"Chase, we have a situation." Cameron said as she and Foreman entered his hospital room.

"What is it?" he replied with a tired voice and a glazed look in his eyes.

"Please, pull it together and listen to me." She grabbed his face and looked him straight in the eye. "We need you to work with us. House has something planned that if it works you will able to go back to your daily life in a short time. You have to give us your full cooperation. I know your privacy has meant everything, but it isn't worth it Chase. We are here for you and will help you through this."

"What is it I have to do?" Chase asked.

"You are going to have to tell us everything, no matter how painful it is. We need to know all that has happened to you so we can help you properly, and we need to know it now." Cameron said.

Chase looked at her and got very worried. "I can't help you. I dealt with this my entire life and I need to handle with it my way."

"But you haven't been handling it, and it is now consuming you. Chase, we are the closest thing you have to a family. We are here for you and won't let anything bad happen to you."

Chase started to shake and said with a crack in his voice, "Please, don't make me do this. I'm pleading with you."

"Chase," Cameron pleaded, "House is on his way. This is your last chance to tell us what happened without being forced through House's tactics."

Chase looked at her with those deep blue eyes loaded with panic and fear. He peered deeply into her eyes and knew he had to trust her. "Where do you want me to start?"

"Can you tell us what happened at the seminary?" Cameron asked.

Chase took a breath and said "Okay, but there really isn't much to tell." He started recalling the events.

"My mother had died unexpectedly. I was already experiencing some worry over leaving her alone, but I had no choice. I had an opportunity to serve God and I had to get on with my life. Her death came as a real shock to me and I didn't take it well. I was completely devastated.

The sisters were supportive in my time of grief but the answer was to go into solitude and pray. 'Give your worries to God.' they told me. 'His grace will heal your sorrow.'

After a few weeks, I found the prayer wasn't working. The longer I prayed the more torment I felt. God wasn't offering the solace. I felt like God had abandoned me, just like everyone else in my life."

At this point, Chase was uncomfortable talking, but that discomfort was more from embarrassment than upset. Cameron and Foreman allowed him to continue, but they knew Chase was avoiding painful details.

"The pain was too great. I had a weak moment and decided I couldn't go on alone anymore. 'St. Peter, please forgive me.' I prayed. Then, I hung myself in my room. It was a complete act of desperation.

While I was facing the end, I started to realize the huge mistake I was making. It didn't feel right. It wasn't part of the plan. Then, two nuns came in and saw me there. They rushed over and as they grabbed me, everything went dark.

Later I awoke in my bed to find an entire team of nuns praying by the bedside. After a few days of being constantly watched and being asked to pray with the sisters, I was sent to see Father Timothy. A visit with him usually meant he wanted to talk about a "unique circumstance". There were always special problems, but this one was usually the worst. Suicide is a big no-no for someone wanting to be an ordained priest. It didn't matter though because I had decided to leave. My faith wasn't strong enough and I knew this was not meant for me. Father Timothy didn't even argue. He just asked, "So what will you do?" I told him I didn't know and left having no clue what to do next."

Chase paused and then remembered his recent dream with Althea asking him the same question. One secret is that he still didn't know.

"What is it, Chase?" Cameron asked as he was lost in thought.

"It's nothing. Just a stray thought that went nowhere."

Cameron and Foreman looked at each other with sadness. They had no reason to doubt the story, but they didn't get what they needed to help him.

"That's a nice story, but that isn't the traumatic event we are looking for." They turned to see House slowly walking into the room, accompanied by Wilson. "We don't have much time and I'm not very good with pity. I leave that up to Cameron. I'm here to fix you no matter what."

Chase didn't look at House and was silent. "Good," House said, "you're starting to behave. We are in for a long night, so just relax. Have you heard of EMDR?"

"I don't have post traumatic stress." replied Chase. "How is that going to help me?"

"Yes, you do fair dinkum, or at least you some form of it. Cameron and Foreman have risked their careers to help your sorry ass. The least you can do is play along."

"I'm not sure what you need from me. I can barely concentrate right now."

"You don't need an alert mind for this. You sit there and tell us what we want to hear." He pulled up a chair and sat down next to Chase.

"First question, were you there when your mother committed suicide?"

Chase's eyes got real wide by the question. "She died of heart failure due to years of alcoholism."

"No, that is what your father had the autopsy say so she could be buried a good Catholic."

"That's not true!" Chase vehemently denied.

"Funny, that isn't what Rowan Chase said. He knew he was dying and that this would eventually come back to haunt you. After all, it happened before. He needed someone else to know and Wilson just happened to be there."

Chase looked at Wilson, who confirmed House's story with a solemn gaze. "This isn't just your secret anymore Chase." House said firmly. "We know the simple facts, but only you can fill in the details. Tell us what happened, and we will help you."

Chase started to sob uncontrollably. Cameron held his hand to comfort him. He then nodded in between sobs, thus indicating he would cooperate. After a few minutes, he gained his composure and started talking.

