A month had passed since the death of Kris' mother and the funeral had come and gone. A smile had permanently glued itself upon Kris' face but all who knew her personally knew that it was simply a cover up for what she truly felt. There were times when Chase caught her staring blankly, pain evident in her eyes.

It was the middle of the night and Chase had been lightly slumbering when the sound of running water and the clatter of a dropped object woke him up. He opened his eyes wearily and turned to his side to find Kris gone. With a small groan, he sat up and headed towards the bathroom. What was she doing in there? He knocked lightly on the door and called her name softly. The Aussie received no reply and so he gently opened the unlocked door. The sight before him completely shocked him.

Kris sat huddled on the corner of the shower, her ribs and spinal cord transparent through her wet tank top. The shower head was open, soaking her to the bone as the water mingled with the blood on her arm. A sharp kitchen knife lay beside her, covered in blood.

Chase finally managed to get a grip on himself and immediately closed the shower before rushing to Kris' side. Deep cuts covered her wrist, blood continuously pouring from it. He wrapped his arms around her unconscious form and carried her, feeling her tremble underneath the thin fabric.

"Oh God… why'd you do this?" He whispered as he laid her on their bed and wrapped a towel around her wrist, applying pressure to decrease the loss of blood. He reached for his phone with one hand and immediately dialed Cuddy's number.

"Chase, what is it? It's the-"

He cut her off. "I need a private ambulance, Lisa. Kris cut herself and she's losing a lot of blood."

"I'm on it." With that said Cuddy hung up and Chase did the same.

"Stay with me, love. Please…" Tears filled Chase's eyes as Kris remained unresponsive.

"She lost a lot of blood, Chase… we almost lost her." Cuddy sat beside a desolate Chase, placing a somewhat comforting hand on his arm.

"Can I see her?" Chase whispered, not looking up to meet Cuddy's sympathetic eyes.

"Go ahead." Cuddy could only watch as Chase slowly got up and entered Kris' private hospital room.

"Why would you do this to yourself, love? Why can't you just talk to me." He knew she couldn't hear him for she was fast asleep, but he couldn't help but say those words. Chase tiredly plopped onto the chair by her bed and took her hand, caressing the back of her hand with his thumb. "I don't think you realize how much you mean to your family and your friends… how much you mean to me. You have to get better, Kris… Please… I need you…"

So, the hot fiancé had tried to kill herself. House leaned back into the comforts of his office chair before taking a sip from his cup of coffee. He couldn't help but be worried about his little wombat. He of course knew of Chase's past; how he had been taking anti depressants since he was 13 and how he had stopped taking them when he met Kris. Perhaps Kris had been his cure. He had to admit that Chase had been happier since he met Kris, but now that she was a mess, would Chase crumble as well?

With a sigh, Gregory House, got to his feet and headed towards the intensive unit, knowing that he would find his little duckling there. True enough, he found Chase sitting outside Kris' room with his face buried in his hands. "You okay?" House took a seat beside his intensivist, leaning his chin on the top of his hands and cane.

"What do you care?" Chase mumbled, not meeting House's penetrating eyes.

"I care because you stopped taking your pills when you got jiggy with your fiancé and without her I don't think you can quite manage."

"She's not gone. She's going to be fine."

"Oh that's right. Pardon me; I forgot that she tried to kill herself." Chase didn't reply. "Admit it Chase, you've been falling back into your depression since Kris' mom died. You have to start taking your pills again or else you'll do what she just did."

"Don't judge me like that, House!" Chase finally met House's gaze, pain and anger swimming in blue orbs. "I don't need your advice and I certainly don't need those pills." Chase knowing that it was the best way to get away from House, got to his feet and briskly walked away,

He was right of course and House could only watch as Chase walked away. This wasn't good… this wasn't good at all. A sigh escaped his chapped lips and he soon found himself forming a plan to manipulate his little wombat into taking his happy pills.

A small groan escaped Kris' lips as her eyes fluttered open. She had no idea where she was but the familiar beeping of the heart monitor brought her to the conclusion that she was at the hospital thanks to Chase. She closed her eyes once more as the familiar wave of sorrow washed over her. However… no tears found their way down her pale face. She hadn't even cried at the funeral… Crying was for the weak… and she refused to be such…