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Normally, when he and Obi-Wan are finished for the night, Chase has a tendency to excuse himself before too much exploration can happen. Not that he's ashamed, because he's not. He's definitely in decent shape, but maybe because he's not ready for things to be serious on that level yet. Tonight is a reminder of why and as he rolls over, trying to catch an hour of sleep before he leaves, he can't find any kind of peace because his wound is aching and the scar is itching the way it tends to do right before it rains. Rather than leave, though, he sneaks into Obi-Wan's bathroom and shifts up his t-shirt to look at the wound.

He prods and pokes at it, grimacing when the ugly scar reminds him of how close he'd come to dying.

Now, it's just a reminder of how far he is from living. He still hasn't really gone back to work and still hasn't decided whether he's going to stay on his sabbatical and inevitably quit. House would say he can't just waste his time surfing, but the hospital doesn't feel the same since the stabbing.

Wincing, he glances over his shoulder and thinks it's probably time to head back to his own room. He creeps back into the bedroom once the light is off, trying hard not to disturb Obi-Wan, even though he knows that's a difficult thing to avoid.