He promised himself this would be the last time.

But of course, he promised that to himself last night. And the night before. Chase sighed, disgusted about the person he became. There was some guy in his bed, whose name he had forgotten in the first 5 minutes of bringing him home. His arm had a sudden pain and he looked over at it. The fresh needle marks and razor blade cuts tarnished it. He couldn't look at himself anymore. He glanced over at the clock, that kindly reminded him that yet again, he was late to work. Fuck. He knew calling Cuddy would be a safer bet.

"Hello?"

"Hi, Cuddy. It's Chase. I...I can't make it in today."

"Chase," she sighed, shaking her head, "This is the third day in a row you've missed work. Mind telling me what's going on?"

"I'd love to, but...something came up." he hung up. It was unusual for Chase to slack so much. Cuddy's concern grew as she walked to House's office. He gave her a second's worth of acknowledgment, and looked back at this laptop.

"Do you know what is wrong with Chase?"

"Don't know, don't care." he didn't bother looking at her.

"I'm worried about him. What if something is seriously the matter with him?" House rolled his eyes.

"I don't see why this concerns me."

"House, he's your colleague. One of your, best might I add. His problems are your problems." She crossed her arms and he finally looked at her.

"FIne. Tonight I will go and find out."

"Really?" She shifted her weight to the other foot, looking hopefully.

"Yeah. Just as soon as I finish finding this cure for cancer and start my acceptance letter for my Nobel Peace Prize." He was satisfied when Cuddy walked out, exasperated. Little did she know, Chase was on his mind. Just like always. He could never let anyone know that he had feelings for someone. Nobody, except Wilson, which was exactly who he was gonna turn to.

"House, I'm busy. Can't this wait?"

"Chase is in trouble." Wilson looked at House, puzzled.

"Since when do you care?" House's deadpan stare and that horrible, drunken night came back. He thought House was kidding when he slurred his unconditional love for Chase.

"Ok, never mind, stupid question. I don't know what you want me to do."

"Cuddy is concerned. And I don't want to make him think I care."

"Well, take him out to dinner. Make him think Cuddy paid you." Wilson shrugged. House snorted.

"Since when do I ever do anything she tells me?" he was beginning to think that was a bad idea, asking Wilson.

"Frankly, I don't know what you want me to tell you. Don't do anything, I don't care." Wilson threw his arms up.

"Well, ok, if it'll stop you're whining and self pity crap, I'll do it." House shook her head dramatically and walked away. Of course he was gonna do this. He didn't need Wilson's help, but he figured, why the hell not? Wilson has been complaining for days that no one does anything for him, so House was doing him a favor.