A.N. If you are affected by really sad stories, I recommend you have tissues on standby.
Chapter 4 – Discovery
Cameron froze as her eyes fell upon the scene in Chase's bedroom. Chase lay, sprawled out and face down, across his bed, drenched in blood. Pools of red stained the carpet near one of the bedside tables. Cameron shook her head and raced to Chase's side, tears sliding down her cheeks. She carefully rolled him over, Trying to locate where the blood had come from. Franticly she felt for a pulse at his neck, her tears mixing with his blood. Cameron felt her jaw drop when she located the cause of the amount of blood. Chase's wrists hung over the edge of the bed, dripping blood from the large, deep slashes that had severed the arteries. Cameron drew in a breath.
"House" she screamed, "Come here, quick. Help. Call an ambulance." Cameron faintly heard House grumbling as he limped up the passage, but she ignored it, her attention focused on Chase. She ripped a pillowcase off one of the pillows and pressed it against one bloody wrist, and then repeating the process with the other. By that time house had finally reached the doorway. He stood, shocked for a moment, taking in the scene. Chase, drenched in his own blood, unconscious in Cameron's lap, while she, also covered in his blood, tried to stem the blood flow from his wrists. Quietly he limped into the room.
"Is he dead?" he asked Cameron. She looked up at him, her face tear stained.
"No" she sobbed, "He still has a pulse, but it's weak. He needs a blood transfusion, badly"
"Damn," House whispered, trying not to let Cameron hear. He failed.
"What?" she asked, dreading the answer.
"Chase is AB- blood type; I don't know anyone else who has that blood group. It's one of the rarest." House grimly told Cameron. Cameron sobbed and held Chase close to her, maintaining the pressure on his wrists. House hurried to Chase's linen cupboard and grabbed extra towels and sheets. He carried them back to Cameron, before calling for an ambulance from his mobile. Cameron sat on Chase's bed, trying hard not to think of the last time she'd been here. They'd gone out to dinner and caught a movie, before returning to Chase's house and making out in the very bed that Chase lay on now, dying. She felt him stir gently against her and gazed down at his pale, cold face. She gently brushed one of the strands of his thick, golden hair out of his face and smiled down at him, while he weakly opened his eyes.
"Hey" she whispered, comforting him with the sound of her voice. Weakly, Chase coughed and looked up at her, trying to focus on her. 'Was he dead, was he seeing an angel, had his plan to end his own life before he ruined anyone else's worked?' Chase shook those thoughts out of his head, struggling to see through the thick fog that clouded his vision. Again he heard the voice of an angel, his angel through the fog. Surrendering all his strength he licked his lips and tried to speak.
"Cameron?" he croaked, darkness gathering at the corners of his vision.
"That's right, Chase, I'm here. So is House. We're going to help you." Cameron told him, her eyes misting over with tears.
Chase struggled to draw another breath, "No, its okay, Allie, I'm too far gone. You deserve better than me." He told Cameron; calling her the nickname he called her when they were alone.
"Oh, Robbie, you are the most deserving person. I love you, and no-one else. My love for you makes the universe look tiny" Cameron whispered, kissing him. He smiled, recognising the phrase she had used from one he had used on their first date. Chase groaned weakly as his wrists throbbed. House chose this moment to interrupt his two ducklings' conversation. Cameron looked up at him.
"The ambulance will be here soon" he told her. Cameron nodded, before looking back at Chase. His breathing had started to become laboured, and what little colour he had in his face had gone. Chase looked up at her with his blue eyes.
"Cameron..." he began, but she instantly soothed him.
"Shhhh, Robbie, It'll be okay. The ambulance is almost here. You can tell me after your all better" Cameron hushed him, wishing at the same time that she was telling him the truth. She checked her grip on his wrists, and noticed that his bleeding had started to slow. Allowing herself to smile, she looked back at Chase's face.
"Allie, this is important" Chase whispered, "I love you, I always have. Ever since I met you, but reading my fathers notes made me realise what a failure I am, and how you don't deserve me. . By the time my father had the same amount of experience I have, he had saved so many more lives than I have. Don't deny it, because it's true"
Cameron broke down. "No, Robbie, you are not a failure, your Dad was a career obsessed bastard who didn't have social life to think of. You, on the other hand, are sweet and caring and you make the best damn coffees, and your good looking and brilliant in bed. I can't think of anyone else I'd be with rather than you. I love you so much." She sobbed, not caring wether or not House heard. Behind her back, House smirked slightly. Confessions, finally. Wilson owed him thirty bucks. From where he lay, Chase blinked his eyes, trying to clear his vision.
"I love you, Allie, I always will. When I'm gone I want you to be happy, okay. I'll always love you, Allie Cameron. He whispered before closing his eyes. Cameron sobbed loudly as she felt Chase go limp in her arms. House quickly pushed her aside as he realised what had happened. After feeling for a pulse and not finding one, House began CPR on Chase, while Cameron cried beside him. In the distance, the wails of the ambulance grew louder and louder, until the ambulance screeched to a halt outside the apartment. Cameron raced to fetch them, while House continued to attempt to revive his youngest duckling, his Wombat.
A.N. Sob. Did you like it? Will he die, or won't he? Reviews appreciated.