A/N: I know that the last chapter left a sour taste in some of your mouths. So here I hope this chapter helps remedy that a bit. Thanks a bunch to Jules-foil who helped me a lot with the issue of 'Chase in restraints'
"Why is Dr. Chase in four point restraints?"
"Technically, its three point." House answered Cuddy as she stormed into his office.
"That's besides the point why is he in them?" Cuddy refused to be sidetracked.
"Who snitched? Was it Jimmy? I'll have to give him a wedgie later." House turned his chair around to look out the window.
Suddenly Cuddy was once again in his line of site. "Either give me a good reason for Dr. Chase to be physically restrained or you're going to be brought up on abuse charges." She threatened.
"He's refusing treatment. Hence, a threat to himself. We restrain patients to keep them from harming themselves all the time. The psych ward is full of them."
"Those are for violent patients. Dr. Chase isn't violent. He is just refusing medical treatment. We have patients like that here too."
"Not for long." House mumbled.
"So you've restrained him so you're little puppy doesn't run away. How cute. Sorry, not this time."
"If he's not restrained then he's not going to get better."
"Not your problem."
"Yes it is." House yelled at her.
Both stared at each other in silence for a moment before House broke it. "I did this to him." House said is a soft voice. "He's being stubborn, and killing himself in the process. Stacy wouldn't let me do it, I'm not going to allow him to."
"Then find another way. He's yelling up a storm and disturbing the other patients." Cuddy answered before turning away and leaving the office.
House sat for a few moments, taking in the silence of his office. He hated being that weak in front of someone. But if there had to be a moment of weakness, a moment of confession, Cuddy wasn't the worst person for it to be in front of.
Turning his chair back around he picked up the phone by his computer. With his head being propped up with his hand he called the nurse's station and ordered for Chase to be chemically restrained, and the physical ones to be removed. Chase was to remain in such a state until House told them to stop the medication.
Once the phone was back in its cradle, House grabbed his jacket and cane. He needed to get out of this place. He knew it was early, and he was scheduled for the clinic, but maybe Cuddy would excuse him this time. And a walk around the park might help clear his head a little.