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Chapter 2: Past

Damn this hurts… Cameron thought as Chase was talking to the patient. It hasn't hurt like this in ten years…

"Cameron!" Chase yelled.

"What?" She snapped.

"'Bout time you answered. I've been asking for that syringe for the past minute."

"Sorry." She turned around and filled the syringe with the antibiotic. Her right hand was shaking as she turned back to face Chase.

"What's with you, Cameron?" He asked, seeing her shaking arm.

"Nothing, I'm fine," she replied.

"You don't seem like it."

She held out her right arm to give him the syringe. She dropped the syringe and clutched her forearm, letting out a small whimper.

Chase picked up the syringe, injected the antibiotic and said, "We'll be right back." She grabbed onto her left arm and dragged her out of the room. "What is going on?" He shouted.

"Nothing! I'm fine!" She yelled at him. "You are freaking out over nothing!"

He tightened his grip on her and started dragging her down the hallway.

"Where are you taking me?" She snapped.

"To X-Rays," he replied. "I'm going to see what is really going on with your arm."

"I told you about ten times already, there isn't anything wrong."

"I'm going to see that for myself."

"There's nothing to find."

"I'll be the judge of that."

House walked by them. "Where are you going?"

"To the X-Ray room," Chase said.

"Use protection," House called.

Cameron sat dejectedly with her arm on the X-Ray table. "Chase, do you really think this is necessary?" She asked, standing up.

Placing his hands on her shoulders, Chase pushed her back down into the chair. "Obviously it is."

"I'm telling you I'm fine."

He knelt down in front of her so they were face-to-face. "If you're okay, then why won't you let me X-Ray your arm?"

"Uh…"

"That's what I thought. Now hold still."

"We're just wasting time and money."

"Quiet…" Chase said.

She sat still as he took the X-Ray.

"Alright," she said, standing up. "Now that we're done-"

"Not done," he replied, pushing her back down into the chair.

"Not done?" She repeated, disgruntled.

He sat down next to her. "Have you done something lately that could've injured your arm?"

"I did trip the other day. But it wasn't bad enough to hurt myself."

"Any old injuries that could've affected your arm?"

"I broke my arm ten years ago but that was so long ago."

Chase felt a pang of panic. But there must've been tons of people that broke their arm ten years ago. "I guess we'll have to let the X-Rays decide that."

"I guess so."

AN: Hm, now why would Chase go to all this trouble? You'll have to wait unitl you read it. Anyways, please R&R!