May. 10th, 2008 10:22 pm
Title: Grey
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lovely_ambitionTitle: Grey
Pairing: None.
Rating: PG.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: Chase can't sleep after what they've done.
Notes: Written for 'shade'.
Chase can’t sleep.
He hasn’t been able to for two days now, forty-eight whole hours and he swears it’s the sleep deprivation that’s suggesting he go and take this up in the chapel. And yet, when he comes into work, House takes one long look at him and yanks him into his office by the cane, like this is some production and Chase needs to be tugged off-stage because he’s done wrong.
“You feel guilty.”
“We just killed someone without a signed DNR, of course I feel guilty,” Chase says in return and he’s too tired to even inject anything too biting or cruel into his words.
“The patient didn’t want to live.”
“Which, you heard,” Chase accuses. “Secondhand account while the patient was depressed.”
“He was not depressed. He knew what he was talking about,” House argues back, his own words heated enough to cover Chase’s lack of care about the entire issue. He hasn’t slept in forty-eight hours and he doesn’t know how deep a shade of grey this whole issue is. “Don’t turn this into some kind of religious ethical dilemma.”
“There was no signed DNR,” Chase insists one more time. “And I’m going home. I’ve barely slept, I’m no good to you here.”
“Don’t come back until you’re over this,” House warns.
It makes Chase hesitate in the doorway, but he keeps walking and starts working on repressing just one more day of work from his mind.
end
Pairing: None.
Rating: PG.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: Chase can't sleep after what they've done.
Notes: Written for 'shade'.
Chase can’t sleep.
He hasn’t been able to for two days now, forty-eight whole hours and he swears it’s the sleep deprivation that’s suggesting he go and take this up in the chapel. And yet, when he comes into work, House takes one long look at him and yanks him into his office by the cane, like this is some production and Chase needs to be tugged off-stage because he’s done wrong.
“You feel guilty.”
“We just killed someone without a signed DNR, of course I feel guilty,” Chase says in return and he’s too tired to even inject anything too biting or cruel into his words.
“The patient didn’t want to live.”
“Which, you heard,” Chase accuses. “Secondhand account while the patient was depressed.”
“He was not depressed. He knew what he was talking about,” House argues back, his own words heated enough to cover Chase’s lack of care about the entire issue. He hasn’t slept in forty-eight hours and he doesn’t know how deep a shade of grey this whole issue is. “Don’t turn this into some kind of religious ethical dilemma.”
“There was no signed DNR,” Chase insists one more time. “And I’m going home. I’ve barely slept, I’m no good to you here.”
“Don’t come back until you’re over this,” House warns.
It makes Chase hesitate in the doorway, but he keeps walking and starts working on repressing just one more day of work from his mind.
end
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