We Gotta Stop Pretending five
"Not this again." Cuddy groaned as she walked into the hospital room. This time, however, the roles were reversed. Chase sat by House, eyes bloodshot from crying and lack of sleep.
"How is he?" Cuddy inched closer, watching House.
"I'm fine." House opened one eye to look at her. "Now go."
"What the fuck were you thinking?" Chase nearly shouted as Cuddy exited.
"You did it." House shrugged. Chase glared at him.
"It was stupid and childish." He hissed. "You could of died." He whispered, eyes becoming wet again.
"Now you know how I felt." House matched Chase's soft tone.
"Was I that stupid?" House nodded, and Chase sobbed.
"Come now, don't cry." House opened his arms and Chase crawled into his embrace.
"I'm so sorry." Chase kept crying, burying his face in House's chest. House's hug became tighter, hoping he wouldn't feel Chase shaking.
"I'll do it." Chase whispered.
"What will you do?"
"I'll go to rehab." Both smiled as they leaned in for a kiss.
"Oh, sorry." They turned their attention to Cameron, who was red faced and trying to hide her smile. "Just coming in to tell House you're okay."
"I'll drive you there first thing in the morning." Chase smiled, but felt his stomach tie itself into a knot.
The rehab building was quite large, Chase observed as they pulled up on that gray afternoon. House shut the car off and they both looked at the building.
"Y'know, it's quite a building." House observed, cocking his head to the side.
"I don't know if I can do this." Chase felt his heart climb to his throat. House grabbed his hand.
"Yes, you can. You aren't dying before me." Chase smiled weakly, then averted his eyes to the rehab center. With one last quivering sigh, he stepped out of the car. He looked back once before he trudged up the many stairs. House wanted to jump out of the car to bring him home and take care of him, but he knew he couldn't. Chase needed real help. It's for the best, House concluded before driving off. He visited the next Saturday, giving Chase time to adjust.
"Excuse me? You're looking for who?" The receptionist gave House a confused look.
"Robert Chase." he sighed. She flipped through the pages, shaking her head.
"He checked himself out days ago."
"He did WHAT?" House stared at her, and she only shrugged. His hand gripped the cane tighter and clenched his teeth. That bastard, he growled in his mind. He raced to the only place Chase could sneak to.
"How is he?" Cuddy inched closer, watching House.
"I'm fine." House opened one eye to look at her. "Now go."
"What the fuck were you thinking?" Chase nearly shouted as Cuddy exited.
"You did it." House shrugged. Chase glared at him.
"It was stupid and childish." He hissed. "You could of died." He whispered, eyes becoming wet again.
"Now you know how I felt." House matched Chase's soft tone.
"Was I that stupid?" House nodded, and Chase sobbed.
"Come now, don't cry." House opened his arms and Chase crawled into his embrace.
"I'm so sorry." Chase kept crying, burying his face in House's chest. House's hug became tighter, hoping he wouldn't feel Chase shaking.
"I'll do it." Chase whispered.
"What will you do?"
"I'll go to rehab." Both smiled as they leaned in for a kiss.
"Oh, sorry." They turned their attention to Cameron, who was red faced and trying to hide her smile. "Just coming in to tell House you're okay."
"I'll drive you there first thing in the morning." Chase smiled, but felt his stomach tie itself into a knot.
The rehab building was quite large, Chase observed as they pulled up on that gray afternoon. House shut the car off and they both looked at the building.
"Y'know, it's quite a building." House observed, cocking his head to the side.
"I don't know if I can do this." Chase felt his heart climb to his throat. House grabbed his hand.
"Yes, you can. You aren't dying before me." Chase smiled weakly, then averted his eyes to the rehab center. With one last quivering sigh, he stepped out of the car. He looked back once before he trudged up the many stairs. House wanted to jump out of the car to bring him home and take care of him, but he knew he couldn't. Chase needed real help. It's for the best, House concluded before driving off. He visited the next Saturday, giving Chase time to adjust.
"Excuse me? You're looking for who?" The receptionist gave House a confused look.
"Robert Chase." he sighed. She flipped through the pages, shaking her head.
"He checked himself out days ago."
"He did WHAT?" House stared at her, and she only shrugged. His hand gripped the cane tighter and clenched his teeth. That bastard, he growled in his mind. He raced to the only place Chase could sneak to.