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Dr. Rob Chase ([personal profile] dr_robchase) wrote2006-05-26 08:47 pm
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[Chase/Foreman AU]

Chase knew that Foreman needed help with the Vicodin and that it would probably be time for another go -- seeing as he was getting accustomed to Vicodin cycles, what with House around -- and headed for the back room, checking to see if Foreman was still dozing.

He lingered in the doorway, just watching him. He seemed just so peaceful and he wondered how much had happened between them, how much Foreman knew about Chase that he didn't even know about himself.

Eventually, he cleared his throat quietly. "Foreman?"

[identity profile] the-neurologist.livejournal.com 2006-05-27 03:50 am (UTC)(link)
Foreman rolled over and mumbled a little.

"Is it time for meds again? Anti-parasitics twice a..."

[identity profile] the-neurologist.livejournal.com 2006-05-27 04:00 am (UTC)(link)
Foreman hated admitting weakness, but he nodded.

"Yeah. I'll spill them everywhere if you don't."

[identity profile] the-neurologist.livejournal.com 2006-05-27 04:08 am (UTC)(link)
Foreman took the pills from his hand, carefully picking them up and touching his skin for a while. He wanted to make sure he had a good grip on them. At least he was controlling the proper hand.

"I feel like shit, Chase. Thanks for helping."

[identity profile] the-neurologist.livejournal.com 2006-05-27 04:17 am (UTC)(link)
"We had a case, a cop. Started out as euphoric, just plain out of it. House gives us the history, what little of it there was, and sent me to the house."

Foreman dry popped the pills again, wondering if he'd ever get a glass a water around this place.

[identity profile] the-neurologist.livejournal.com 2006-05-27 04:21 am (UTC)(link)
"It was...atrocious. Mold everywhere. Didn't even know where to begin swabbing, so I swabbed everywhere. Went back to House and then I started acting strange. Presenting like our patient."

Foreman paused.

"I laughed hysterically when a bullet lodged in his body got ripped out by the MRI. And you know that's not me."

[identity profile] the-neurologist.livejournal.com 2006-05-27 04:32 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah. I started going blind, excruciating pain...I was dying. Turned out it was a parasite in the water. You were there, during the biopsy. I trusted you to do the mental status exam during."

Foreman gave him a weak smile.

[identity profile] the-neurologist.livejournal.com 2006-05-27 04:40 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah," he said weakly.

"I hate being sick. Doctors make horrible patients."

[identity profile] the-neurologist.livejournal.com 2006-05-27 04:45 am (UTC)(link)
"I'm currently making a terrible patient."

Foreman looked in his eyes.

"I'm glad you found me and not House."

[identity profile] the-neurologist.livejournal.com 2006-05-27 04:51 am (UTC)(link)
"He's good, but I don't know. We're friends, Chase."

Foreman didn't expect someone from eight months earlier to understand.

[identity profile] the-neurologist.livejournal.com 2006-05-27 04:58 am (UTC)(link)
"What's happened since you've been here? With House and everyone?"

Foreman tilted his head a little in indication that Chase should pull up a chair or something.

[identity profile] the-neurologist.livejournal.com 2006-05-27 05:01 am (UTC)(link)
Foreman shrugged.

"If I fall asleep, don't get offended. Just start wherever."

[identity profile] the-neurologist.livejournal.com 2006-05-27 05:04 am (UTC)(link)
"Hmm. Start with you. What's been going on with you?"

Foreman propped up on his elbow and watched, waiting on Chase to begin.

[identity profile] the-neurologist.livejournal.com 2006-05-27 05:09 am (UTC)(link)
"Sleeping around?"

Foreman wasn't judging, just trying to get Chase to cut to the point and stop trying to skirt around it for his benefit.