Maybe they were right… Maybe he was losing it. Chase tiredly ran a hand through his blonde locks, the bottle of Prozac sitting on the island of their kitchen. He let out a frustrated growl before slamming his fist onto the tiled wall behind him. Taking the pills meant admitting that he was weak, meant admitting that he couldn't take control of his life.
He just couldn't accept it… He didn't want to. He slid down the wall, falling onto the cool floor as he buried his face in his hands. A cool hand was soon placed on his shoulder, causing him too look up. Kris took his hand into hers, their fingers intertwining as she sat down beside him.
"I'm sorry." She whispered as she rested her head on his broad shoulder.
Chase let out a small sigh before kissing the top of his head. "I'm sorry too… I put you in that position and it was unfair of me to have put all the blame on you and House… I know you just wanted to help but I don't know if I can accept it."
"Robert… Please. You have to let us help you." She let go of his hand, instead holding his face in her thin hands, their eyes connecting. "I love you and I wish I could take away all of your pain but there's only so much I can do. You have to help yourself too, love…"
Chase didn't bother to reply and instead captured her lips in his. Kris wrapped her arms around his neck, deepening the kiss as Chase got up. She wrapped her legs around his waist and he laid her on the island top, reaching for the bottle of pills without breaking their kiss. He trust them into her hand, causing them to break the kiss.
"Are you sure?"
Chase simply kissed the top of her head softly. Kris then uncapped the bottle and placed one pill in her mouth before resuming their kiss.
Dalylight crept through the slits of the pale grey blinds and into the vast bedroom just as deep blue eyes flickered open. The young Australian let out a small moan as he turned to his side to see half of Kris' face illuminated by the sunlight. Her long lashes rested delicately on her pronounced cheek bones, her kissable lips formed in a small frown. He also couldn't help but notice the dried path of tears that ran down her face.
Robert Chase let out a small sigh as he sat up and burried his face in his hands. He had been feeling better since Kris had gotten him to take the pills but apparantly she wasn't doing so well. He slowly reached out his hand to tuck a lock of her hair behind her ear, slightly hesitating, afraid that he would awake her. He let his hand linger a little longer on the side of her face before placing a chaste kiss on the top of her head.
"I love you, Kris..." He then got up, getting ready to go to work, not noticing that his fiance's eyes had fluttered open. Kris simply watched as he entered the bathroom before sitting up. Her whole body screamed in protest, not having had any sleep. She felt stupid for having let a tear slide down her face the night before, and now all she wanted was to fall asleep.
With that thought in mind, she pulled open the bedside drawer and reached for the bottle of Effexor. She slowly uncapped it before popping two pills into her mouth and lying back down, waiting for sleep to overcome her. But it didn't come and so she popped a couple more in until she felt the world slide away, darkness enveloping her.