I posted two chapters today for two reasons. One the last one was pretty short. Two I'll be away from a computer for a few days, vacation, and I didn't want to leave you hanging too much :-) So enjoy, let me come home to lots of reviews. Have a great weekend!
Wilson's POV
I'm worried. He seems more out of it than I thought he would. Then again with the weight loss and blood loss he should probably be in the hospital somewhere.
But I understand House's thoughts against it. Hell I agree. There really is no safe place for Chase at the moment except probably here. I even had an armed guard when I went to pick stuff up at his apartment.
Until Wimmer is caught Chase is not going to be left alone anyplace.
At least he can answer questions and seems to be coherent enough to remember what happened.
"Chase, we're going to roll you on to your right side and lean you against a pillow. We're going to look at the bullet wound and the marks on your back." There is no answer. I look over at House.
"Asleep."
"It might be best for now." I nod. I should have brought an IV bag with me. Get some more fluids into him.
"After we're done, I'll wake him back up and feed him again." It's scary how Greg can read my mind at times. Another glance at Chase's rib cage and I realize that feeding Chase would help him recover too. Actually part of the reason he's probably so exhausted is because of the lack of food.
His body must know that it's safe at the moment. I just hope his mind can figure that out too.
We check his body out silently. I let Greg take the lead here. I know that this bothers him more than he is letting on. I know that this has to do with his feelings for Chase too. There is nothing that I can say that will help him. Greg knows that Chase's body will heal. The gunshot wound will heal as will most of the scars.
But if I know Greg, it's the psychological scars that he's more worried about. I know it's the one I'm more worried about. Hell I think I have scars on my own. I still can't believe that I sat in that room, watching that bastard rape Chase.
And he had the nerve to say that Chase was doing us a favor. That he offered to do this to save our jobs. Would Chase actually ask for this? Did it have to do with some sort of payback? Did he think that he had to save our jobs to make up for what happened with Vogler?
I wish I could get that image out of my head. Chase just lying across that table, not fighting back. That wasn't Chase. The look in his eyes told me that he didn't want it. That he wanted to be any where but in that room. What type of person would ask for that?
And the marks? Would Chase ask to be whipped? Beat? Burned? No. Not Chase. That wasn't Chase.
I can't anymore. I need to get out of here. Away from him. Until I know more, I don't need my mind to run in anymore circles. "Do you need me?" I ask Greg who is also sitting there staring at Chase's body.
"You okay?" I hate that he knows me too well.
"I want to get back to the hospital. Cameron and Foreman are probably still there and they've paged Chase for the past few hours looking for him." I take Chase's pager, phone, and wallet out of my pocket and leave it on a night table. "I should let them know that he's safe but not taking visitors at the moment. I'm not going to tell them anything that I won't tell the police."
Greg just nods and I leave. Facing Foreman and Cameron are going to be tough. I'm sure he's happier to have me do it then him having too.
