Chase woke up in his own bed. His bed was clean and he wondered who did it. Last night was a blur after his emotional breakdown. The infection had made him feel sick and woozy as well and after House had given him his painkillers, he quickly fell asleep.

Getting up, he struggled to get to his chair. Only now he noticed the bag strapped to his leg. Moving the living room, House was finishing getting dressed on the couch.

''You stayed over?''

''Didn't want to leave you alone last night.''

Chase was not sure what to say, but he did appreciate the man looking out for him.

''Changed your catheter to an external one so you don't need to worry about that anymore.''

''You did?''

''Your nurse did.'' House admitted. ''But it means you don't have to worry about cathethering yourself anymore and lessen the infections in the long run.''

''That could be good.'' Chase admitted.

''I am going to make you breakfast. We are going somewhere today.'' House said as he could up from the couch and limped to the kitchen.

''House I am really not in the moo-''

''Well, you don't have a choice.''

Chase rolled his eyes and moved to the kitchen table then. Throwing one of the chairs aside, he leaned on the table.

''Uhm did you change my shee-''

''Your nurse came last night and did it.'' House said as he started to crack some eggs in the frying pan. Chase still felt embarrassed, but a bit relieved House would not there to do that.

A few minutes later, House presented him with a large plate of eggs and toast.

''You really need to eat more.'' House told him, the young man looking skinny.

''I am not exercising anyway.''

''You are using plenty of calories though.'' House said as he sat down with a plate as well. ''Besides, you could look into a sport or exersi-''

''Shut it House, I don't think you ever looked into it either.'' Chase just mumbled as he dug into breakfast.

Silent they finished breakfast. Yvon came to help him as House had asked her to come a bit later and Chase tried not to object as much this time.

After the shower, as she was drying him off, he finally said something he knew he shouldn't have had to say. He should have acted differently but he knew he had to say it.

''I am sorry how I have been the last few weeks.'' Chase admitted then. ''I know it was hard for me to get used to this situation – I am still not used to it now. But you are just doing your job. I am sorry.''

''That is okay. I know it can't be easy.'' She said, appreciative of his apology.

''Do you think you can help me with shaving?'' He asked as he had not allowed her to do it since she had come here.

''ofcourse.'' She smiled nicely and grabbed the supplies.

''So you are from Australia yeah?'' She asked as she started shaving the scruff of his jaw.

''Yeah, was born in Melbourne, studied in Sydney.'' Chase answered, glad things were a bit less tense.

''I loved Melbourne.'' Yvon smiled. '' We went to a cricket match there. It was a great city.''

''It's cool you have been.'' Chase said, suddenly feeling a lot better about her.

''My husband has some family there….we went there in 2004. Seems forever ago. It was pretty amazing. Do you miss it?''

''Not really. I miss some friends and the weather, but I don't have much family there or anything.'' Chase admitted.

''Alright, that is you all clean shaven again.'' She smiled friendly and helped him get ready otherwise.

House and him got House's car. He did not know where they were going, but he was not looking forward. The infection still made him feel horrible and he just wanted to sleep. House had gotten him more antibiotics he had to take four times a day now, but he hoped that it would clear in the infection soon.

Suddenly he noticed that they were driving to the prison.

''What?''

''Í thought it might be good for you to see the man that shot you and tell him how you feel.'' House said.

''I don't want to.''

''You should. Your therapist thinks the same.''

Chase rolled his eyes. Ofcourse House was in cahoots with him.

But maybe he was right, maybe it was right to see the man. He had not been to the trial and hearings. Both because he physically couldn't in the beginning and also because he did not want to see the man again.

They went through security and were brought to a visitors room.

The man was sitting at the table and Chase hated seeing him again. Everything that happened in the clinic room came back to him.

The man's eyes grew wide as he saw Chase. House parked his chair and sat down beside him. Chase was not sure what to say looking the man in the face. Although he was not sure what to think, it did make him feel better looking the man that did this to him in the face.

''Hope you are looking forward to the next 11 years.'' Chase finally said.

