Fic: Significance
Title: Significance
Rating: PG
Pairing: Chase/Cameron
Summary: With Cameron coming into the ICU with a head injury, waking up with amneisa, and not knowing who Chase is at all, Chase finds potential for a new beginning.
Notes: Written for house_las, the prompt was remember: the crappiest prompt on the face of the earth IMO. Also, this is my first Chase-centered story.
Disclaimer: Don't own...
Chase was working an ICU rotation when two of the trauma nurses wheeled in an unconscious woman. As soon as he recognized the still form as Cameron, he intercepted the trio.
“What happened?” he asked.
“Head injury. We won’t know the extent of it until she wakes up, but it doesn’t look too good,” one of them replied, letting the other take care of Cameron’s setup.
“What do you mean? How did this happen?”
“We didn’t admit her, we’re just transporting her. Talk to House; he knows,” she answered. Chase glanced toward Cameron’s form once more before turning and leaving the ICU.
“House.” Chase entered the dimly lit office, seeing his boss sitting at his own desk. House raised his head at the intrusion, and sighed after seeing Chase standing there.
“What happened to Cameron?” Chase asked, crossing his arms.
“Freak accident, or so I’d call it. She tripped over her feet or something and the treadmill was running too fast for her to catch herself. She ended up falling back on her head, causing a real mess for the fitness center. They’re definitely going to get some papers served to them,” House explained, a tone of cold humor evident in his voice. Seeing Chase’s reaction to this, or lack thereof, he sighed and rolled his eyes. “This is going to be as bad as when you two were ‘getting friendly,’ isn’t it?” Chase sat down, staring at something over House’s shoulder with unfocused eyes, seeming not to have heard him.
“Go finish your rotation. We have no patients for the moment.” Chase stood, nodded a thanks to House, and left.
* * *
Chase’s shift had ended at least an hour ago, but he was still in his scrubs, sitting at Cameron’s bedside. He was tired, and he was about to leave, but he heard a groan coming from the bed. Looking to Cameron, he saw her shift a little and heard her groan again. Her eyes cracked open, and he reached for his penlight, ready to examine her.
Everything seemed okay: her pupils were dilating properly, she followed movements, and she seemed physically fine.
“Do you know where you are?” he asked her. She looked around at her surroundings, and finally glanced back at Chase.
“A hospital.”
Chase fought the urge to roll his eyes, knowing that she may not be messing with him. “Do you know which hospital?”
Cameron looked around again, trying to find something. “I… don’t know,” she replied after about two minutes.
Chase inwardly panicked, but he went on. “Do you know who you are?” he asked her kindly.
She closed her eyes for a moment, and Chase was about to jostle her shoulder to wake her when she opened them again.
“I… don’t remember.”
Chase paged Foreman and House.
* * *
“She’s got retrograde amnesia, and a low-grade concussion, definitely from the fall. For now I have no idea how long it will last,” Foreman explained. “Someone should probably stay with her.”
“Great,” House piped up from his place on the bench outside of Cameron’s room, looking to Chase. “Now I know this is going to be like when they were screwing each other.”
Chase sighed, and Foreman rolled his eyes before speaking again.
“I told her the basic information: name, who we are, what happened, et cetera. She should have someone familiar close by, that’s all I’m saying.”
“Fine, but if we get a patient, you’re back with us,” House told Chase.
“Fine,” Chase replied. Nodding to Foreman, he entered the private room Cameron had been transferred to when she woke up.
“Cam-Allison?” he tested, judging that Cameron would feel more comfortable with first names for now. She looked up at him.
“Doctor Chase, right?” she asked.
“We’re friends; just call me Robert,” he corrected.
“Okay, Ch-Robert,” she said.
Chase sat down beside her bed. Despite having dealt with several amnesiac patients, he hadn’t exactly had experience with a personal case. How do you treat a friend-as much as Chase wanted to be more than that-who didn’t remember who you were?
Chase figured that he just needed to treat her normally. Treat her as if nothing had happened. Explain along the way if he needed to, but nothing should really be different.
That’s when Chase got the idea. Today was Tuesday, after all.
“Allison. I’m here, if you need me,” Chase said.
“Thanks, Robert,” she replied. She may not have remembered the significance of those words, but the fact that she acknowledged them was enough for now.
