CHAPTER SEVEN
Chase didn't sleep. The eeriness of the hospital at night, no matter now used to it he was, was unsettling to him. He finished almost half of the book House had thrown at him.
The next morning Cameron was the first to visit him. She brought him flowers, and even though he didn't really like them, but he thanked her with his natural charm.
"Cameron, I'm bored out of my mind. Please, talk House into letting me help on a case," Chase begged.
"I can try, Chase, but I don't think he'll agree."
"But at least try?"
"Of course."
"Thanks, Cam."
House was starting to find that Chase's room was more fun to hide out in to watch General Hospital. He also was finding immense pleasure in making fun of Chase. But never for whatever had happened to him. Chase was actually enjoying it. He hated being alone. And he grew to enjoy House's visits because he always brought him something to chew on. After a day they held the diagnostic meets in his room so that he could participate. But House warned him that once he was out, he was going to be on sick-leave.
No one told him that a nurse had been punched by Ricky down the hall from him.
