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Shadowed Guilt: Chapter Ten Bruises
"Okay." Chase said standing over Cameron's one night stand from the day before, "We're going to take the blood out of your penis, hopefully this will...deflate you."
Cartier stared at the enormous needle, "No. I am definitely not consenting to that."
"It's either this." Chase nodded to the needle he was holding, "Or have your penis fall off due to gangrene."
He sighed, "Alright, alright. Just hurry."
Silence pregnated the space, the room was in semi-darkness, the blinds closed. Chase pulled back, "Congratulations, you're flaccid."
"I thought I'd never be glad to hear those words." Cartier sighed and moved to cover himself.
Chase smiled and placed the needle into the biohazard bin, giving it to the attending nurse she scurried out to dispose the needle properly, "You get some rest, tomorrow you'll be discharged." he said as he signed his name on the patient chart before hanging it back on the rail at the foot of the bed.
"Finally." Cartier stretched out lazily, "Hey, where's Ally."
"Trying to save you from the embarrassment of her looking in on you during this little procedure. If you want, I can page her for you." Chase offered disposing the sterile gloves he was wearing.
"No, no. It's fine." Cartier murmured sleepily, "Just have her come by later."
"Alright." Chase said on his way out.
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Chase never noticed how cozy this corner in the east stairwell was, his left shoulder touched the distorted and tinted glass of the window and he was effectively hidden from view by a protruding slab of wall. Taking out the remains of his chocolate bar with only a slight wiggle, he leaned back and gazed out at the cerulean blue sky. In the far distance, iron grey clouds could be seen creeping out of its hiding place from the horizon. Slipping a cube of chocolate into his mouth, he looked down and spotted people the size of ants taking a leisurely afternoon stroll across the field. The sun fought it's way free of the clouds and warmed the little window beside Chase, resting his forehead on the glass he let his mind drift. Telling himself he would only rest his eyes, he closed them. Before he knew it he was in the realm of dreamless sleep, the best kind for him.
An hour later, Chase opened his eyes. They wanted to remain stuck together, he was slumped and curled on the ground. Raising his head, he stretched out his body, listening to the tired bones crack. The clouds had finally caught up to the sun and was slowly swallowing it whole, causing the grounds to darken slightly. Running a tongue over his teeth, Chase opted to go to the washroom to clean up.
Wetting his fingers he combed them through the knots and tangles in his hair. Splashing cold water on his face, he brushed his teeth with a bit of paper towel. Letting out a sigh of relief he checked his watch, still another couple of hours until his night shift. Pulling the door open he ran face to face into Cameron, "Where have you been?" she asked obviously agitated.
"Here and there." Chase said evasively.
"I've paged you twice." Cameron said, pulling him out of the doorway of the bathroom.
Digging a hand into his left pocket, he felt around the needles full of lorazepam and other such sedatives and pulled it out. It was blinking 'two new messages', Chase grinned sheepishly, "Sorry."
"Never mind that." Cameron said forcefully dragging him to the elevator.
"Where are we going?"
The elevator door opened and they moved out of the way for the various doctors, nurses, and patients to get out before they squeezed in. "Jordan's room." Cameron mouthed.
"What for?" Chase mouthed back.
"I'll tell you when we get there."
Silence fell between them, however the rest of the people in the elevator all but made up for it in volume capacity. As the elevator reopened, Chase and Cameron stumbled out nearly dieing from the lack of oxygen. Their ears were ringing like Santa and his reindeer had come early in hyper fast mode. Shaking their heads to regain some function of their bodies, they set off again at a slower pace. "Next time I want to ride the elevator, remind me not to." Cameron said.
"Same goes." Chase said, smacking his ears in an attempt to make them unpop, "So what's so urgent?"
"His penis is erect again." Cameron sighed.
"Have you gotten him a MRI yet?"
"I'm working on it, but they're booked for the rest of the afternoon."
Chase murmured disgruntled, "Contact Foreman. Maybe it's a neurological problem. While you're at it, maybe Wilson."
"Wilson?" Cameron asked confused.
"A tumor could be growing somewhere where it keeps the penis erect." Chase shrugged.
"Right." Cameron said and left to go page the two doctors.
Chase entered and Cartier threw up his hands, "I didn't do it."
Chuckling, Chase dragged a chair over, "I know. At least not consciously."
"Not my fault. I was not thinking about something perverted."
A grin fought it's way onto Chase's face, "Supposedly men think of something sexual every seven seconds."
"Damn. Thwarted again." Cartier sighed, "So does that mean you do too?"
"I try not to." Chase said, "But it's there."
"Science is a bitch." Cartier said draping the blanket over his knees to lessen the look of the erection.
