The rain was pouring outside the apartment complex where Dr.
Robert Chase lay, sound asleep. The dark curtains were drawn tightly shut,
blocking out most of the lightning, but doing nothing to deafen the din of the
thunderstorm.
His eyes
were open before he even realized he was conscious. It was not, however, the
thunder that jolted the young doctor out of his sleep. It had been something
about his dream. It had been about the case... the crazy woman. But the dream had
already faded from his mind, leaving nothing but an unpleasant feeling in
Chase's gut. He rolled over to his other side, tried to go back to sleep.
Uneasily, he dozed off and slept fitfully until his alarm clock went off, three
hours later.
*
Dr. House
was very busy with patients this morning. Well, as busy as it's possible to be
when you hate people that much. But, as always, he managed to find a four
minute time slot in which to consult his three young doctors.
"Chase!"
Chase
stopped where he was, turned around to see House making his way down the hall.
"Are you
doing anything?"
"I was going
to check on Mrs. Palmeiro."
"Wrong answer.
You've got a meeting. My office, five minutes." With that, he vanished around a
corner. Chase stood for a moment, absorbing what had just happened, then made
his way to House's office. Cameron and Foreman were already there. He nodded at
Foreman, returned Cameron's hello. Things were still a little awkward with her,
after her what-happened-to-this-patient-physically-during-sex-that-also-happens-to-everyone
speech the other day... She turned he attention back to her paperwork as she
commented, "You look tired."
Trying to determine
whether or not she was as uncomfortable as he was, Chase told them, "I didn't
sleep well. Is this fresh?" He didn't really wait for the answer; a mug was
already in his hand.
"Five minutes ago
fresh," answered Foreman. "Why didn't you sleep well? Have a fight with a
girlfriend?" Foreman knew perfectly well that Chase was single. Chase laughed,
shook his head. "You've been working for House too long." As if summoned by his
name, House appeared in the door. Skipping the traditional "Hello, how are
you," he got right to the point.
"Vitamin K."
Cameron
looked at him blankly. "What about the Anbecillin?"
"According
to our detectives," he nodded toward Foreman and Chase, "she never
touched it. What she did touch...." He tossed a microwave burger on the
table. "Not an ounce of vitamin K. So... who wins here?" House looked around the
room with fake glee. Chase in particular glared at him. "Wow. Dr. House does it
again. At least the treatment is simple. Vitamin pills, or if it's easier,
vegetables like broccoli. Thank God we're not dealing with some five year old
kid here." He walked out. End of meeting, a minute earlier than planned. Chase
stuck his head out the door.
"Shouldn't
we still do the ultrasound?"
House turned
around, called back, "It won't tell you anything, since we already know what
the problem is, but if you get such a thrill out of using the equipment,
go right ahead." He pointed his cane in Chase's direction. "Wow, this is going
to be really fun, isn't it? Like watching a black-and-white TV show of
someone's insides..." Chase didn't bother to listen to the rest. He threw himself
back down into an empty chair. Wondered where he had put his coffee.
It doesn't have to be
vitamin K. All of Lucy's symptoms fit with alcohol, didn't they? Staring out
the window, his mind drifted to a time several years before...
He slid the key into the lock, twisted it around to
let himself in. The door didn't budge. Damn. He tried again, turning the key in
the opposite direction. Shaking the rain-soaked hair out of his eyes,
Chase threw the door open to reveal his parents' living room. "Hello?" No
answer. Quietly closing the door behind himself, Chase threw his keys onto the
table and headed for his mother's bedroom. He had almost forgotten how huge and
luxurious the house was; two years of seminary school, now three of med
school... he hadn't been home more than once in that time. Not that he had
wanted to be, with a wealthy bastard like that for a father.
The door to the master
bedroom was open. Victoria Chase lay on the bed, unconscious and, he discovered
as he tried to gently wake her, unresponsive. The room smelled vaguely of gin.
His father came out of the master bathroom, stopped dead in his tracks.
"What are
you doing here?" Yeah, don't bother saying hello to your own son, Michael. You
never did care for him much, did you? Rob's thoughts raced on.
"It's finals. Thought
I'd pay you a visit." He glanced over at his mom. "What's wrong with her?" He
already knew the answer. He'd known it since he was ten years old. What excuse
would it be this time?
"Rob, listen
to me. She's got a bad bout of the flu, you shouldn't be in here... you'll catch
it-"
"The flu.
That's the best you can come up with?"
"What do you
mean `the best I can come up with'? I can come up with the truth."
Cold as ice,
Chase replied, "I think you said the same thing to Eliza, just before she left.
Ran off with her boyfriend to
"She ran away again
last week, some policeman brought her back here. That was a few days ago. I
guess she broke into the gin while I was at work."
"Bullsh-!"
"Chase!" Foreman
was standing in front of him, waving a hand in front of Chase's eyes.
"What...?"
"Man, you
were somewhere else. Come on; let's get that ultrasound out of the way, before
House changes his mind." Chase slowly got up, left the office with Foreman. "I
still don't buy the vitamin K deficiency."
"House was
right. That usually makes you happy; less work for us."
"The kid
feeds his mum a steady diet of booze, and the problem is too many
burgers?"
"The kid's
in a tough situation, you do what you gotta do to survive."
"Feeding
alcohol to an alcoholic is not a survival technique."
