I know this ones short so Chapter 12 is right behind it. Thanks for reading.
Chase's POV
I thought that he would never leave. Okay, so I'm at House's place. In his bed probably. Is that for a reason? He knows what happened. Did Wilson tell him what happened in that room? Does he know that? Or is that what Wilson is coming over to tell him? That I'm easy. That if they want they can all have a go at me.
Especially now. I'm weak as a kitten. I can barely keep my eyes open as it is. I got tired holding that bowl of soup. I'm not going to be able to fight back. They don't even have to tie me up like Wimmer did. They just have to threaten my job and I'll do anything.
House especially. Does he think I'm that stupid? I know he wants to get into my pants. I know the way he looks at my ass. Doesn't really bother me. People have looked at my ass for as long as I can remember. He probably had a great time doing that rape kit.
I shift to try and get more comfortable. That was a bad idea. I slowly lower myself back against the pillows and close my eyes. Maybe this is all some drug hallucination. When I wake maybe none of this ever happened.
The hand on my shoulder shaking me awake is kinda nice. "Chase. Wake up. You need you're meds and we need to check the dressings."
"Huh?" I wake up to see Wilson looking straight at me.
"How you doing?"
"I'm not sure." That's the truth. I'm kinda numb at the moment. I'm also still kinda woozy. I think my blood sugar might be a bit low. I'm trying to listen to what Wilson is saying. He's holding up a needle.
I shake my head to clear it. And there is a cup in front of me. "Drink." House says. I look at my hand which is shaking for some reason. He doesn't let go, and helps guide it to my lips. He allows me to control the cup in order to drink it. Apple juice. I drink about a half the cup before I need to lay back against the pillows. They give me a few minutes before they help me sit back up and the cup is at my lips again. "You got to finish this. It'll help." That's Wilson.
I do what they say. I can't fight them. They lay me back against the pillows and pull down the covers. I close my eyes, hopefully the room will stop spinning.
The hand at the waist band of the sweat pants and the something cold running over my bare hip makes me move and open my eyes.
"Easy Chase. Antibiotic and pain meds." Wilson holds the needle up for a moment before pushing it into my hip. I groan. "We're going to let that work for a bit and then make sure everything is okay. Stay with us." I try and nod. "Do you remember where you are?" Someone's fingers are on my neck.
"Bed."
"Do you know whose?"
"House's."
"Do you know why?"
"Shot." Think I'll just zone out again. My head hurts.
