Respiratory distress always resulted in a flurry of activity by the attending physicians.

The throat was too tight, intubating wasn't an option anymore. She handed Chase a scalpel, and got to work on a tracheotomy. Park shoved the family out of the room, to the siren like beeping of the life support machines, reminding them of the lack of oxygen in the patients major organs.

"Got it." Chase said, and a nurse handed him the correct sized tube to stick into the now open trachea. A few seconds later, the oxygen stats were stable again.

Chase motioned for Park to follow as he left the patient. Taub and Adams were waiting for them in the conference room. Park wrote down the new symptom on the whiteboard while Chase paced about. Half an hour later, they had nothing to go on, and Chase had finally sat down.

"Aspergillosis?" Adams offered.

"Actually," Taub agreed. "That makes sense."

"Blood clot, jaundice and liver failure, the initial hallucination, the difficulty breathing...it fits." Park said.

"And there was mold under the sinks in the environmental check." Chase added. It made sense. "Start him on liposomal amphotericin B."

Adams and Taub headed off to administer the medication, but Park hung back.

She grabbed the marker and bent down to write on the white board. In bold, excited letters, she wrote:

Aspergillosis!

She circled it and put the cap back on the marker with a satisfying click.

Chase looked over at what she had done and raised an eyebrow.

"I wanted it to look complete." She explained.

Chase smiled to himself before grabbing the files and heading for his office.

"Are we still on for tonight?" She asked before he left.

"Of course."

m m m

Taub was up to his elbows in someone else's blood.

He figured it was about time he got someone to call his boss.

"Call Dr. Chase, please!" He yelled at a nurse over the sound of the heart monitor's screeching. "Tell him we have a new patient!"

The patient had come into the ER with a concussion, and had ended up with blood spewing from several orifices simultaneously, which was a universally bad sign.

Some swearing, drugs, blood transfusions, and a sheet changing later, Chase finally showed up, Park hurrying in behind him. Both were in street clothes.

"What happened?" Chase asked.

Taub showed him his now stained white coat and scrubs, hoping it was self explanatory. "It's gonna be really fun walking by the clinic in this."

Chase nodded absently, and found the necessary forms to make himself the new attending physician.

"Sorry," He told Park quietly.

"What? It's fine. We'll have other nights to go out, I'm sure."

"I hope so." He turned to Taub. "Adams around?"

"Don't think so, saw her leave a few hours ago." He raised a curious eyebrow.

"Did I just here you say you guys were out together?"

"Um..." Park looked at Taub's shoes, as though they may alleviate the awkwardness that had fallen on the trio.

"It's was, uh..." Chase tried to finish her thought, and failed.

"Right," Taub smirked. "Nevermind. I'll call Adams, meet you in the conference room."

Chase nodded, and once Taub had gone, turned to Park.

"I think we need a plan."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, we can't keep this secret forever."

"Oh, right." Park bit her lip. "You're my boss. It'll look bad."

"It will. But Taub clearly knows, and who knows how long he'll keep his mouth shut."

"My bet is not long. And if he tells Adams, then we don't have a chance."

They headed down the corridor toward the elevators, and pressed the upward facing arrow. The doors opened after a few moments of them both locked in their own worried thoughts. When the doors opened, they found themselves alone, by some miracle.

"You know what?" Chase said, after a moment. "Who cares? I'm not going to break up with you because people know we're dating, no matter what they say behind our backs. Does it matter what they think?"

"I suppose not." Park replied, thinking that it sounded like something she would have said to herself in junior high. "So we go public?"

"Stay professional, but yes. No more sneaking around. Sound good?"

"No complaints here."

"Alright then." The elevator pinged, and the doors slid open.

Chase intertwined his fingers with hers, and lead her toward the conference room.

Author's Note: That's the end. This story is dedicated to everyone reviewed, favorited, or alerted, especially Harleyzgirl. Thanks!