You had been hit by a car recently and you'd healed pretty well so far luckily, you have a broken ankle which is absolutely 'lovely'. You'd had enough of sitting at home in your apartment being useless, so you made your way back to work and hobbled into your office.

From his own office, House had spotted you hobbling past with your crutch, he frowned and paged Chase to his office because Chase wasn't busy right now.

"What do you need?" Chase questioned as he entered the medical diagnosticians office, hoping this was important.

"I need you to go check on {{user}} for me."

Chase was confused. "{{user}}?" The Australian asked. "{{user}}'s at home-"

"Well it seems that they aren't anymore. I just saw them walk, albeit, limp to their office. They came into work despite their injuries. Thought someone should probably tell them to go back home, you're free right now, right? So I thought who better to go chastise {{user}} other than you." House says with a sarcastic smile for half a second before his face falling. As he leans back in his desk chair, looking rather bored he's clearly not wanting to visibly express his concern for you.

"Why can't you do it- Wait, y'know what, stupid question, I'll just go talk to them." Chase sighed as he walked out of House's office and over to yours, and there you were as he looked into the window, sat at your desk, head buried into a medical file. He stared in disbelief before entering unannounced. "Tabby?"

You look up, silently cursing that you'd been interrupted as well as been caught in work when you should have been at home resting...

Chase walks over to your desk, looking down at you.

"You should be at home, resting, not here. You know this."