Two weeks later


After lunch, he was finally okay to go home. He had been nervous all morning. Thirteen had come and help him pack his stuff and Wilson and House would bring him home later. In the evening, he could meet his nurse for the first time.

Every morning she would come to help with getting washed and dressed, as well as his medication. Even tough he was insistent on taking care of himself, he knew the therapist was right about him needing help. Even though is hands were getting a bit better, there was no way he could take care of himself. He had tried really hard being able to take care of his own bathroom needs, but his hands were too shaky and weak to actually being able to work with the catheter. Honestly that's what he found the worst. He felt so bad needing help with that.

After what seemed forever, House and Wilson were finally there. Making it to the car, he needed help from the both of them getting into the car. His back was hurting and he couldn't even pull his own legs into the car, it being too much on his back. Annoyed he let Wilson do it. Driving to his house, it was so good to finally go home. He couldn't imagine it was almost half a year ago he had been there.

He felt so glad there was a ramp in front of the apartment building, but even with the power assist he was a bit nervous about getting up there. Luckily there was an elevator to the second floor where he lived. The closer to the door he got, the more nervous he got.

He arrived at his apartment then and grabbed the key. His hands were still weak and shaky, and he almost dropped it. He got the key in then and struggled turning it around but managed so then.

''Finally home.'' Chase sighed. It truly seemed forever since he was here. It hurt that the last time he was here, he couldn't think about being shot the same day. It looked different – he knew it was going to. He had not seen what the contractors had done yet, but for now he was just glad to have it sorted.

House and Wilson keep their distance for a bit, looking as Chase went around his apartment. They saw him struggling, emotional as it had been so long and so much had changed.

Moving his wheelchair to the bedroom, except for the floor, not much had changed. He had gotten the carpeting exchanged with a wooden floor. It made moving around in his wheelchair a lot easier. Some of the stuff had been moved so it was easier to move around.

It was a big confrontation and he couldn't help but feel his chest tightening. The last time he had left this bed his life had been so different.

In the bathroom, some things were changed as well. He was glad had just hired a contractor and let his occupational therapist make some changes. Being in the rehab unit had been hard enough and he was glad that he could go home, but luckily hadn't had the stress of doing all of this.

''Chase, where do you want your stuff?'' Wilson said as he came walking into the room.

''Just put it on the bed.'' Chase said and Wilson put his bag down. He wasn't sure if he was able to unpack all of it but now that he was home, he wanted some privacy back.

''Me and House will go do groceries, we will be back soon.''

''Thanks." Chase said and he heard the door close behind him. His heart sunk, thinking about being home now. Even though he was excited, he was also scared.

Turning the wheelchair around, he almost got stuck between the bed and the wall. A bit upset, he pulled his bag closer and tried to open the zipper. The bag slipped from his lap and fell to the floor. Angry he cursed, trying to pull it up on his lap again, since it was in front of his wheelchair and he couldn't move now.

He tried to pull it up again but the bag slipped from his hands. Angry he wanted to lean forward, pulling it up again but had to drop the bag immediately. He almost fell forward to the floor since his core muscles didn't work well. Leaning against the bed so he did not fall, he felt so angry he almost started to cry again. Hitting his hand on his knee, he wanted to curse.

He tried once more, but it still fell the floor. It upset him because he could not even move now and had to wait for somebody to help him.

It made him hate the man that had shot him so much. He had tried to help the man and get out and he thought he was going to. And then he was cowardly shot in the back.

Luckily Wilson and House didn't take too long. He was embarrassed that he had to wait for them something as simple as this.

Wilson put the bag on the bed for him and Chase sighed.

''I ehm – I can't open it.''

Wilson opened the zipper to help. Chase's face as so red and he hated seeing the young man so embarrassed.

Chase left the unpacking for alter now and made his way back to the kitchen.

House was packing groceries in the fridge.

''Thanks.'' Chase said grateful. He knew the nurse would help him cook a few days a week and since he was still working on the fine motor skills in his hand, he had a little bit of hope doing it himself again.

They prepped dinner for him and packed some of it away in the freezer so that he didn't have to worry about that. Having dinner at the table, Timtam was walking around again as well. Wilson had brought him so he could come back to live with Chase. Chase was glad to have him back but was also worried he couldn't provide the cat with the care he needed. Later that evening, house and Wilson left, not long before the nurse would arrive.

Finally he would really be alone for an hour. It was so weird being back here. He was happy but hated how everything had changed at the same time. Angry he hit his hand on the table. It was not fair the patient had just walked into the clinic and decided to put the gun on him.

Timtam jumped on his lap and he started to cry. Even though he was happy to be home, it still hurt that so much had changed in just half a year.

Even though he wanted to, he couldn't stop crying now that the tears were flowing. It was hard to think that the last time he was there, he had been able to walk, and use his hands and arms. Now he had to wait for a nurse to take care of him.

His back was hurting really bad again, but there was no way he could grab the right pills and take care of it himself. Even though he had really wanted to go home, he was really not sure now if it had been the right decision.

Sitting by the table, still crying, he just let all the grief and anger come over him. After a while, he dried his tears and pushed TimTam of his lap. Looking around, he realized that most of the house was of no use to him. He couldn't even navigate his wheelchair to the couch since it was all too narrow. He didn't want to move, but he also had no idea how to fix it.

There was a knock on the door and he went to the door to open it.

Honestly, he had just picked the first registered nurse that the hospital recommended him.

The nurse, Yvon, came walking in.

''hey, nice to meet you.'' She shook his hand. She was tall, in her late 40s and he was not sure if it was because of why she was here, but he didn't really like her.

''Nice to meet you too.''

''Heard all the contracts were already signed by the hospital.''

''Yeah, I don't know anything about that.'' Chase admitted.

''So every morning at 7 right? And every evening at 11?''

''Yeah. I got the spare key for you here.'' Chase said, handing it to her. He still felt bad that he would need her twice a day to look after him. Even though he had talked about it with this occupational therapist about how they expected they would be able that he would be able to do some things himself again, he knew he would always need some level op care and help.

He tried not to mind as she took care of his whole evening routine. It made him feel bad that somebody was doing that for him he did not know, but honestly the last thing he wanted was somebody helping him he did know.

It took about half an hour to get him showered, his catheter taken care of and ready for bed. He hadn't looked at her the whole half hour, too embarrassed to say anything. He knew it was shallow because it was her job. But he had never needed help like this before. He was looking out of the window. Turned on his side, she pulled up his knees and put a pillow between his legs.

''Do you need anything before I leave?'' She asked as she closed the curtains.

''No thanks.'' He just mumbled. She left and he heard her lock the door. Just like before, the tears suddenly seemed to come like a tidal wave. Feeling horrible and embarrassed because of the nurse and the back pain that was starting again, he wasn't so sure if he was happy to be home.


Thanks so much for reading again! I hope you enjoyed the chapter where Chase finally goes home. Even though he is home now there is a lot more coming up! Thanks again and please let me know what you thought.