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muserevival - 080.2 || Quote prompt
"If you aren't in the moment, you are either looking forward to uncertainty, or back to pain and regret." - Jim Carrey
( contains spoilers for How To Get Away With Murder )
Chase stood by his bedroom window just on sunrise, looking out into the bleak morning as the rain poured outside. The weather was fitting for the night he had and there was no doubt a tension headache was making itself known like a tight band clamped around his forehead. But he made a promise that he was going to keep it, and as he put his cell phone to his ear, listening to the rings, he glanced over at his bed where Connor was sprawled on his stomach beneath the mess of sheets and quilt with his dark hair hanging in his eyes.
The line connected and he glanced away, back to the miserable view outside. "Yeah, it's Dr. Chase. Can you please leave a message with Dr. Foreman? I won't be making it to work today. Terrible food poisoning, been up all night vomiting." The lie rolled off his tongue so easily, and he looked to Connor again, making sure his hushed conversation with the night clerk at the hospital wasn't waking him up. The only way Chase managed to even get him to sleep was slipping a crush Ambien into a shot of Scotch he had given him. He had been too agitated to relax, and who could blame him? You don't burn a body and walk away to bake cookies for your boyfriend the next day. "Will do, and thanks," he ended the call after the clerk told him to feel better and get plenty of rest.
He placed his cell phone back on the table beside the bed, carefully and quietly. Then he actually paused for a moment to check Connor was breathing and had a pulse. It would be just Chase's luck if the guy ended up having some sort of drug allergy, but he was out like a light with his arm twisted under him that only came from crashing out in a heavy sleep with no thought into a sleeping position. Pushing Connor's hair back out of his eyes, Chase studied him for a moment and then sighed with a shake of his head. Fuck, did he know what it was like to be young, stupid, and get into messes that you didn't think you had a way out of. His own resume for stupidy was long and extensive, so he had no room to judge. It just seemed like a waste to knock such cocky ambition off the pedestal this soon. The cockiness would have gotten Connor far in the legal world, but now? Well, who even knew if he could sleep at night without being riddled with nightmares of burning bodies.
He tucked the covers up around Connor to keep him warm when he had been shivering most of the night, a bi-product from shock. If he woke up pissed at Chase for roofying him, then so be it. Chase had worked for House for eight years, he knew how to deal with an angry, pissed off son-of-a-bitch like no one else. What he hadn't expected was for a bit of random casual sex (which he had been trying to quit) could end up stirring up so much of his bad past. When he hooked up with Connor, he could never have envisaged that it would have climaxed with the guy creeping up on him from the shadows in the car park all, 'I just burned a dead dude I watched being murdered'.
Not that Connor had gotten straight to the point. Chase thought he had been high or in DTs with the way he was acting, but shock was a bitch. It could turn the strongest, cockiest ego into a blithering mess. He knew that, he had been there. He had taken someone's life in cold blood, and despite the extenuating circumstances of the situation, it still haunted him every single day. It was never very far from his thoughts, and that was why he was helping Connor now. He knew what it was like to be haunted by demons you couldn't turn the clock back on and avert from sticking with you for the rest of your life.
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Chase stood by his bedroom window just on sunrise, looking out into the bleak morning as the rain poured outside. The weather was fitting for the night he had and there was no doubt a tension headache was making itself known like a tight band clamped around his forehead. But he made a promise that he was going to keep it, and as he put his cell phone to his ear, listening to the rings, he glanced over at his bed where Connor was sprawled on his stomach beneath the mess of sheets and quilt with his dark hair hanging in his eyes.
The line connected and he glanced away, back to the miserable view outside. "Yeah, it's Dr. Chase. Can you please leave a message with Dr. Foreman? I won't be making it to work today. Terrible food poisoning, been up all night vomiting." The lie rolled off his tongue so easily, and he looked to Connor again, making sure his hushed conversation with the night clerk at the hospital wasn't waking him up. The only way Chase managed to even get him to sleep was slipping a crush Ambien into a shot of Scotch he had given him. He had been too agitated to relax, and who could blame him? You don't burn a body and walk away to bake cookies for your boyfriend the next day. "Will do, and thanks," he ended the call after the clerk told him to feel better and get plenty of rest.
He placed his cell phone back on the table beside the bed, carefully and quietly. Then he actually paused for a moment to check Connor was breathing and had a pulse. It would be just Chase's luck if the guy ended up having some sort of drug allergy, but he was out like a light with his arm twisted under him that only came from crashing out in a heavy sleep with no thought into a sleeping position. Pushing Connor's hair back out of his eyes, Chase studied him for a moment and then sighed with a shake of his head. Fuck, did he know what it was like to be young, stupid, and get into messes that you didn't think you had a way out of. His own resume for stupidy was long and extensive, so he had no room to judge. It just seemed like a waste to knock such cocky ambition off the pedestal this soon. The cockiness would have gotten Connor far in the legal world, but now? Well, who even knew if he could sleep at night without being riddled with nightmares of burning bodies.
He tucked the covers up around Connor to keep him warm when he had been shivering most of the night, a bi-product from shock. If he woke up pissed at Chase for roofying him, then so be it. Chase had worked for House for eight years, he knew how to deal with an angry, pissed off son-of-a-bitch like no one else. What he hadn't expected was for a bit of random casual sex (which he had been trying to quit) could end up stirring up so much of his bad past. When he hooked up with Connor, he could never have envisaged that it would have climaxed with the guy creeping up on him from the shadows in the car park all, 'I just burned a dead dude I watched being murdered'.
Not that Connor had gotten straight to the point. Chase thought he had been high or in DTs with the way he was acting, but shock was a bitch. It could turn the strongest, cockiest ego into a blithering mess. He knew that, he had been there. He had taken someone's life in cold blood, and despite the extenuating circumstances of the situation, it still haunted him every single day. It was never very far from his thoughts, and that was why he was helping Connor now. He knew what it was like to be haunted by demons you couldn't turn the clock back on and avert from sticking with you for the rest of your life.
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