Chase smirked and his eyes explored the scarf, and then he looked beyond it to the large glass windows. "It might looks suspicious," he reminded her and reached for her gloved hand. "I'm sorry this sucks so much for you."
Rogue let out a sigh as her shoulders slumped in defeat as she remembered the windows. "Bugger. Can't we close the blinds? I mean, I got ya fries too, so how are ya s'posed to be sneaky if they can see it all?" Rogue squeezed his hand and gave a shake of her head. "Don't be sorry. I'm the one that landed ya here. I shouldn't be complainin' now that you're awake."
"Guarantee, you close the blinds and House plus team will be here in seconds. Next thing they'll be thinking is that you're drugging me. But it's cool. I got Cameron to plant fake blood and urine samples with my name on them in the labs. They'll be discovering in about an hour that I'm pregnant and diabetic," Chase sniggered.
Rogue couldn't help but smile. She liked having her husband back, especially now that he was joking again. "I swear he was gonna rumble me in the hallway back there. I'm pregnant! I don't need a cripple tacklin' me 'cause he thinks... whatever the hell he thinks. I feel like settin' Logan on him."
Chase shook his head. "He won't touch you, he'll just try and interrogate you for the answers I'm not giving him. He'll try and catch us out. The best thing is to don't give him any answers. Act like you're deaf or something. He'll soon lose interest and come back to ask me why you're deaf."
Rogue leaned forward to kiss Chase's covered shoulder and sighed as she looked up at him. "You shouldn't have to put up with that wanker while you're in here. However, the deaf thing I can go along with. I don't wanna listen to his crap anyway. I just wanna be able to take ya home so we can crawl back into our bubble and take advantage of our kinks so we can at least kiss."
"I'm used to him. He knows I'm used to him. But I'm a good puzzle, plus I rarely had sick days when I worked for him and all of a sudden I'm in a coma. There should be a medical answer to that for him and it's driving him crazy that he can't find it. Plus, his new team are kind of thick at times. His leg isn't his only disability," Chase said with a small shrug. "I don't know when Riley will let me out. Probably sooner if I hadn't crashed that day."
"His fault for firin' all of ya." Rogue chewed on her lip, and watched him quietly. "They're gonna let ya go back to work, ain't they? I didn't ruin it... did I? If they can't find anythin' it just means it was a weird thing and they'll let ya go back to work?"
Chase threaded his fingers through hers. "They can't do anything unless they prove I'm ill. It's a little hard to when all my test results are coming back clear. The only thing is, being in a coma is a weird experience on a body. There could be lasting effects. Nightmares, panic attacks, forgetfulness, sensitivity to light, headaches, weakness in my arms and legs, slowed speech, eye problems... I couldn't list them all if I tried. We'll only know if I have any of that as time goes by. But I feel okay so far. Headaches are there, but I don't know if it's anything to worry about. I know Lachlan gets bad migraines these days when he never did before. None of it should stop me doing my job, though," he assured her.
Rogue gave a nod as she looked down at their hands. Hearing all the symptoms just made the guilt start to gnaw away at her again. She was going to wind up giving her husband any number of lasting side effects. How was he even still talking to her? "I'm sorry," she whispered, needing to apologise again. "I never meant to hurt you like this..."
"Marie," Chase said softly, shaking his head. "Don't, please. Please don't. It's harder for me to do any of this if you blame yourself. You make me feel like I'm doing something wrong being with you or that I'll never be strong enough to be with you."
Rogue let out a shuddering breath and felt the tears slip down her cheeks again. "I'd do this no matter who it was. I can't help it... You ain't doin' anythin' wrong. Ya never could. And you are strong. So strong... it's me. I ain't good enough for ya." She wiped at the tears and tried to give Chase a smile. "Guess I wasn't rid of all my demons..."
Chase frowned, watching her closely for a minute. "I'm going to tell you something, but you need to know it's just tough love, babe. Whenever you say you aren't good enough for me, for whatever reason, that really really hurts me."
"Because I'm scared I'm never going to be able to convince you otherwise. I'm scared it's going to cause hassles when we try to raise Mia together. I'm scared you're never going to see us as equal," Chase admitted softly.
"You said her name," Rogue replied quietly, a small smile on her lips. Then she shifted to sit forward in her chair, trying to get close to Chase but her pregnant belly was in the way. "Any other day, and I'm convinced. Any other day and I know you're my equal. You fit me so well, it ain't even funny. And I'm not talkin' about sex, but ya fit me there, too. You're my other half, Doc. It's just when I think about what I did to ya, and that you might wind up with lifelong headaches, or arm and leg problems, and whatever else ya said then I just... I can't help but wish I didn't have this stupid skin. That I could kiss ya right now without drawin' attention."
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