"While I was in the seminary, my mother sent letters daily. Some were simple, asking how I was doing. Others cursed at me and told me I was a terrible son for leaving her behind. A few letters she would say how much she hated me and wished me dead. Then the next day she would apologize and tell me how proud she was. She said the same things every day I lived with her since I was 15."

"That is when your dad left." said House.

Chase nodded as he took a moment to let out another cry. He eventually gained some self-control and went on. "After a while of this, I decided it was time to put an end to it. It wasn't doing either of us any good. I went to see her."

"Robert, I'm so pleased to see you are here." the woman said with a huge smile. The smile was on a withered pale face that was part of a shaky deteriorating frame. Her graying brown hair was matted and unkept as though a brush hadn't seen it in months.

"Mum," Chase said to the shrunken woman, "we need to have a talk."

"What is it Robert? Is something wrong?"

They walked into the great room and sat down on the couch. Chase grabbed her frail hand and looked at her with complete seriousness. "I know you aren't well, but you need to let me get on with my life. I can't keep getting these letters from you. You have to let go."

"I see," she replied, "it sounds like you want to leave me alone just like your father did."

"Mum, you know I will be here for you. I just can't be here all the time. I have to move on. Please, I'm begging you. I cannot take care of you forever. I need to live my own life."

"I see." she replied trying to be calm, but her accelerated breathing indicated she was starting to get upset. "Those religious freaks at the seminary are poisoning your mind. They are turning you against me."

Chase got very frustrated. He did something he had never done with his mother before. He let go of her hand and stood up. "Don't do this!" Chase said in a louder and confrontational tone. "You aren't being fair."

"Fair?" his mother started yelling. "Don't talk to me about fair! All did was be a devoted wife and mother and in the end I'm thrown out like garbage."

Then she went into an all out tantrum. She stood up and started flailing her arms and legs wildly and shouted in a high pitched scream, "You have ruined my life you ungrateful bastard! I wish you had never been born!"

Chase always avoided confrontation with his mum because he knew this is what would happen. It happened every time his dad fought with her. The high pitched scream always gave him chills. "You are right mum." Chase said in a calming but shaky voice.

She looked into her son's beautiful natural blue eyes. She saw the tears starting to well up in them. She put her hand on his cheek. "I'm sorry sweetheart. I just got a little upset. I don't mean it. I have to go to the bathroom. When I come back we can talk some more. I won't yell. I promise."

Chase nodded, then she walked away flashing a comforting smile as though nothing was wrong. He took the time to calm himself while waiting for his mum. Confronting her was not the right thing to do. He didn't know what else to do. He had to move on with his life, but his mum was not well enough to take care of herself anymore.

While he was pondering the options a loud terrifying "BANG!" came from the bathroom. Chase jumped up from the shocking noise and absolute terror swept over him. While he had never personally heard a gun go off before, he knew by that sound what had just happened.

He raced into the bathroom to find his mother lying on the floor. She was still alive but gasping for breath. Blood was pouring out of the hole in her abdomen created by the bullet. She still clutched onto the gun with her right hand.

Chase raced into the main room and called an ambulance. Then he came back to the bathroom and picked his mother in his arms as she continued to drift in and out.

"Robert," she said. "I don't have much time."

"Don't talk like that. The ambulance is coming." he reassuringly told her.

"The life you chose for yourself is tearing you apart. It involves so much more than saving people. It involves being strong and dealing with pain. You have to fix your own pain before helping others deal with theirs. You need to save yourself Robert."

"Please hold on. I will ever leave you again." he replied with a very shaky voice while stroking his mother's matted hair.

"No, you can't, can you? I need to do what is best for you so you don't live the same misery I did."

She picked up her right arm and pointed the gun at her son's chest. He couldn't move. He could have easily overpowered her, but he was too frozen by fear. If his mother wanted him to die, then he should die. He looked at the gun for several terrifying seconds waiting for her to pull the trigger.

"No, I can't." she said as she pulled the gun away. "Let go Robert. God doesn't want this for you." Then she slipped away.

Chase held onto his mother's lifeless body stunned by what had transpired. Tears started streaming down his face as his mind starting racing so fast he couldn't process what was happening. When the ambulance arrived, they found Chase still holding his mother in the bathroom in too much shock to speak or move.

Cameron gasped in horror as Chase finished his story. She was too stunned to talk, so she grabbed Chase's shoulder to show her support. A tear ran down her cheek.

Foreman and Wilson both looked down with sullen expressions. They were both heartbroken for their colleague. Foreman especially was stunned, for he always figured Chase to be a privileged rich kid. He had no idea Chase was carrying such a burden.

Even House was slightly touched by his story. He quietly gave everyone a minute to compose themselves. ''I'm sorry Chase," he said without his usual arrogance to show respect for the moment, "but that for all clinical purposes would be classified as a traumatic event."

Chase nodded and then broke out into full fledged weeping. Cameron hugged him and he grabbed onto her, crying harder than he ever had before. House motioned Wilson and Foreman towards the door. Chase needed some time and Cameron had this under control.