Yes, I know its kinda short. But two updates in one day, you have to give me some credit. Hahaha. I promise I'll update soon, this time with a longer chapter. Please r&r. The more encouragement, the faster the next chapter comes along, hint hint. Hope you enjoy!
Chase felt bad about pushing Cuddy away, after all she had done for him, but he didn't feel like he had a choice. Although it was irrational, he blamed her from everuthing that was going on. For calling him into work so early he didn't have time to check on Cameron, for taking her off of the morphine, and now for this. He looked over at the slight form next to him, and although she had stopped shaking, she had not yet recovered from the latest in a series of very unfortunate events. She was so pale, the color he had been expecting when he first saw her after the car accident. But then she has fine. Well, not necessarily fine, but happy and full of life. It seemed that this last event had just pushed her over the edge. She looked small and broken, a sight that broke his heart yet one he could not tare his gaze away from. He smiled as she stirred in her sleep, the edges of her mouth curling upwards slightly. He wondered what she was dreaming about but was soon pulled out of his reverie by the presence of someone else in the room.
"Hey," Foreman said softly, "She asleep?" Chase nodded slightly as he realized how good sleep really sounded. "Good", Foreman said, "so you can take a break."
"No, sorry, not leaving," Chase said stubbornly.
"House told be to tell you that I would stay with her while you're gone."
"Well will you?"
"Probably not," Foreman said with a small smile, but Chase didn't find it all that amusing, not even a small smile escaped his lips. In fact, Foreman didn't think he had seen Chase smile since he had found out about the accident. "Fine, I promise to stay with her," Foreman said rolling his eyes.
"No," Chase replied. Foreman was confused, why did he ask if he wasn't planning on leaving in the first place. He then decided that this is what happens to people when they're locked in a room for too long with nothing to eat and nothing to do, yet no time to sleep. Just waiting and waiting.
"Then do you at least want me to get you something to eat?" Foreman asked, trying to do something genuinely helpful. He figured that food would probably do Chase some good, and hopefully put him in a slightly better mood. He apparently, was wrong about this as well.
"No." That same short yet incredibly definite answer once again. As stupid as it may sound, Chase's brevity was beginning to frustrate Foreman. As was the tone in Chase's voice. His tone seemed even, but each word (however few there may be) was brimming with anger, or disappointment, frustration maybe, he couldn't quite tell.
"Okay then," Foreman said as he turned and headed for the door. Just as he reached the frame of the door he turned around once more before exiting. "Let me know if you need something." Chase didn't even look up.