A/N: Sorry about that cliffhanger. If I didn't stop it there, the chapter would have been too long. So here is the second part. Picks up right where the last one left off. In fact read the last line of the last chapter again and then read this chapter. Also a bit of a slash warning. I didn't plan on this becoming a slash story, but it looks like it might turn that way. I'm sorry if that bothers you, but I felt obligated to warn you. Happy Holidays everyone!
Wilson comes running back.
Chase is naked, on his knees in the tub. His hands are up, over his head, tied at the wrist and then tied to the shower rod. "Go get a knife." I tell Wilson who is just standing at the door, staring. Another look at the body and more of the pieces fall into place.
The bruises explain the flinches he makes every time he moves a certain way or when he brushes against something. The reason he doesn't like to be touched.
"You cut. I'll hold him up." Jimmy passes me the knife as he sits on the edge of the tub to hold the body better.
It's good rope that Chase is tied with. It takes me a few minutes to saw through it.
Jimmy easily catches Chase as he slumps. He helps Chase by lowering the body to the floor. "Some of these need stitches." He comments motioning to the criss cross of slash marks across Chase's back.
Some of which are still bleeding. Could account for the unconsciousness.
"Get a blanket, we're taking him with us."
"Back to the hospital?"
"You have a better idea? Pack him a bag too."
This place is obviously not safe for Chase. Plus if I'm going to do some begging the less people around the better.
I pull my phone out as soon as Jimmy disappears. "I need a favor."
I wince at her harsh laugh. "Not for me. I'm bringing in a patient. Meet us at the back door. No nurses. Also I need a private room, one that no one knows about."
"What is this some sort of witness protection program?"
"Just do it. I'll owe you." I wince as those words leave my mouth. I suddenly have an image of Cuddy standing there, wringing her hands and drooling.
"Fine. When will you get here?"
"About 10 minutes. Again, no nurses, just you." I hang up before she can question me further.
"Chase?" I call, trying for a response. There is none. What the hell happened here?
"Here." Jimmy's back with a blanket. Looks like a quilt from Chase's bed.
"Cuddy's waiting for us at the back entrance. Can you carry him?"
"What did you have to promise her?"
"My soul." Once again I'm jealous as Wilson easily wraps Chase in a blanket and hoists him over his shoulder.
"Has he been eating?" He asks as I grab the bag he brought too.
"I'm not his keeper."
"He weighs nothing." Well that was obvious from the ribs we saw before.
Wilson sits in the back with Chase as I drive. "How is he?" Okay, so I worry.
"Pulse is weak but steady. Breathing is a bit shallow. And there's a fever."
"One of those slashes can be infected."
Neither one of us talks as we make our way to the back entrance of the hospital. Cuddy is standing outside. "House?" She looks at me.
Wilson gets out of the car and carries his bundle with him. I get out and lock the car. Its fine back here and I can move it later if need be.
Cuddy pulls the blanket away from the face. "Didn't he call in sick?"
"Yeah, but I knew he was lying."
Cuddy leads us to a small rarely used room. The only reason I know of this room is because I hide in here often. Guess I need a new place to duck clinic duty. I go for the gloves while Wilson moves him to the bed. Cuddy puts the gurney out in the hallway.
"I need suture kits." I tell her.
I hear her gasp when she comes back into the room. We've laid him face down on the bed. "Sew him then dress him." I explain.
Wilson and I each take a kit.
"Page me if you need anything." And Cuddy disappears.
The two of us work in silence.
Someone has abused my wombat. And abused him badly. No one but me can do that. I don't even let the other ducklings hurt him too much. And that's only verbally.
Besides his back and the fact that his ribs are showing, there are assorted bruises covering his legs and arms. There are rope burns around his wrist and ankles. I move his hair and I see some faint marks around his neck. There are also welts across his ass.
I finish the cut I'm working on and move to take a closer look. There is more redness around his ass crack. No. Not Chase. Taking his virginity has always been my dream.
I turn and start looking through the cabinets.
"House?"
"Rape kit." I answer his unspoken question. Thank god, Wilson keeps his mouth closed.
The two of us finish working in silence and I think that, that's best for now.
