The next morning

Chase woke up from his pain free slumber as the sun was rising. His hands were stuck under his chest and he tried to turn over. Finally he managed to pull his right hand from under his body and turned on his back. Panting, he looked at the ceiling and finally managed to push himself up on his elbow. Pushing his legs straight he wanted to move to his chair. His hand moving over the mattress, he noticed it was wet.

''Shit.'' He sighed, knowing he should have managed to catheter yesterday. Moving to his chair he noticed a large wet spot in his bed and embarrassed he looked the other way. He would figure it out tonight.

Making it to the tub, he was joined by Timtam in the bathroom.

''Coming to have a laugh at me too?'' He said a bit upset. Even though it was not the cats fault, he hated anybody seeing him like this.

Luckily he had woken up so early, since it took him a while to get ready. Getting dressed on the bed, he opted for a simple knitted sweater today, as there was no chance he could get a shirt and tie on. It had all seemed so easy before but now it took him almost half an hour to even get dressed in a sweater, pants and shoes. The latter took the longest and it made his blood boil since he wouldn't even take a step on him.

Timtam followed him to the kitchen and he grabbed one of the cans of cat food. Luckily it was one with a tab and with a spoon he managed to open it and drop it in the food bowl. The cat jumped around excited and he let go of a smalls mile. Before it had seemed silly to keep the cat but now it was a reason for him to get up in the morning.

Some honking started outside and he made his way outside to Wilson.

''no jacket?'' Wilson said a bit concerned.

''Nah, I am fine.'' He said, even though it was because he wasn't able to get it on.

In the hospital he was greeted by House in the office.

''In better spirits today?''

''Yeah, I feel fine.'' He said as House asked and he got updated on the case.

''The ultrasound came back with a cloth, you were right.''

''Didn't doubt it.'' Chase said with a cheeky smile.

''Anyway, the rest went to treat the patient. Have any therapy today?''

''Physical, later.'' Chase said as he looked at the bookshelves and figured he could pick up a book to read to kill the time. There was no chance he was going down to the clinic. He had not been back to the place and he really didn't want to.

While reading, he noticed he was starting to sweat.

''House?'' He asked and the man looked up from his TV, came walking towards him.

''House I really don't feel good.'' Chase said as he leaning against the table. His face was flushed and he was sweating like mad.

''What is wrong?'' House said worried as he walked towards Chase. He had his face in his hands and was moaning softly.

''Headache.''

House laid his hand against the man's forehead and felt his temperature rising. Paging for the team, he knelt down by Chase as much as he could with his leg.

''Chase, you need to talk to me.''

Suddenly the man collapsed onto the table, barely conscious and House paged a code.

Quickly he tried to get the man upright, having a feeling what was wrong with him.

Taub and Thirteen were the first to come running back in.

''Foreman is with the patient, what is wrong?'' Thirteen asked worried.

''Autonomic Dysreflexia. Nervous system is overreacting, his blood pressure is spiking – we need to find what is causing it!''


When Chase opened his eyes nurses were just putting an IV in his arm.

''What are they doing?'' He asked a bit startled, but he felt too horrible to get up. The head rush was still there and House walked closer to the bed.

''You are getting antibiotics.''

''Why?''

''You have an urinary tract infection. Happens when you don't take good care of yourself.'' House said as the nurse left the room, Chase now hooked on the fluids and antibiotics.

''Dammit.'' Chase sighed softly.

''You cancelled the nurse.''

''Want to look after myself, want to be able to just do things myself and not have to wait for a nurse.'' Chase just said stubborn.

''Well, for now you can't and if you don't acknowledge that and let the nurse look after, you can go right back to the rehab unit!'' House said strict.

''you have no idea what it is like.'' Chase said angry.

''Oh no I don't? You don't think I have been there with my leg?'' House said angry. He got how upset Chase was, but the last thing he wanted was for Chase to make it worse for himself.

''I want to go home tonight. If you don't let me out I will go and release myself.'' Chase said as even though he did not feel fine, the last thing he wanted was to be stuck here again.

''No, you are not.''

''The hell I am.'' Chase said, pulling himself up by the side of the bed and wanted to pull his wheelchair closer, House pushing it out of his way.

''House!'' Chase was fuming with rage now.

''You need to calm down. You need these antibiotics now or it is only going to get worse.'' House shook his head.

''You think you can decide everything for me?'' Chase was still angry and tried to reach out over the bed to pull his chair within range. He was so angry he couldn't just get up and walk out.

''Fine, suit yourself then – remember you asked me to be your doctor.'' House said as he pushed the chair next to the bed then.

Chase looked as he walked out of the door and angry pulled his chair closer. House was still looking from the hallway and Chase looked even more mad at him now.

Knowing the sides of the bed were really high for him to climb over, he was worried he would fall trying to climb in his chair and House would have front row seats.

His right hand was shaking as he tried and remove the IV with the limited power he still in his hand and after a minute he managed to pull it out.

Climbing over the edge of the bed and finally getting in his chair, House was gone.

Hours later, House made his way to Chase's apartment. He had expected the door to be closed with Chase not letting him in.

The door wasn't locked though and for a second he doubted. He knew that his could easily ruin all friendship that was left between him and Chase.

He opened the door.

Chase was on the couch, looking miserable.

''Came to laugh?''

''No, came to the pity party.'' House said as he opened his bag on the table.

''What are you doing?''

''Making sure you don't kill yourself over something stupid.'' He said as he took an IV bag out of his backpack.

This time, Chase did not object as House put the IV higher up in his arm this time. He noticed the man didn't even flinch as he put the needle in his arm and figured he didn't even have any feeling in that part of his arm. Chase let out a little chuckle as House hung the bag of the curtain rod.

''Did you catheter yourself since doing your little prison break?''

''No.'' Chase admitted. His hands had been shaking so bad he couldn't do it. He knew it was indeed only making his situation worse.

''Mind if I do it?'' House asked. '' I can call your nurse.''

''You do it.'' Chase said, not happy and looking the other way.

''Sure. I will be quick.'' House promised. Trying to make things the least embarrassing he just did it quickly, wanting to get it over with for Chase.

''You know – after I got home me and Stacey broke up. I rather piss the bed than having somebody look after me.''

Suddenly he noticed Chase was crying.

''What is wrong?''

''I feel so embarrassed and I have no idea what I did to deserve this.'' He cried.

''You didn't deserve this.'' House assured Chase, wanting getting up to wash his hands. Instead Chase laid his head against his shoulder. House was not sure what to do. Chase kept on crying and a bit awkward House laid his arm around him.

''You didn't deserve this – and that man will get what is coming for him.'' House promised.


Will things finally look up now that House knows Chase isn't doing too well? I hope you liked this chapter! Thank you so much for reading and please le tme know what you thougth, I really appreciate it!