"I know you're not high. I saw your pupils in the parking lot. You don't do a job I do and just switch it off when someone's clearly affected by something. That something isn't always drugs. There are very long lists of things that can mimic drug use, abuse, and withdrawal. Right up on the top of the list? Shock and anxiety," Chase told him. It was late, so there weren't many cars on the road. It was one of those dreary nights where it looked like it wasn't far off raining, and a rumble of thunder in the distance proved his suspicions correct. He wanted to get Connor back to his place before it started to bucket down. "Fucking cold weather. The one thing I hate the most about America. Yes, I have thrown up that much and it was anxiety and stress that caused it. I don't care if you need to throw up, I'm a doctor, I can handle puke."
The laughing was hysteria, there was no doubt about it. In fact, he wasn't all that convinced that Connor would be able to stop once he started. The guy was distressed and something was seriously haunting him here. As soon as the laughing started, Chase knew how much of a raw nerve he had hit. He pulled up in front of his apartment block and shut the engine off. "They can't subpoena anything I haven't put in writing. If you don't exist on paper as my patient, they can't prove that you are. Do you want the legal loophole to work in your favour or theirs? I've lied under oath before, and I'm not afraid to do it again. The big man upstairs doesn't mean as much to me as he used to. Again, they need to prove my dick has been near your arse. I won't tell if you don't. You throw me fact, and I'll counter it all with grey area. My whole job weighs on grey area. That's good to hear, because I have." He got out of the car, locking his side and went around to open the door for Connor and gestured to the stairs up into his ground-floor place. "Get your arse inside so I can help you out. I promise I won't murder you. Grey area, remember? Anything you confide in me, I'll confide in something with you in return. Deal?"
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The laughing was hysteria, there was no doubt about it. In fact, he wasn't all that convinced that Connor would be able to stop once he started. The guy was distressed and something was seriously haunting him here. As soon as the laughing started, Chase knew how much of a raw nerve he had hit. He pulled up in front of his apartment block and shut the engine off. "They can't subpoena anything I haven't put in writing. If you don't exist on paper as my patient, they can't prove that you are. Do you want the legal loophole to work in your favour or theirs? I've lied under oath before, and I'm not afraid to do it again. The big man upstairs doesn't mean as much to me as he used to. Again, they need to prove my dick has been near your arse. I won't tell if you don't. You throw me fact, and I'll counter it all with grey area. My whole job weighs on grey area. That's good to hear, because I have." He got out of the car, locking his side and went around to open the door for Connor and gestured to the stairs up into his ground-floor place. "Get your arse inside so I can help you out. I promise I won't murder you. Grey area, remember? Anything you confide in me, I'll confide in something with you in return. Deal?"