"Life's a bitch." Chase sparred back absent mindedly.
"Everything is a bitch." Cartier smirked.
"I can't agree with you anymore." Chase said.
"Aren't you here to ask me weird and uncomfortable questions?"
"No, that's Cam...I mean Allison's job." Chase replied evenly, "I'm just the guy who waits around for the MRI's to be free."
"So you don't think it's my very sick mind?" Cartier asked.
A stifled chuckle escaped, "I can't answer that truthfully."
Cartier glared and poked Chase in the side and his voice took on a seductive purr, "You know...I admire beauty."
"I think a vast majority of the world admires beauty."
Taking Chase's hand, Cartier began stroking it with his thumb, "Love transcends gender."
Snatching his hand back, Chase smiled nervously, "You can stop now."
"Oh, but a beauty such as yours shouldn't be wasted in such a gloomy hospital as this." hunger shone in Cartier's eyes.
"Okay..." Chase said standing up and bracing himself for an attack, "There is something seriously wrong with-" he was interrupted as Cartier sprang and tackled him to the floor.
Alarmed, Chase rolled and bucked, all to no avail. Cartier's eyes were wide and madness roared like a blazing fire in them. His grip tightened around Chase's wrists and forced them to the floor, Chase struggled but he couldn't fight off the two hundred pound man sitting on top of him. As Cartier leaned in, Chase gagged at the overintoxicating smell of mint, his lips crashed onto Chase's lips. Keeping them firmly shut, Chase turned his head violently and luckily dislodged Cartier. "Come on, my pretty baby. You know you want it." the seductive voice hissed into his ear.
"No, no. Please no." Chase cried.
Crushing Chase's hands in one of his, the freed hand traveled lazily through Chase's hair, "So soft."
Chase whimpered and bent back his knees awkwardly, shooting them up in the air he managed to make contact with Cartier's soft underbelly. Cartier let out a frustrated roar as he rolled back in pain, Chase shot for the door unaware of the pain emanated all over his body. Terror ruled his mind. Cartier bounded up from behind him and tackled him once again. This time the momentum crashed them into the glass wall, it shattered on contact and spewed the two men and glass shards everywhere. Chase moaned as the Cartier landed on him, nurses and doctors that were on their coffee break rushed over. Carter grabbed a huge shard of glass, nearly a foot long and held it against Chase's exposed throat, "Come any nearer and I'll kill him."
Chase was nearly unconscious, but all those years of medical school and the required defense training for all doctors and nurses rushed into his mind. A bloodied hand traveled clumsily into his pocket, uncapping the first needle that he found he waited as Cartier ranted on and on. The shard of glass was pressed uncomfortably at his throat and he was sure it had already cut a shallow line across the skin. Taking the needle, he quickly jabbed it into Cartier's thigh. Gasping for air, Chase watched as Cartier slumped backwards into the bed of glass shards.
The gathering crowd rushed over to attend to Cartier, Chase pulled himself up and put a hand out to the wall. Turning his face into it, he tried to calm his heart rate and breathing. "Are you okay?" a voice asked behind Chase effectively causing him to jump a foot in the air.
"Yeah." Chase said still breathing hard.
He turned and found himself face to face with House, he immediately straightened and hid his shaking hands behind his back. "I'm fine." Chase muttered more to convince himself then House.
"What happened?" House asked.
Chase shrugged, "He went crazy. Must be a neurological problem after all..."
"Come on." House said grabbing Chase's elbow, "Let's get you cleaned up."
House felt the slight shiver that Chase was failing to mask and as he looked upon the younger man's face he saw the eyes were wide and the pupils were mere pinpricks and Chase was too pale, even for him. House led him into one of the nearby examination rooms and fetched some water, cloths, a needle, and antiseptic. Starting with the vicious cut across Chase's forehead, House said, "Start from the beginning."
"What's there to tell?" Chase asked, his voice wavering slightly, "He was fine, then it was like something turned on a switch in his head. Then he got...weird and tackled me through the wall."
"You're not telling me the whole story." House said applying antiseptic to the wound.
"There's nothing more to tell." Chase sounded agitated.
House put down the supplies and seized a wrist, Chase winced and tried to pull away. Loosening the cuff buttons, House pushed the sleeve up, "Stop it." Chase said finally pulling away and hurriedly lowered his sleeve, but not before House noticed the finger shaped bruises starting to form.
"You call that fine!" House demanded, temper rising, "I don't call almost being raped fine."
"Who says I-"
"That just proves it." House said trying to regrab the wrist.
Scowling Chase scooted back and sprang for the door, "I'll go home and...and calm down. I'll be back tomorrow." and he was gone.