Hi! My second House fic, however the other one was soo bad we won't mention it again.
Warnings: lol, HouseChase. not graphic.
Disclaimer: I do not own anyone from House, MD.
Enjoy! Sorry it's short!
Memory
Chapter One: Chase's Little Problem
Dr. House's pager went off. As he limped off, he noticed that instead of three doctors following him, there were only two. The pretty Cameron and the grouchy Foreman.
'Where's Chase?' House snapped. The blond Australian was never late.
'I don't know, House,' Cameron replied, eyes troubled. 'He called me an hour ago to tell me he was just leaving his house. He should be here by now.'
The nurses came hurrying towards them, wheeling a bed. 'Male, 27, Australian. You might know…'
Even House's jaw dropped. Lying on the bed, face drawn with pain but eyes closed, blond hair rumpled and shirt creased, was young Chase. There was blood on his shirt.
'What happened?' House's voice broke the silence, unusually quiet and serious.
'Witnesses say he was walking from his car, when he collapsed. Two men appeared out of nowhere and attacked him. Stabbed him four times, once in the chest and thrice in his stomach. The witnesses brought him here. The men escaped. The wounds have been treated – lucky its not serious – but Cuddy wants you to find out why he collapsed.'
In House's familiar writing the words "Robert Chase" appeared across the top of his whiteboard. Then he paused and looked at the other two.
'Well,' he barked, 'hurry up. I don't have all day.'
'We only have one symptom,' Cameron replied.
'Fainting,' Foreman added.
'Right. Cameron I want full bloods done, including a tox screen. Foreman I want an MRI.'
'Where are you going?' Foreman asked as House grabbed his cane.
'To check for head trauma. Before he fell.'
Why does your hair have to be so thick, House inwardly grumbled. His fingers found the lump from the fall, but there didn't seem to be anything else. House lightly rested his hand on the younger man's chest. Suddenly the heartbeat beneath it lurched, and Chase's breathing sped up. He began hyperventilating. House was about to move away so he could do something when the hyperventilation stopped and Chase's hand gripped his wrist, almost painfully tight.
'House,' the word came as a moan, 'Want House…'
'I am House. Chase, let go.'
'House…need House…'
'I am House, Chase. Let go!'
The blue eyes flickered open for a second, then his hand relaxed and he fell unconscious again.
One word was scribbled on the board. Psychosis.
Okay, sorry it was so short!
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