CHAPTER SIX
Chase stared up at the ceiling. He was bored as hell and wanted to get back to work. And he had only been awake for a few hours. His body hurt, but he wasn't complaining. He just wanted something to do.
"Catch."
Chase didn't have time to register the order before a pile of things were dropped on his lap. He looked up at House who was standing above him, then looked at his lap. A pen, a book of crosswords, and a pop from the pediatric ward.
"What's this for?" Chase asked suspiciously.
"A get well present from your secret admirer. It's stuff to make you stop moping you idiot."
"Thanks, House."
"Don't get used to it."
Chase smiled as House left and picked up the pop. He remembered House picking on him for his 'oral fixation', but it was true, and he had been missing having something to bite on. And just the fact that House had even thought of that cheered him up, though. The old doctor had a heart.
Chase looked up as Wilson walked into the hospital room.
"Any idea how long I'm stuck here?"
"Until your fellowship is over." Pause. "Oh, you mean for your injuries."
"You've been hanging around House too much."
Wilson grinned. "Probably. You should be out in a week tops."
"Fuck." Chase continued to chew on the stick from the pop long gone.
"I know. But at least you have someplace to go when your better."
"Huh? Where?"
"House has offered his couch."
"But-"
"His bed is big, he doesn't mind sharing."
"You bribed him," Chase observed.
"Sharp, aren't we? 10 days clinic duty. We might have to split them."
"I really can't argue that. Do I get some of your famous cooking?"
"Of course."
"Then yeah, not arguing."
"Here," Wilson said, throwing something at the younger doctor. "Got you another pop. Try to make it last through the night."
"I will. See you in the morning."
"Sleep well."
Chase gave him a weak smile.
