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Wilson's POV

It's been about 3 hours since I last checked on Chase. I figure it's a good time. He should be about done with the IV that was started when we brought him in.

Greg is still downstairs, harassing the lab people for the results of Chase's blood work and the rape kit. I told him I'd stay close by in case I'm needed up here.

I grab a new IV bag to hang for Chase before I head into his room. I wonder if he's awake yet.

What the hell?

Before I can register what I'm seeing and react a voice makes the decision for me. "Please, Dr. Wilson, come in quietly or the boy will get it."

Chase is bent over the hospital bed, with the gown pulled up. Wimmer was behind him, up close and personal. Looks like I can tell House who raped Chase before the lab does.

The gun to Chase's head though has me worried.

"Have a seat." I listen. More afraid for Chase's life if I don't. "Let me explain a bit as to what's going on. Dr. Chase here was nice enough to help me out with some things in exchange for the safety of some jobs." At that, Wimmer thrusts his waist into Chase. I watch as Chase winces. "If you just sit there quietly and let me finish my business with Dr. Chase, no one will get hurt."

I try to look anywhere but what's happening on the hospital bed, but I can't. I settle on looking at Chase's face.

The one thing about Chase that you can always count on, is what ever he's feeling it will show in his eyes. At this point, I can't tell if it shame, disgust, hatred, or pain. What ever it is I try and convey to him that it will be alright. That some how we'll get him though this.

Greg is going to have a shit fit though. He's protective over all his fellows but with Chase it's a bit more. Probably has to do with the crush more than anything else. Although there was something about Chase that made you want to protect him. Like the puppy whose abused and needs to be rescued.

But Greg's infatuated with Chase. It wasn't just lust over the body there was something there that Greg found a connection too. They had gotten drunk one night after Foreman had started, and the discussion had led to what each of them thought of all of Greg's fellows over the course of the years. And there had been quite a few.

Most had not been able to stay for longer than a few months. But the latest batch had been here the longest. Chase so far holding the record. When questioned about it, Greg had made a comment that Chase had the best ass and that he kept him around so that he could continue to look at it.

I had, of course, picked Cameron. I've always liked brunettes. Greg had agrees a bit in regards to Cameron, but there was something to Chase that held him captive.

The satisfied grunt breaks me from my musing.

The gun is still pressed against Chase's forehead. It must be pushed there tight by the wince on Chase's face.

I glance at Wimmer who is using his free hand to tuck himself back into his pants. Once done he smacks Chase, hard, by the sound, on the ass. He then pulls Chase up by his hair.

He looks to be in pain now.

"Dr. Chase and I are going to be heading out for a bit." Hand still in Chase's hair he opens the door and backs out of the room.

I get up to follow at a slower pace. I can't leave him alone. I promised to help him and I can't do that if I'm sitting in here.

By the time I get out into the hallway Wimmer has made his way half way to the entrance of the hospital. The hallway is now filled with people who have stopped in their tracks at the sight before them.

The guard by the door has his gun out and it's trained on Wimmer. He can't shoot because of the gun to Chase's head. "Let him go." The guard demands.

"Let me out and I'll give you the doc back."

"Put the gun down and let him go." The guard's voice shakes as does the gun in his hand.

At the sound of gun fire I grab the nearest person and dive behind a pillar, taking them with me.

When the gun fire stops I quickly apologize to the nurse I pulled down with me and run over to where I see people on the ground bleeding and crying. "Can I get some help over here?" I call out.

The first person I come to is an orderly. He has graze on his right arm. He waves me off, sitting up slowly as a nurse comes over.

People are running around, mostly doctors from the hospital trying to sort things out. I'm looking for something blond.

I see him not far from the entrance, bleeding. Not far from the security guard that is on the floor bleeding. I check the pulse of the guard first. The blood is pooling from a gun shot in the head. Just as I thought, dead.

With little remorse I turn and check out Chase's pulse. He's on his stomach. I'm happy to see the blood on him is from pulled stitches on his back. "Let's turn him."

I look up at the familiar, female voice and see Lisa beside me. "Where's House?" He's going to want to be here. "And Foreman and Cameron?"

We turn him onto his back and both notice the pool of blood coming from his left side. "Foreman and Cameron are helping organize, House I think is still downstairs."

It's easier for us to just pull up Chase's gown than to worry about his modesty at this point. "Entrance and exit wounds." I comment before moving the gown back down.

"We need a gurney." Lisa calls. She seems to pause after looking at his legs. "You got him?"

I nod, taking off my lab coat and using it to try and stem the flow of blood from Chase's body. "Come on Chase. Hang in there." I try and coax Chase to keep living. While he's bleeding badly he's still breathing.

"Dr. Wilson?" An orderly taps my shoulder. Mark is his name. He's there with another orderly and a nurse.

"Help me get him on the bed. I need to see what that bullet hit." I also look at his legs, wondering what had caught Lisa's attention before. There are white lines running down the inside of his legs. She must know what happened now.