''I never wanted to do this!'' The man mumbled.

''You shot me in the back.''

''I panicked.'' The man sighed.

''You panicked? That's all you got to say. Look what you did to me?!'' Chase said angry.

''I am so sorry.''

''I – I didn't have any money. The debt was getting bigger and – and my family. I just – I need the pills to se-''

''You could've asked for help. You shot me in the back.'' Chase said angry. ''You see my hands? I can't do my job anymore, I even had to ask my nurse to shave me this morning. And you see that scar in my neck? As if shooting my once wasn't enough, you shot my in the neck and I nearly died.''

The man started to sob now and Chase just shook his head.

''I only tried to help you and you shot me in the back.'' Chase blamed him.

''I am sorry- I will be in here for 11 years and I deserve nothing less.'' The man sighed.

''11 years is too short, I am going to be living with this pain and everything I have lost because you panicked.'' Chase yelled at him.

The man started to sob even louder now.

Knowing that it was not going to change anything about his situation and there was nothing more to say the man, Chase looked at House.

''Let's go.'' Chase just sighed and house took him home.

House made dinner for the both of them and promised to stay another night. Even though Chase seemed to feel a lot better, they were both still worried he would get another autonomic dysreflexia and he did not want Chase to be alone.

Later that night, after they had gone to bed, House woke up.

House was in the living room but woke up as he heard Chase moaning softly from the bedroom. A bit worried he got up and grabbing his cane he walked to the bedroom.

Knocking on the door, he waited for Chase's answer.

''Chase, you alright? Want me to come in?''

''Yeah.'' He finally heard and walking in, Chase was crying.

''What is wrong?''

''It's my back.'' Chase gritted his teeth.

''Alright, I will fix it.'' House promised and he hobbled to the bathroom. Grabbing a vial of morphine and a syringe he put those on the nightstand.

''I am going to turn you, okay?''

Chase nodded and tried to help as much as possible. He felt really vulnerable with his old boss having to help him. House turned him on his front and disinfected his skin.

''Going to push it into the space between your spinal cord and the vertebrae, should make it a lot better.''

''Do it.'' Chase just gritted his teeth and House did so. He flinched for a second as House was above where he had lost the feeling in his body, but he knew it would get a lot better after.

''Alright, should start working quickly.'' House promised him and Chase nodded. House turned him around again and helped him sit up a bit with some pillows in his back. He still felt uncomfortable with his boss sitting here while he was in his boxers and a shirt. But he did know House understood how it felt to need unwanted help, so he tried not to mind it too much.

''How do you feel about seeing the man in prison?'' House asked then as he sat on the edge of the bed besides Chase.

''Alright, I guess. At least he regrets it. But that doesn't make it better for me.'' Chase said annoyed.

Looking down at his leg, he looked at the urine bag strapped onto his leg just under his boxers and felt embarrassed in front of House again, but for now he just wanted the infection to go away. Maybe this was a better idea.

''Nothing is going to make it better. It is hard to accept, I know that, but nothing is going to change your situation.''

''I think I might look for a different apartment. One that is more adapted to me so I can do more myself again.'' Chase sighed. Looking around the bedroom, he realized that there were a ton of memories in this place, but all of them seemed bittersweet now. The time he had spend here with Cameron, as well as how everything had changed for him now.

''That might make things better.''

''I know.'' Chase nodded. ''I just- I can't deal with this pain forever. I do understand your Vicodin use. I know the surgery might help but I all can do now is move my arms. I don't want to go back to not being able to use my own wheelchair.''

''I still want to look into it again if we can do something less evasive.''

''Thanks, I appreciate that.'' Chase smiled.

''You should go back to sleep. So should I honestly.'' House said and Chase nodded. Helped the young man lay down again and made sure he was comfortable before leaving the room.

Looking at the ceiling, Chase was not sure what to think of today. He had hated seeing the man, but he felt relieved. Even though he still hated his situation, he also knew was House was right. And he could make it better by moving possibly. Maybe things would still be better.


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