Welcome back all you nice people. Once again thank you for reading and reviewing. Again I know House is a bit OOC but I will explain it in the next chapter. Also, don't forget I'm not a doctor.
House was already in the room when they wheeled Chase in. He sat quietly off to the side as the nurses got him settled. They all knew who he was and were taking extra special care.
The surgery was a success, surgeries, that was. Hopefully all that was left was the one for his hand tomorrow and then the long painful recovery that House knew was coming.
After looking through Chase's file he realized that there was no next of kin. The emergency number that was listed belonged to House. The next of kin still listed his father.
House looked back at the man on the bed. He had to have friends outside the hospital. He'd been in the states for at least five years. There had to be people who he associated with besides the people he worked with.
That was a great job for Cameron. She always cared. Tracking down Chase's friends would keep her busy and out of Chase's hair.
Once the nurses left he moved the chair closer to the bed. God Chase was young. Greg knew he was the youngest out of his team, 27, but lying in that bed made him look like a teenager. And even more like Steven.
Greg shook his head. He wouldn't think about Steven. That had been a different time. A time when he thought the world was decent. How could he have been naïve? He was even worse than Cameron back then.
He took out his Game boy to help occupy his mind. They all knew where he was. He did about 8 hours in the clinic so Cuddy would be happy. He checked in with Cameron and Foreman, both seemed to have a handle on the case. All he was going to be doing was waiting for Robert to wake up.
A moan made him stand up and move closer to the bed. "Chase?" He called softly, not wanting to wake him up if he wasn't ready. Another moan was his answer and some fluttering eyelids. "You can't talk Chase. Just relax." He soothed, running his hand over Chase's forehead.
A nurse walked in at that moment. "How is he?"
"Waking up I think."
At the sound of the other person in the room the eyes opened wide, and he could see him try to work his jaw to speak. "Calm down Robert. You're at the hospital. You're safe."
Chase couldn't hear him. All he felt was the pain. He couldn't move his mouth and he couldn't breathe properly.
The nurse pushed the call button as she tried to help hold Chase down.
With the additional hands Chase started to panic. He had to get away. He started to fight against the hands holding him down. Soon more hands were added.
House watched as three more people entered the room and helped the nurse hold Chase down. "Give him something." House called. Chase's heart rate was racing, if they didn't get him to calm down soon he'd go into cardiac arrest.
The syringe was handed to him and he injected it into the IV. "Shh, calm down, Robert. Go back to sleep." He said as he watched the drugs start to take effect.
Once he was back asleep the others filed out of the room, the original nurse stayed. "Sorry, we were a bit late with his morphine." She injected the medication into the IV port. "That should help too. I don't think that they wanted him awake till after his surgery tomorrow."
"Thanks." He let it hang, he never learned the nurses' names.
"Cara. Dr. House, why don't you go do what you have to do. We'll keep an eye on him for you. And I'll page you if anything happens. I'm here for the rest of the night."
"You like him." He smiled at her as he stood up.
"We all do. Poor thing. Has no family. We take good care of him here. Make sure he eats and all."
"It's good that he has friends like you Cara. Thank you." And House left. He called Cuddy from his cell and told her he was leaving. It was the end of the day. Technically it was after the end of the day. Cameron and Foreman he knew left earlier. He'd go home have something to drink and try and catch some sleep.