{Supernatural/House} Ficlet 3 - Convincing Arguments
Ficlet Name: Convincing Arguments
Fandom: Supernatural / House Crossover
Author: Bon
Rating: 12
Part: 3
Words: 900
Summary: Part of the seven ficlets in seven days challenge. Doctor Chase is now out on his own in Houston General after his internship with House. A patient presents with a rather unusual set of symptoms and it’s up to Chase to make the diagnosis.
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Chase reviewed the notes on the nurses chart as he walked into his patient's room only to look up and find the bed empty. Turning on his heel, he half ran to the nurse's station. Had something happened? Had he been moved? Why hadn't he been informed?
"My patient, John Smith. Where is he?" Chase demanded.
"He's gone, doctor. Checked himself out AMA a couple of minutes ago. We tried to talk him out of ..."
Chase didn't hear the end of the sentence due to his high speed run down the hallways. It had only been a few minutes. He could probably beat him to the door, catch him. He narrowly avoided running down other doctors, throwing apologies behind him without slowing down.
He finally slowed when he came to the front doors, frantically looking around to catch sight of the patient he had barely left for the past two days. Finally, he sees the man's head as he successfully hailed down a cab. Chase ran again, calling out the man's assumed name.
"Mr. Smith! Mr. Smith!"
The man looked over his shoulder and Chase could see his shoulders drop.
"Mr. Smith, you're in no state to check out yet. We still haven't got the lab results back from your..." Chase paused, dropping his voice. "... animal injury."
"Look kid," John Winchester started. "I've been in rougher states than this and I know how to change dressings and take out stitches. I have the pills the nurse gave me. If I have any problems, I'll come back. Deal?"
Chase tried to keep his calm even though he was fuming. He could see why House avoided patients unless he could help it. Maybe he should start doing the same.
"No deal. You need to come back inside. You're still recovering from an 'unknown' infection that was untreatable by standard medical means. We don't know if it's gone for good." Chase stressed the problem, hoping that John would pick up on the hidden meaning but the man seemed to either not care or not understand.
"No offence kid, but I'm not going to let a doctor who looks younger than my son, the youngest one, tell me what to do." John moved to get into the cab that had been waiting impatiently behind him.
"Mr. Winchester." Chase dropped the pretense. "I really think you need to reconsider."
John stopped mid movement, puzzlement crossing his face but only for a moment.
"The name's Smith. Think you got me confused with someone else!"
Chase sighed. Why couldn't he be the hardass that House was? House would have decked the guy and dragged him inside. Well, he would probably have had him deck the guy and drag him inside, but that was beside the point. But maybe...
Chase reached forward and poked John in the region of the recently stitched wounds. John crumpled back onto the seat, holding his chest in agony and glaring daggers at the younger man.
"Do you really think that you can just get patched up and go straight back to work?" Chase persisted. "Damnit, John. You died this time. You can't move quickly. You can barely raise your arms. You really think you can go back to hunting? You need rest. You need to be monitored."
John said nothing. Chase could tell that he knew that the doctor knew his secrets but didn't confirm anything.
"Christ, at least tell me where you're planning on staying?" Desperation crept into Chase's voice.
John looked at Chase, weighing him up, before finally answering. "I have a room at a motel near the edge of the town."
Chase winced. The last thing that his patient needed was to be exposed to the various germs and infections that were common place in those flea pits. Chase pulled out a pad and pen from a pocket and jotted down an address. Leaning forward, he handed it to the cab driver.
"Take him there instead and give him a hand up the stairs. Lift's broken. It's apartment four, one floor up."
Chase dug in his pocket and handed over a fifty.
"Now wait just a second..." John started.
"Look, when you get there call Jim. Phone is on the table by the couch. Stay there until I get home. If you don't want to stay longer, I'll give you all the meds you need and change your dressings and you can be on your way. But please..." Chase pleaded.
John looked skeptical for a second before putting his hand out for the apartment key. Chase could almost hear House's sarcastic laugh as he dropped it in the other man's hand.
"I have a four hour shift in the clinic this afternoon but I should be home around seven." Chase told him. "If anything comes up, call the hospital and have them put you through to me."
John nodded.
Chase closed the door on the older man and stepped back as the cab took off. And then reality hit him. He'd just given a demon hunter the key to his apartment. He'd just become Cameron. That was it. He was turning into Cameron. He tried to push the thought to the back of his mind, but no matter how many times he tried to justify his decision, he kept returning to the fact that he didn't want the man to walk out of his life just yet.