Arguing with
Foreman. This was something new.
"You seen
someone stagger down that road?" Chase felt a strange pang of emotion as he
answered, rather more coldly than he normally might have, "There's no way
vitamin K's the whole story." He hurried to Lucy Palmeiro's room, noticing that
Foreman had decided not to follow. He slid the door open a crack. "Mrs.
Palmeiro?"
Lucy turned
her head slowly toward him. "What?" Chase took this to mean he could enter the
room.
"We need to
do an ultrasound on your liver. It might help to explain the bleeding." He
gently lifted her arm to access the IV tube. She jerked her arm out of his
hand.
"No! No,
you're going to give me medicine, aren't you? Going to hurt me! No. No, no medicine!"
She continued to fight him off, but he had already gotten the Haldol into her
system. Through mutters about her soul, Lucy relaxed, closed her eyes, and was
sound asleep within a minute. Chase proceeded with the ultrasound. This case
was really hitting a nerve somewhere in him. It was barely three years ago...
Somewhere between the liver and the pancreas, his mind drifted back to his
mother's bedroom.
The
bloodstained towel was still in his father's hand. Chase repeated himself,
voice shaking, "Where did that come from?" His dad's eyes looked around the
room, at the window, anywhere but at his own son. Chase continued, "Did she-"
his voice broke slightly. No answer. Chase couldn't help but think: his father
was probably more upset about the cost of replacing the towel than his wife.
Materialistic asshole, couldn't think of anything but his money. Before
Chase could take his hatred much further, the doorbell rang. He stepped out of
the way as his father hurried to answer the door.
Two paramedics rushed
into the room, rolled Victoria Chase onto her back, and began checking her
pulse, breathing, responsiveness. All were dangerously low, as opposed to her
extreme blood-alcohol level. In a whirl of panic, Chase watched as his mother
was placed on a stretcher, loaded into an ambulance, and rushed to the
hospital. His father rode in the ambulance with her. Just as the door was
shutting, Chase called out "'Least you had enough sense to call the paramedics.
You could have tied calling your own daughter." The door shut, and the
ambulance sped off, leaving Chase alone in the hauntingly empty house. He
didn't know it at the time, but that would be the last time he saw his mother
until her funeral. After taking a moment to steady himself, Chase got back in
his car and followed his father to the hospital.
Dr.
Cameron appeared at his side. He started, blinked a few times, and tried to
reorient himself with where in Lucy's abdomen he was looking. It took him a
moment to concentrate on the screen. Feeling foolish for being so slow, he
finally found the liver, saw the cirrhosis. It was barely there, but it was
enough to convince Chase for a fleeting moment that he was right. It looked so
similar to his mother's...
"Wait..." Cameron
squinted at the screen. Chase saw what she was looking at. It caught him
slightly by surprise.
"Tumor...
cystic?"
"Solid mass...
cancer." They looked at each other for a moment. Chase couldn't take it any
longer. He excused himself from the room. At least he had been right to do the
ultrasound. House was in his office.
"So! How'd the
ultrasound go? Was it as fun as you had hoped?" Chase looked him in the eye.
House knew. Why was he acting like this? He knew what this case was doing to
Chase, emotionally. But he kept it up anyway. Chase just gave him six choice
words.
"She has a tumor. You
lose." And he was gone, headed for his car to go home to an empty apartment.
Just him and his memories...
An hour. Two hours. Two and a half hours in the waiting room, sitting as far
away from his father as possible. The young med student glared at his dad when
he wasn't looking, wondering why he hadn't kept his mother in rehab. She has
always been an alcoholic, ever since Chase could remember. His father was
supposed to be helping her kick the booze, not letting her have more. He'd
heard the excuse, in the few moments he had been forced into his father's
presence. "You don't know how hard it's been for her. I couldn't do anything to
stop her running away..." All sorts of things. The same sort of lies he told his
children before. Well, that went well, didn't it, Dad? Chase thought. Now
Eliza's at rest in a
It occurred to Rob
what was going on. As a result of all the alcohol,
A
grey-haired doctor, leaning heavily on a cane, limped into the waiting room.
"Mr. Chase?" Both Robert Chase and his father stood, went over to the doctor.
He silently gestured to two chairs. "You are the husband and son of Victoria
Chase?" They nodded. The doctor proceeded to tell them that she had lost an
incredible amount of blood. Too much. And that the alcohol was still coursing
through her body. The liver was damaged, badly damaged... maybe beyond repair. He
didn't seem very friendly. Chase nodded, muttering "Cirrhosis..." The doctor
looked at him in surprise. "Are you a doctor, Rob?"
"Med school."
The doctor nodded. He
opened his mouth to say something, but the pager beeped at his side. He
unclipped it, read it. All Chase had to do was look at the doctor's face. He
knew what the doctor was going to tell him, long before anything was
said.
And to think this was
the same man who would give him his job, just over two years later.
*
Several days later, Chase was telling Lucas Palmeiro about Lucy's chemotherapy
treatment. Luke was desperately scribbling in his notebook.
"Luke... stop
writing." Chase felt awful, telling Luke not to let everything fall apart. He
had been exactly the same, monitoring his mother's every move. But then his
father came home to take care of her. The one kind thing he ever did.
"This is how
you'd handle something like this? You'd just give up?"
"No. I'd-
I'd do it just like you." And then the Social Service Representatives came.