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mundane entanglements.
If there's one way in which Chase knows he differs from House, it's the enjoyment he gets from spending time in the clinic. No sound diagnostician would pick a day in exam rooms over an interesting case, but the mere preference doesn't preclude the calm Chase feels whenever he's down here, offering people with treatment that's tried and true, with next to no potential for grievous error. Darrow's been calm in the days since House's arrival, so he doesn't mind the escape that the case files offer him as he picks up the next in the stack, walking to the waiting room.
He could wait for a nursing assistant to send the patient to the room, but the hospital feels a tad understaffed today, and Chase doesn't mind the extra few minutes.
"Is there a Ms. Emma Swan here?" he asks, peering down at the file, then up again to the line of seated patients.
One face catches his eye. He feels his face drain slightly of color.
But she wouldn't be there in a waiting room. She wouldn't give up the opportunity to work. She wouldn't... Chase doesn't have the right to speak for her, but he just knows that she wouldn't.
He could wait for a nursing assistant to send the patient to the room, but the hospital feels a tad understaffed today, and Chase doesn't mind the extra few minutes.
"Is there a Ms. Emma Swan here?" he asks, peering down at the file, then up again to the line of seated patients.
One face catches his eye. He feels his face drain slightly of color.
But she wouldn't be there in a waiting room. She wouldn't give up the opportunity to work. She wouldn't... Chase doesn't have the right to speak for her, but he just knows that she wouldn't.