Fandom: Supernatural / House Crossover
Author: Bon
Rating: 12
Part: 3
Words: 900
Summary: Part of the seven ficlets in seven days challenge. Doctor Chase is now out on his own in Houston General after his internship with House. A patient presents with a rather unusual set of symptoms and it’s up to Chase to make the diagnosis.
~#~#~
Chase reviewed the notes on the nurses chart as he walked into his patient's room only to look up and find the bed empty. Turning on his heel, he half ran to the nurse's station. Had something happened? Had he been moved? Why hadn't he been informed?
"My patient, John Smith. Where is he?" Chase demanded.
"He's gone, doctor. Checked himself out AMA a couple of minutes ago. We tried to talk him out of ..."
Chase didn't hear the end of the sentence due to his high speed run down the hallways. It had only been a few minutes. He could probably beat him to the door, catch him. He narrowly avoided running down other doctors, throwing apologies behind him without slowing down.
He finally slowed when he came to the front doors, frantically looking around to catch sight of the patient he had barely left for the past two days. Finally, he sees the man's head as he successfully hailed down a cab. Chase ran again, calling out the man's assumed name.
"Mr. Smith! Mr. Smith!"
The man looked over his shoulder and Chase could see his shoulders drop.
"Mr. Smith, you're in no state to check out yet. We still haven't got the lab results back from your..." Chase paused, dropping his voice. "... animal injury."
"Look kid," John Winchester started. "I've been in rougher states than this and I know how to change dressings and take out stitches. I have the pills the nurse gave me. If I have any problems, I'll come back. Deal?"
Chase tried to keep his calm even though he was fuming. He could see why House avoided patients unless he could help it. Maybe he should start doing the same.
"No deal. You need to come back inside. You're still recovering from an 'unknown' infection that was untreatable by standard medical means. We don't know if it's gone for good." Chase stressed the problem, hoping that John would pick up on the hidden meaning but the man seemed to either not care or not understand.
"No offence kid, but I'm not going to let a doctor who looks younger than my son, the youngest one, tell me what to do." John moved to get into the cab that had been waiting impatiently behind him.
"Mr. Winchester." Chase dropped the pretense. "I really think you need to reconsider."
John stopped mid movement, puzzlement crossing his face but only for a moment.
"The name's Smith. Think you got me confused with someone else!"
Chase sighed. Why couldn't he be the hardass that House was? House would have decked the guy and dragged him inside. Well, he would probably have had him deck the guy and drag him inside, but that was beside the point. But maybe...
Chase reached forward and poked John in the region of the recently stitched wounds. John crumpled back onto the seat, holding his chest in agony and glaring daggers at the younger man.
"Do you really think that you can just get patched up and go straight back to work?" Chase persisted. "Damnit, John. You died this time. You can't move quickly. You can barely raise your arms. You really think you can go back to hunting? You need rest. You need to be monitored."
John said nothing. Chase could tell that he knew that the doctor knew his secrets but didn't confirm anything.
"Christ, at least tell me where you're planning on staying?" Desperation crept into Chase's voice.
John looked at Chase, weighing him up, before finally answering. "I have a room at a motel near the edge of the town."
Chase winced. The last thing that his patient needed was to be exposed to the various germs and infections that were common place in those flea pits. Chase pulled out a pad and pen from a pocket and jotted down an address. Leaning forward, he handed it to the cab driver.
"Take him there instead and give him a hand up the stairs. Lift's broken. It's apartment four, one floor up."
Chase dug in his pocket and handed over a fifty.
"Now wait just a second..." John started.
"Look, when you get there call Jim. Phone is on the table by the couch. Stay there until I get home. If you don't want to stay longer, I'll give you all the meds you need and change your dressings and you can be on your way. But please..." Chase pleaded.
John looked skeptical for a second before putting his hand out for the apartment key. Chase could almost hear House's sarcastic laugh as he dropped it in the other man's hand.
"I have a four hour shift in the clinic this afternoon but I should be home around seven." Chase told him. "If anything comes up, call the hospital and have them put you through to me."
John nodded.
Chase closed the door on the older man and stepped back as the cab took off. And then reality hit him. He'd just given a demon hunter the key to his apartment. He'd just become Cameron. That was it. He was turning into Cameron. He tried to push the thought to the back of his mind, but no matter how many times he tried to justify his decision, he kept returning to the fact that he didn't want the man to walk out of his life just yet.