CHAPTER FOUR

It took Wilson over an hour to visit, having a lot of work to do first. He brought juice instead.

"I asked for coffee," Chase said as Wilson placed the glass next to the bed.

"Sorry, decided that much caffeine isn't what you needed right now." He pulled up the chair that House had sat in earlier that day. "What happened?"

"No one gave you the diagnosis?"

"No. I didn't ask, though. Figured if you wanted me to know, you'd tell me."

Chase was silent for a moment. He was sure that Wilson knew how much that meant to him. He finally took the clipboard he never gave back to Cameron and handed it to the man. Wilson scanned over it silently for a minute. When the words on the sheet sunk in he finally spoke. "This has to do with why you've been so weird lately?"

"I don't have anyone to talk to or help me," Chase whispered. "I need a crutch…"

"Chase, tell me what's going on. I'll see what I can do." Wilson put his hand over Chase's.

"I don't want anyone else to know. They already know so much more than I wanted anyone to."

"I won't tell anyone unless I really have to. That's the best I can promise."

Chase sighed. "I can't tell him to leave. I'm scared of him. I mean, look what he did to me!" His voice went up a pitch, but the volume was still low.

"Who?"

"Ricky. I can't get him to go away. He'll kill me. I'm to good of a fuck-toy and cash card for him to let get away." Chase's blue eyes filled with tears.

"Chase. Is he living with you?" Chase nodded. "Once we have to release you, you should find someplace safe to stay. For now, we'll make sure that he doesn't bother you here, okay?" Chase nodded again. "What does he look like so that I can tell people what to look for."

"Red hair, sorta tall, strong but pretty looking…"

"Chase, anything that could really help us."

"He has a tattoo of a wolf that has it's teeth digging into his throat."

"Okay, I'm going to tell people to not let him in." Wilson got up, but Chase grabbed his wrist.

"Don't tell them why. Or make something up. He grabbed me from the street or something. I don't want anyone to know I got myself into this."

"I won't tell anyone."

"Defiantly not House."

"Especially not House." Wilson promised. He turned around again to leave, but his wrist was caught again.

"Thank you."

Wilson smiled slightly. "You rest. And if you need anything, don't be stubborn and just call the nurse, okay?" Chase nodded again. "Hurry up and get better. The patients get nervous without a pretty boy around."

Chase smiled the tiniest bit before closing his eyes and drifting into an uneasy sleep.