for Chase
Freddie had helped Maureen to the clinic, but outside the door she'd stopped him from coming in with her, telling him she'd be okay. She really didn't want another witness to this; it was bad enough that she was playing roulette with whatever doctor might be on duty. And she honestly wasn't sure if it would be better or worse if it was someone she knew. Though part of her kind of wished it was House because she didn't want to be coddled.
It was Chase. She closed the door behind her and cleared her throat.
"Hi," she said, having no intention of meeting his eyes even when he looked up. She know she looked like hell. Cut on her lip, blossoming black eye. Bruises on her chest probably, though she hadn't looked; she was just hoping that it was only bruises on her ribs as well and nothing worse. And she was still limping a little though she was hoping her ankle wasn't sprained.
It was Chase. She closed the door behind her and cleared her throat.
"Hi," she said, having no intention of meeting his eyes even when he looked up. She know she looked like hell. Cut on her lip, blossoming black eye. Bruises on her chest probably, though she hadn't looked; she was just hoping that it was only bruises on her ribs as well and nothing worse. And she was still limping a little though she was hoping her ankle wasn't sprained.