I know the storyline of this part of Chase's life was different, but I wrote it that way anyway.

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An hour later Chase was quiet busy. He carried all the stuff in House's room, including that pizza. They got back to work and a short time later Foreman and Cameron joined them.

It was like the day before. Four doctors working the entire night, keeping themselves awake with coffee. And around 4 am they found their answer, just moments after the nurse came by, ignoring the three doctors and the mess in the room, just making sure House was comfortable. But it wasn't House who found the answer It was the young Australian, who hadn't been sleeping for over 48 hours, who had an epiphany.

House ordered the right treatment and the three doctors left. House leaned back and took a deep breath. He looked at his leg. He was glad that he had been so busy. He didn't want to think about the possibility that he wouldn't have a healthy leg anymore. He had not coped with the loss of the first one.

And as if he had suspected House's thoughts, the right doctor showed up at the right time. Wilson stood in the door, two bottles of beer in his hands.

"You think you can handle a beer with your medication?", Wilson asked his buddy.

"I don't know. Let's find out."

Wilson gave him a bottle and opened the other one for himself.

"I heard you saved another life."

"No, this one was Chase."

"What's wrong with him today?", Wilson asked.

"Whatever it is, I hope he stays that way for a long time."

Wilson sat down in a chair next to House.

"I should not have called you!", he finally said, playing with House's cane in his hands.

"Why?"

"You wouldn't be here in this damn hospital bed!"

House rolled his eyes.

"Your life sucked. You were in a bad mood and you wanted to talk about it. I call you in the middle of the night for less important stuff."

"I didn't wanna talk. I just wanted to make sure you take care for me for once in your life."

House looked at his friend. "I know that."

"So why aren't you angry?"

"It was an accident. A kid missed a red light. And now we will see what happens."

"I'm sorry, House."

"Stop apologizing! I just said it was an accident."

Both kept silent for a moment.

"You know what I miss in this room? My favorite TV-Channel. You know, the one that is always so expensive in a hotel room."

Wilson looked confused at him. "I could get you your magazines. You know, the ones from the drawer in your bedroom."

"How do you know about those?", House asked him.

"I lived with you. And those were lonely nights on that couch!", Wilson defended himself.

"Well Jimmy, why didn't you tell me? I would have sung you a lullaby and hold your hand. Just in case you feel lonely again, the book with the important phone numbers is in my wardrobe. But don't call Tiffany. She's all mine!"

They both laughed.

That was clearing things out in House-style. They didn't talk about it anymore. House knew, Wilson would feel guilty for some time but he would not enable him. That was clearly not his job.

They kept on talking about everything else until finally the nurse of the dayshift came in.

"What the hell is going on here?", she asked when she saw the chaos.

It really was a mess. Books, empty cups, pizza boxes and papers all over the floor. And two empty beer bottles.

"Are you crazy? You can't drink beer in your current state."

House pointed at Wilson.

"He is a very good oncologist, you empty bedpans. Don't you think he knows better?"

The nurse got angry. "I'm gonna tell Cuddy about this!"

"Tattletale!", House shouted, when she left.

Wilson laughed. "I gotta go. You know, patient care. See you later. Any wishes for lunch?"

"Everything but pizza!"

House paused a moment.

"Wilson, I'm sorry about Sara. If you wanna talk about this, well you know I can't run away."

Wilson was surprised. "Wow, a House who gives a crap, Chase finally grew up. If your leg gets well, this accident brings nothing but pleasure."

Then Wilson went back to his department.

Chase, Cameron and Foreman came by later to inform their boss about the treatment.

"We'll go home now.", Cameron said half an hour later.

"Hell you do!", House said, "just because the cat is out of the house, the mice don't dance on the table. If you run out of work, I'm sure there is mail waiting for Cameron and Foreman can help in the clinic."

"What about Chase?"

"He will go home. Get some rest and a shower, man. Two days in those clothes are definitely enough."

"Well come on, Foreman. House is back.", Cameron said and they left the room.

"So come on, Chase. What is it with you these days?", House asked.

"What do you mean?"

"You took over control. You yelled at Wilson without pissing your pants. You convinced a nurse to let you in here, right after my surgery to talk about a case. I've never seen you like this."

"Nothing's going on. We had a patient who almost died and we needed your help.", Chase said.

House took a deep breath, he was uncomfortable with this kind of conversation.

"Chase, we are four completely different characters in that department but we have two things in common. We are all very good doctors and we hide behind our work so we don't have to deal with our private lives. The worse our private problems, the better we are in our job. "

Chase looked at him. You can't hide anything from House.

"My dad died two days ago.", he said.

House didn't say anything for a while.

"I'm proud of you, Chase. You are the only person that didn't annoy me during those past two days. Actually it's a personal record for you. Take the week off, or two if you need them. I guess the funeral is in Australia."

"I will take a shower and have a good sleep. I will see you tomorrow, House."

House looked surprised.

"Shouldn't you go home?"

Chase smiled at him.

"We are very different characters House, but we have two things in common, right?"

Then he went home. The next day he showed up for work again.

In the meantime House was glad about an hour without visitors. Although his mum called him. Cuddy finally had reached his parents to tell them about their son.

"No, mum. Everything is fine!", he lied. "It's just a broken leg. Don't worry. No, you really don't have to come."

He rolled his eyes. "Hasn't he suffered enough, lately?", he thought while his mother continued to talk.

"Ok, mum.", he interrupted her. "I should rest now. I call you when I'm better!"

Then he hung up and got lost in his thoughts again.

House might lose the function of his left leg and Wilson will definitely lose his ex-wife. But nevertheless House felt better. He had hope for his future, he was sure he's gonna make it through this. Get back to the limping state, he had hated and cursed for so long. And he would help Wilson through this. It would annoy him, all that personal, emotional crap but he would make this, too. And maybe it would show him, that his life is not that bad after all, because it could be so much worse.