Chase had been given a room in the ER to be in. As House approached he saw Dr. Kraygar standing in the doorway trying to reason with Chase. House tapped him on the shoulder to get his attention.

Dr. Krayger looked back. "Can I help you?"

"I think I can help you. Let me in."

Krayger, willing to try anything to help his patient let House in.

"Get out of here House."

"Nope." House put the bag on the chair and continued towards Chase who was sitting on the bed.

"I don't want antibiotics. I've had enough of them. I was on them for too long. I need to just fight this on my own and build up my own immune system. More shots are just going to make it harder for me to fight infections later on."

House had to admit it was a good argument. And sounded completely logical, but House didn't feel like dealing with logic at the moment. "Okay." House started to say in a calm voice. "If that's what you want." Before anyone could say or do anything, House injected a needle into Chase's left arm.

"Why you-" Chase never got a chance to finish his thought. House had chosen a strong and fast acting sedative.

He turned back to Dr. Krayger. "Have him moved to a room in my department. I want him restrained and started on antibiotics."

House refused to let anyone else into the room. He had decided that Chase needed to face what ever the hell was bothering him. House knew that Chase wouldn't talk to anyone if left to his own devices.

But House felt that he could get Chase to talk. He had something that most didn't. He understood the affect of a life altering injury. But there was another reason for House to be in the room with Chase. He was the one who ordered the amputation. He was the one responsible for it. This was the least he could do.

He didn't have to wait long as Chase started to stir not long after he was settled into a room. As soon as Chase opened his eyes and saw House the curses started to fly. House didn't let him get too far as he banged his cane on the metal bars on the side of the bed. The sound alone shocked Chase into silence.

"Just shut up for a second. Cause if you don't I have a roll of duct tape and I'm not afraid to use it." At that Chase stopped his cursing and struggling. "Good. Now listen."

"I don't have to listen to you."

"There is no one else who is willing to talk to you so yes you do. And if you don't you'll be spending time in those restraints. Then again, you might enjoy it, bring back memories of your S&M days." House grinned.

"Fine. I'm listening. What do you want?"

House tried not to laugh at the sulk that was on Chase's face at the moment. "I want to know what's gotten into you?"

"Well there are these little things called micro organisms. They enter your blood stream and they get you sick." Chase started to say slowly, as if talking to an idiot.

"That's not what I meant. Why the attitude?"

"Why not the attitude? And who said anything about an attitude. Just because I need time to get my head around all of this. It seems for three weeks you all dictated my life for me. Now that I want to have some control over it, you all get upset. It's my life, you've destroyed it enough for me."

"No one destroyed your life, Chase. If anyone is doing so, than it's you. You're the one whose pushing people away."

"You should know."

"You're right I do know. I do know what happens when you keep pushing people away, they stay away. You don't want that Robert. You have a woman who loves you."

"Who's going to want to love a cripple? I can't walk properly. I get tired too easily. How am I to earn a living? How am I going to run codes if I can't run? If I can't balance myself properly how can I perform procedures on patients? Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Smith. I thought I was able to balance during the LP but I couldn't. Sorry that you're paralyzed."

"You're a bastard, you know that?" House spit out. "You're brain hasn't been damaged, then again, the way you've been acting the past few weeks maybe it has been. You can still do you're job. How much has my leg stopped me?"

"And why did you approve the amputation? You wouldn't take it, why wasn't I given the option? You had a choice."

"There was no choice. Don't you understand, you went into cardiac arrest twice? You were on the waiting list for a new heart, because we weren't sure yours was going to be strong enough. The chance of you dying was too high. I thought to save your life. Sorry if I thought it was worth saving."

"Well it's not."

"If that's what you think I'm sorry but you are wrong. Once you stop wallowing in self pity, and realize what you have you will see that I'm right." With that House stood up and walked out the room.

"Get me out of these." Chase continued to scream at House's retreating back.

Once outside, the sound of Chase's voice continued to echo through the door. It was loud enough to draw a bit of a crowd. "No one is to go in there. If I find out someone did they will be fired, got that." House announced before heading back to his office.

"House, you can't leave him like that." Wilson had heard the commotion and had come out to see what was going on.

"And why not? He's useless, said so himself. So I'm just proving him wrong." House continued to walk.

"Prove him wrong? How? By keeping him tied up?"

"Well he thinks he can't do anything. He can do even less being tied up. See it can always be worse. And if you go in there, you're life will be hell." House said as they stopped outside his office. "Now go play with your bald kids, I got things to do." And he went into his office.

Wilson stood outside watching his friend sit down in his chair put on his iPod and start listening to music. He didn't know what he should do. Part of him agreed with the tough love that House was showing Chase. The other part thought that it was too extreme. That what Chase needed at the moment was to be surrounded by people who cared about him.

Maybe Cameron or Foreman knew what was going on. One last look into House's office and Wilson left to try and figure out what was going on with the diagnostic department now.