Rhiannon: So here is part two in all of it's glory...
Sing Me Spanish Techno--The New Pornographers
Don't you know after
picking the glass off the ground
Don't you know after shaking the
thing for a sound
Cameron walked around the kitchen slowly before she heard the sound of crunching beneath her shoes. Upon closer inspection she realized that there was shattered glass spilled across the floor. Spotting a broom and dust pan she slowly cleaned up the mess. The compulsion continued as she grabbed towels and wetted them to begin cleaning the blood off the floor. As she scrubbed at the half dried blood she spotted a prescription bottle on the floor. She reached out with shaking fingers and picked it up. Lexapro… medicine for the seriously depressed. She shook it but got no sound and turned it to see that it had been expired for three months. She brought her hand to her mouth and wondered if there had ever been a refill.
Cameron slowly wiped up the blood, she looked back towards the hallway knowing that Chase was in the bathroom and saw House leaning against the opposite wall twirling his cane and waiting. He wouldn't let the younger man escape, this she knew. She trusted that.
Do we see what the
clock makes you do
But I won't let this happen to you
Chase sighed and stretched his arms pulling gently at the bandages. He closed his eyes and sighed deeply before splashing water on his face. He wanted to run away, escape but between Cameron, Foreman, House and the amount of blood that he had lost—escape was never a possibility. He scrubbed at his face wishing he could make it change but all it did was turn his skin red. He could hear the cane knocking on the door like a death knell. His breath shuttered but he knew he had no choice. No choice at all.
In a town where I lost
every shirt on the fence
Don't you know I am bleeding a trail
through the lens
Foreman could say that he didn't necessarily see the point of being here and dragging up Chase's ghosts. He was a grown man for Christ's sake and yet he knew that somewhere deep inside, that he should be here. He's standing in the living room because he doesn't know what he should do. House is keeping watch on the bathroom door like it might tap dance and Cameron is furiously cleaning the kitchen. It was strange… this odd feeling of guilt. He wasn't sure of what he was supposed to do or what he was supposed to be in this case… in this place. Chase's sanctuary.
When I see what I now
know is you
I was caught in the eye as you came
Pulled by my
name
I'm fallin' through
House nearly jumped with surprise when the door opened. Chase didn't look much better then he did before he went in. There were still the older scars on his upper arms and the now bandaged arms from the forearm down. His face was pale and drawn, eyes blood shot. He was trembling like a drug addict and maybe… maybe this was what Chase looked like away from prying eyes.
"House." He whispered thinly, his accented voice trembled in an almost discerning way.
"Why?" He asked but Chase simply looked away.
Traveling at godspeed
over the hills and trails
I have refused my call pushin' my lazy
sails
Into the blue flame
I want to crash here right now
The
hourglass spills its sand if only to punish you
Cameron could only watch as Chase sat tiredly in the arm chair. House took up residence across from him on a chair snagged from the kitchen and she and Foreman took up opposite ends of the couch. It felt almost like they were back in the office getting ready to lay out a diagnosis.
"It just all coalesced." Chase stated quietly. "My Dad…Kayla… the case with Foreman… the baby… It just all coalesced."
"Into what?" Cameron asked resisting the urge to reach out to him.
"Guilt." House murmured. "Last I checked Foreman's not dead."
"I did the biopsy." He looked as if he was choosing his words carefully.
"I ordered it." Cameron shrugged helplessly.
"I all but demanded it be done." Foreman pointed out wondering how Chase could find himself completely at fault for something that he'd manage to get over.
"You take too much responsibility." Cameron spoke quietly.
"It just all happened so fast… And I just felt so… slow."
for listenin' too long
to one song
listenin' too long
to one song
Chase felt like he was sounding like a broken record. Or song that someone put on repeat and forgot about. He didn't think there were accurate words to describe the way he felt, the way he was continuing to feel about himself. About life in general. It wasn't that he didn't want to apart of it. He just… he had no pretenses about thinking he deserved to be happy.
Sing me Spanish techno
listenin' too long
to one song
listenin' too long
to
one song
Sing me Spanish techno
Foreman was pretty sure that while the rest of them were speaking English that at one point Chase had somehow lost him. Like he was speaking Spanish or something. Chase just seemed so… indolent and worry-free that… It just seemed that somewhere along the line all of their wires got crossed. He knew what he was feeling was guilt. He prided himself on being a very observant man and to miss something this big… He just must not have been looking.
Don't you know after
wiring the thing to explode
Wired for sound wide awake here for
days in a row
House sighed as Chase explained in the best terms he could that he was simply breaking down. He prided himself on being harsh and real to everyone around him. But honestly, even he could admit to himself that he had ignored Chase for far too long. Chase had been in front of him all this time silently crying out for help too afraid to take it for himself and he had ignored it. And now here they were all sitting around in the young man's living room and listening as he spun a tale of pain that put all of theirs to shame.
Now we see what the
engine can do
And I won't let this happen to you
I won't let
this happen to you
"Why didn't you do something?"
"Why didn't you tell us?"
"A word… something anything?"
It was all a whirl in Chase's mind as he shut his door behind his well meaning co-workers. He smiled a thin little smile and leaned his forehead against the door.
"I didn't say anything because… I won't let this happen to you."
Erm... yeah... there's more I promise!
