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Chapter 11

The doors of the elevator finally opened after what appeared to be hours. Cameron saw Wilson walking by, carelessly, and she called out to him.

'Wilson! Quick! Help!'

She still had her arms around Chase's chest as she gripped him tightly. She could barely hold up his weight but she wasn't going to let him drop to the floor. She needed to keep him up to his feet although she didn't really know why. Chase slowly turned blue as he still wasn't getting enough oxygen and Cameron started to panic. Lack of oxygen could cause heart-failure and even brain damage. She would hate that to happen.

Wilson turned around and needed a second to grasp what was going on. But his thoughts quickly recovered and he immediately ran over to them. Taking over the most weight from Cameron's arms, he helped her bring Chase to a bed in an empty room.

The first thing Cameron did was put an oxygen mask on Chase's face to help him breathe and it did help almost instantly. His healthy pink colour returned and his breathing calmed down. Wilson, in the mean time, had connected Chase to a machine that would keep an eye out for his vitals and heart-rate and everything seemed to be fine. Chase was back to normal and it was only a matter of minutes before he would wake up. That thought made Cameron smile. She cursed him for scaring her like that and she wouldn't listen to him anymore. From now on, she was going to tie him to this bed until they knew for sure that he was fine!

'He's fine now.' Wilson said as he covered Chase with a warm blanket. 'Did it start when you were in the elevator?'

'Yes,' Cameron said, 'he got anxious and couldn't breathe anymore.'

'That's what I thought.' Wilson said as he crossed his arms in front of his chest.

Cameron looked at him and immediately realised what this meant. Chase wasn't sick, he didn't suffer from a stupid STD or something. It was way simpler than that and she wondered why she hadn't thought of it!

'I'd keep him away from small rooms.' Wilson said.

'He's suffering from claustrophobia.' Cameron said as she was now cursing herself. She couldn't think clear when it came to friends. She always assumed for the worst while it was, most of the time, simply a harmless thing. Claustrophobia…What was she thinking? Putting him in an elevator…that was like dancing with danger.

Cameron walked to the side of Chase's bed and let herself fall into a chair. Wilson followed her example but chose for the chair next to the door.

'Do you think he was kept in a small room?' Cameron asked in a weak voice.

Wilson shifted his gaze from Cameron to Chase and he sighed.

'I think so,' he nearly whispered, 'and I think he got hurt beyond what we can comprehend. He tries to act like he's fine, he doesn't want us to worry, but I think he needs us more that he wants to admit.'

'We'll be there for him.' Cameron simply stated.

'If that's enough.'

Cameron watched Wilson with big eyes. She didn't want to think about the fact that Chase might not be fine. She just wanted her friend back and she wanted to leave this whole situation behind. And now she felt horrible for thinking that. It wasn't Chase's fault…

'He must have been terrified.' Cameron said as she thought about everything. She couldn't imagine how she would feel.

'All he needs is time,' Wilson said as he stood up from his chair, 'his wounds are too fresh now, but one day he'll be able to deal with this.'

'He could get closure if they ever caught that man.'

'Haven't you heard?' Wilson asked, 'they know who he is, they just need to find him. It's all over the news?'

'How?' Cameron asked, exited as this was the first good news she heard in hours.

'Chase,' Wilson smiled, 'he was able to give a detailed description of the man and they soon found out he already had a criminal record. His name is Julian Parker. It's just a matter of time before they catch him.'

There was a moment of silence between them as they both thought about everything that was said.

'You let me know when anything changes?' Wilson asked as he watched Chase.

'Of course.' Cameron said and then she was alone again.

Chase was sleeping calm and judging by the movement of the eyes, he was dreaming. A nearly invisible smile was playing around Chase's mouth and Cameron could only assume that he was dreaming a nice dream. She decided that it was safe enough to take of the mask.

Chase's eyes opened a little and Cameron smiled at him.

'Sorry, 'she apologised, 'I didn't mean to wake you.'

'That's fine,' Chase said in a soft voice, opening his eyes completely now.

'What were you dreaming about?' she asked.

'Aaron.'

Cameron looked at him, confused and wanting to know more about this man.

'And he is…'

'Lauren's son.' Chase simply explained.

'Oh, I bet he's cute.' Cameron smiled.

'He is.' Chase said as he sat up in his bed. He smiled too.

'Chase,' Cameron began, she knew someone had to tell him, 'they know who attacked you.'

Chase's eyes widened and his body tensed a little.

'His name is Julian Parker and it's only a matter of hours before they arrest him.'

Chase didn't say a word for a long minute and Cameron was starting to wonder if she did the right thing. Maybe Chase hadn't been ready to hear this.

'That's good,' Chase said than and he let his gaze drop to his hands, 'than everything will be over; for me, for Lauren, for the others.'

'Yeah,' Cameron smiled.

Chase looked at her and smiled back.

'That's great news!' he said with a loud and happy voice. His stomach rumbled and they both laughed at the funny noise.

'Could you get me something to eat?' he asked, 'I'm starving as you can hear.'

'Sure,' Cameron said cheery, happy that Chase got his appetite back, 'is a sandwich okay?'

'Absolutely!'

Cameron smiled, turned around and left the room.

There was a silence again that Chase didn't like, but he was able to block the uncomfortable thoughts out of his mind. He was safe, he knew that, Parker would be arrested any minute now and he would be able to leave this all behind, but his body didn't seem to understand those words anymore. Safe didn't seem to have a meaning in his mind anymore. He couldn't stop the shivering alongside his back when he was alone. He couldn't stop hating the silence.

But he was able to control it more. Taking in deep breaths, he forced himself to stay calm and it worked. He let himself fall a little deeper in his bed again and his head rested upon his pillow, eyes closed. He heard his door close.

'That was fast.' He said as he lifted his head again and opened his eyes.

His breath stopped. His hands trembled and his voice disappeared into his body. Only one thought crossed his mind.

Not again.

Parker locked the door and closed the curtains as Chase watched him, his eyes wide with shock, his body frozen. Chase wanted to scream, he wanted to yell but every noise and every word was locked up in his chest, just like he was locked up in this room with Parker.

Parker's hand lifted and Chase held his breath as he saw a gun appear, pointing towards him.

'You ruined everything!' Parker hissed.

It was all so familiar and yet so different. This was happening in a place he ought to be safe in. So maybe he would never be safe again. Maybe his body was right and his mind was wrong. Safe didn't exist anymore.