he hated me so much that he couldn't even have the decency to tell me and he hated me because he thought that I hated him."

"Chase," House sighed, "Your father didn't hate you believe me. When he was telling me that he had cancer…"

Chase's eyes widened. "He told you?" He squeaked.

House blanked. Shoot. He thought. "Yeah, he told me, Chase, believe me he didn't hate you."

"Get out." Chase whispered.

Everyone was completely taken aback. "What?" Foreman asked

"How could you know that my dad was dying and not tell me you bastard!" Chase yelled. "Get out all of you, now!" He yelled so loudly that the whole floor must have heard and they knew that they had to let Chase calm down before going back in there so they left.

"Well, at least he has his memory back," House said when they all sat in the diagnostics department.

"He was right," Foreman said, looking at House (as was Cameron) with a look of malice and hate, "You are a bastard."

"How could you keep something like that from Chase, did you not consider his feelings at all?" Cameron agreed.

Bring, Bring

House picked up his cell phone and listened to the person on the other end before hanging up, a sad look on his face.

"What is it?" Cameron asked.

"I was just informed by one of the doctors on the ICU, one of Chase's friends, Dr. Gardner that Chase fired all of us as his doctors and that he hired Dr. Gardner. Anything that we think might be something to help Chase; we'll have to work with Dr. Gardner for."

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