Rating: PG
Pairing: Chase/Cameron
Summary: With Cameron coming into the ICU with a head injury, waking up with amneisa, and not knowing who Chase is at all, Chase finds potential for a new beginning.
Notes: Written for house_las, the prompt was remember: the crappiest prompt on the face of the earth IMO. Also, this is my first Chase-centered story.
Disclaimer: Don't own...
Chase was working an ICU rotation when two of the trauma nurses wheeled in an unconscious woman. As soon as he recognized the still form as Cameron, he intercepted the trio.
“What happened?” he asked.
“Head injury. We won’t know the extent of it until she wakes up, but it doesn’t look too good,” one of them replied, letting the other take care of Cameron’s setup.
“What do you mean? How did this happen?”
“We didn’t admit her, we’re just transporting her. Talk to House; he knows,” she answered. Chase glanced toward Cameron’s form once more before turning and leaving the ICU.
“House.” Chase entered the dimly lit office, seeing his boss sitting at his own desk. House raised his head at the intrusion, and sighed after seeing Chase standing there.
“What happened to Cameron?” Chase asked, crossing his arms.
“Freak accident, or so I’d call it. She tripped over her feet or something and the treadmill was running too fast for her to catch herself. She ended up falling back on her head, causing a real mess for the fitness center. They’re definitely going to get some papers served to them,” House explained, a tone of cold humor evident in his voice. Seeing Chase’s reaction to this, or lack thereof, he sighed and rolled his eyes. “This is going to be as bad as when you two were ‘getting friendly,’ isn’t it?” Chase sat down, staring at something over House’s shoulder with unfocused eyes, seeming not to have heard him.
“Go finish your rotation. We have no patients for the moment.” Chase stood, nodded a thanks to House, and left.
* * *
Chase’s shift had ended at least an hour ago, but he was still in his scrubs, sitting at Cameron’s bedside. He was tired, and he was about to leave, but he heard a groan coming from the bed. Looking to Cameron, he saw her shift a little and heard her groan again. Her eyes cracked open, and he reached for his penlight, ready to examine her.
Everything seemed okay: her pupils were dilating properly, she followed movements, and she seemed physically fine.
“Do you know where you are?” he asked her. She looked around at her surroundings, and finally glanced back at Chase.
“A hospital.”
Chase fought the urge to roll his eyes, knowing that she may not be messing with him. “Do you know which hospital?”
Cameron looked around again, trying to find something. “I… don’t know,” she replied after about two minutes.
Chase inwardly panicked, but he went on. “Do you know who you are?” he asked her kindly.
She closed her eyes for a moment, and Chase was about to jostle her shoulder to wake her when she opened them again.
“I… don’t remember.”
Chase paged Foreman and House.
* * *
“She’s got retrograde amnesia, and a low-grade concussion, definitely from the fall. For now I have no idea how long it will last,” Foreman explained. “Someone should probably stay with her.”
“Great,” House piped up from his place on the bench outside of Cameron’s room, looking to Chase. “Now I know this is going to be like when they were screwing each other.”
Chase sighed, and Foreman rolled his eyes before speaking again.
“I told her the basic information: name, who we are, what happened, et cetera. She should have someone familiar close by, that’s all I’m saying.”
“Fine, but if we get a patient, you’re back with us,” House told Chase.
“Fine,” Chase replied. Nodding to Foreman, he entered the private room Cameron had been transferred to when she woke up.
“Cam-Allison?” he tested, judging that Cameron would feel more comfortable with first names for now. She looked up at him.
“Doctor Chase, right?” she asked.
“We’re friends; just call me Robert,” he corrected.
“Okay, Ch-Robert,” she said.
Chase sat down beside her bed. Despite having dealt with several amnesiac patients, he hadn’t exactly had experience with a personal case. How do you treat a friend-as much as Chase wanted to be more than that-who didn’t remember who you were?
Chase figured that he just needed to treat her normally. Treat her as if nothing had happened. Explain along the way if he needed to, but nothing should really be different.
That’s when Chase got the idea. Today was Tuesday, after all.
“Allison. I’m here, if you need me,” Chase said.
“Thanks, Robert,” she replied. She may not have remembered the significance of those words, but the fact that she acknowledged them was enough for now.