Chase looked around his apartment after a long day of unpacking his stuff.

There were some boxes he still had to unpack, but it took a lot longer now.

He was chilling on the large couch he had splurged on with getting this apartment and TimTam was asleep on his chest. A few days ago he had finally moved in here. Even though he had kept most of his furniture, he wanted to make this place his home and had gotten some new stuff. He was tired from working from home today and unpacking more stuff. Even though he had managed, it took him so much time he was exhausted. Since he was too tired to cook, he had ordered a pizza. He wasn't too hungry, but knew he had to eat. The doorbell rang and he got up.

''Come on you got to move.'' He told the cat as he pushed her of his chest and made his way to his chair. Pulling it closer, it took effort to pull himself in, but made his way to the door as quickly as possible. With the new large apartment, it was a lot easier to move around as the flooring was a lot better as well as the furniture being arranged a lot better for him.

Opening the door, the delivery of his pizza was here.

''Got your pizza.'' The man said and handed it to him.

''Thanks.'' He smiled and took it.

He was going to enjoy tonight. Tomorrow he was going into the hospital for the surgery. Even though he had not wanted to do it, Foreman had assured him together with the orthopedic surgeon that if they could stabilize his vertebrae further, his pain could get a lot less.

Especially after things had gone on the bar, he wanted to take the risk to make it better.

He was super nervous, but with all the pain he had suffered through the last month, he just wanted the pain to go away.

As he had finished the pizza, he started to pack his bag. He would probably have to stay a few days, but at least time he could come prepared.

He was scared though that when he got home, he would be able to do even less himself. He was worried that he would lose the little feeling and power he had in his arms. But it was a worth the gamble because of the pain. He was worried to end up like House.

Making his way to the bathroom, he was still so glad his therapist had helped work out what he needed here. Even though he still needed Yvon in the evening, it was a lot easier to do more things himself. The sink was made so he could easily access it with his wheelchair and the mirror was lowered, so he could use the sink to lean on when doing his hair and shaving. Even though the latter was not going great, he knew practice would make perfect.

Besides that he also got a large tub as he hoped it would help with his back pain. Even though Yvon usually helped him shower, he could get himself into the tub and get the whirlpool going so that his muscles relaxed. Yvon had joked it would be large enough to take a lady in someday as well and he could only hope that would happen someday.

After the bath, he was packing the last stuff he wanted to take. It was an invasive surgery that would take it's toll. Even though he was not looking forward to it, he was looking forward to having less pain.

As he had everything packed, he laid down on the bed, putting the head part up and watched a bit of TV. He was glad he had gotten a small TV in his bedroom now as he spend a lot of time in bed now. Stretching out his legs, he was glad he had moved. It was not like this apartment suddenly fixed everything, but it did make things a bit easier. He had also gotten a bed that as easier on his body and he could higher and lower as well. It had made getting dressed and undressing even with Yvon a lot easier.

He had just finished the movie when Yvon came in.

''Hey, how are you feeling?'' She smiled. She was glad for the man that he had been able to move for a better apartment.

''I am good, how are you?''

''always great.'' She smiled. The last weeks things had gotten a lot lighter and friendlier between them.

''I will take your laundry and get it all back here cleaned and pressed.'' Yvon said as she picked up the hamper and loaded it into a bag. Usually he washed it himself but she helped him with folding and ironing.

''Thanks so much.'' Chase said and she helped him sit on the edge of the bed to help him get undressed.

''Nervous?''

''Yeah. Things could go very wrong.'' Chase admitted. ''At least you have some more time with your husband the next few days.''

''Well, I have a few more clients than just you – don't get jealous now – but I will miss your temper in the morning for these few days.'' She joked.

As they got him changed and made sure he was ready for the night, she reached into her bag and handed him an envelope. Opening it there it was a sweet card from her and her husband wishing him luck with the surgery.

''Wanted to send it, but figured I might as well give it.

''Thank you, that is very sweet of you.'' Chase smiled.

''Alright, I will see you tomorrow, then we will get you all ready for the hospital.''

''Sounds good, thanks so much.'' Chase said again before she walked out of the bedroom, closing the odor and he heard her leaving the house.

He was still nervous for tomorrow but tried not to think about it for too long.


He came to the hospital early in the morning. The surgery would be at two and he was already in a bed, prepper for the surgery.

''Hey, can I come in?'' Thirteen looked around the corner.

''ofcourse.'' Chase said. Before he would have felt embarrassed about being a hospital gone, pretty bare in front of a coworker, but the last few months he had slowly gotten used to it.

''Just wanted to come see you, we don't have a case and Foreman and House are preparing for your surgery-''

''House is going to be there?''

''Yeah, he wanted to make sure you are okay and see if he could assist.''

Chase smiled, glad that people cared about him.

''nervous?''

''Yeah.''

''Guess that was a dumb question.'' Thirteen admitted.

''It's not, I am nervous but know that when the pain gets better, everything should get better.'' Chase said.

''True, well, you should be taken any minute now, so I will leave you be.'' She said and wished him all the best once more. A nurse came to give him the sedative and he didn't experience much of the ride to the OR.

Foreman, House and the surgeon were waiting for him there.

''You ready to go under?'' The anesthetist asked.

''Yeah, I am ready.'' Chase said with a deep sigh. He was nervous about it but knew it would get a lot better if this surgery was successful. He knew that it was worth it, even though he was scared.

Waking up, he was doing better than the last time he had been under anesthetics.

Luckily this time he didn't feel as sick. He had just been awake for a while, trying to come to grasps with being awake again. He felt his hands on the blanket, and it made him hopeful that everything had gone well. He was still in recovery, but hoped he was going to a private room soon. The door beside him opened and looking towards it, House came walking in.

''How are you feeling?''

''Alright, tired.'' Chase admitted. House put up the bed a bit, Chase under too much medication to really feel anything.

''How is the pain?'' House asked but Chase ignored him, looking down at his hands, he straight away tried to lift them up. Even though his arms felt heavy, he did notice they came up, both of his hands.

''house – my hands are fine.'' He smiled excited.

''Again, how is your pain?'' House asked, although he seemed happy for the young man and his excitement.

''Just – just regular surgery pain. I guess that is better.'' Chase said, still so glad he had not lost the function in his hands and arms.

''We found a bone piece left in your spinal cord which could have easily caused the pain. Foreman and your neurosurgeon removed it very carefully. This does not mean you will be pain free, but it should be better.''

''That is great.'' Chase smiled. He knew the pain in his back would never fully go away, but he was hopeful this would make it a lot better.

Looking at his hands, he also noticed they were shaking a lot less than they had been before. Even though he still couldn't move his fingers that well, his movements seemed a lot more coordinated, the shaking seemed a lot less now.

''We can remove the drain from your back tomorrow and in two days Michael will come in so you can start physical therapy.''

''Thanks.'' Chase just smiled, appreciating that House was looking after him so carefully. He looked his boss walked out of the room and down to his hands again. The shaking really seemed a lot less, and he was not sure if it was the anesthesia and painkillers, or if this was really something positive.

I can't believe I ended a chapter on a positive note! I hope you liked it! Thanks so much for reading and please let me know what you thought by leaving a review :) Hopefully till next chapter!