CHAPTER THREE
It was four hours after the x-rays that Chase closed his eyes and opened them, registering the world around him. It took him a few minutes to realize where he was. Why he still had no idea. He slowly lifted himself into a sitting position to find himself with bandages over a good part of his body, and his right arm in a cast.
"And the mummy awakens."
Chase looked over to find House resting in a chair near his bed. Of course his first thought was why House was there obviously looking over him, but he knew he wouldn't get an answer, so he went for his next question.
"How did I get here?"
"Well, you see, when a mommy and a daddy reeeaally love eachot-"
"You know what I mean."
"Forman brought you in."
"But how did he find me? I mean…how did he know I needed help?"
"He was just so broken up that you didn't come in to work, so he went looking for you."
Chase didn't know whether to believe him or not, but finally decided it wasn't important. "I didn't need help."
"Yeah, sure. You could have just stitched yourself up even in the state of comatose shock you were in. Then tomorrow you would have just skipped into work like nothing ever happened an no one would have known the wiser." House tapped his cane on the floor. "You're an awful liar. Everyone can tell you're having trouble at home."
"I can take care of myself. And anyways, since when did you care?"
"Since one of our best doctors hasn't been able to get work done in weeks because of the soreness in his heart and ass."
Chase couldn't help but growl. "You're such an arse hole."
"What else is new?" Cameron asked from the door.
"Cameron, can I see my medical papers?" Chase asked.
Cameron sighed and handed her clipboard over to him. He scanned down the list that was written.
Before Chase could start reading, House listed off everything that was written. "3 broken ribs, right humerus and radius broken, gash on right side of the head, stapled, 6 stitches above left eye, 12 stitches on right side, sprained ankle, rectal bleeding and scaring, evidence of rape. Brought in in a state of conscious unconsciousness. Unresponsive"
"Thanks for telling me what I know and being so understanding."
"Your wel-" House was interrupted by his beeper. He sighed and looked at the number. "Cameron, we've got to go." He stood up and limped out the door.
"Chase…If you need someone to talk to…"
"If you see Dr. Wilson anywhere can you have him bring me a coffee?"
Cameron opened her mouth to protest, insist that he could talk to her, but decided it was better to just nod and leave.
As soon as the door was closed Chase rolled carefully over to his side and cried.
