Chapter 13
Chase opened the door, handing a beer to the person across the threshold. He took a swig of his own and sat down at his kitchen table.
"Chase, you better have a damn good reasoning for calling me tonight," Foreman said as he shut the door and followed his friend to the table. "I had the most amazing nurse in my apartment."
Chase spun the bottle in his hand as he softly laughed. When Foreman took a seat across from his friend, he finally noticed the nasty bruise under his eye. "What happened to you, man?" he asked as he opened his drink.
"House hit me."
Foreman choked on the alcohol in his mouth. He couldn't contain his laughter. "Did he poke you with his cane, too?" he snickered.
"It's not funny," Chase whined. "I told him to get away from Cameron. I made a comment he didn't appreciate and he struck me."
Foreman sobered, giving his friend a critical look. "You didn't call me at 11: 30 on a Monday night to tell me House knocked you out. What is it?" he asked, his eyebrow raising.
Chase sighed and took another sip of his beer. "I don't think Cameron wants to be with me."
Foreman shook his head, arguing, "But she chose you."
Chase looked away, embarrassed and exasperated. "Because House didn't choose her. Now that he says he wants her, I think she'll change her mind."
Foreman put his elbows on the table and leaned in, saying, "Chase, I still don't know why I'm sitting here drinking from your fine supply of booze."
Chase gave another small smile as he looked at the obviously cheap beer. "I need to know what I should do."
The other doctor nodded as he thought about this information. "If you have to think about it, if you'd rather talk to me about it than Cameron, maybe you shouldn't be together."
Chase was almost inaudible as he looked straight at Foreman with his big, expressive eyes. "I love her."
"Do you want her just as much as you love her?" Foreman asked.
Chase nodded.
Foreman waved his hand outward. "Then you've answered your own question," he said. "Fight for her."
TBC