FIC: "Ugly", Robert Chase
Jan. 20th, 2006 02:51 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rwryterTitle: Ugly
Fandom: House
Character: Chase
Prompt: 017. Brown
Word Count: 180
Rating: Everyone
Author's Notes: Beta-read by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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Blood, Chase thought distantly as he changed out of a pair of stained scrubs, isn’t really red—not when I notice it, at any rate.
The blood was red when Chase was doing a tracheotomy or staunching the flow, racing to save a life. He didn’t notice it then except as a nuisance, something to be wiped away or stopped so he could do his job. When he noticed the blood, it was tacky and rust-brown, on his scrubs or lab coat or clothes more often than not.
The worst, he reflected, is when it gets on the soles of my shoes. It’s like having staining chewing gum stuck to them.
He hefted the lot into a biohazard bin, thankful that this time he wouldn’t have to replace his clothes. They were just scrubs, cheap hospital garments this time, bought in bulk. The dark stains contrasted dramatically with the cheap cream cotton, and Chase glanced away, focusing instead on the blue-grey of the lockers. Just because the blood wasn’t red when he saw it didn’t make it any more attractive.
Fandom: House
Character: Chase
Prompt: 017. Brown
Word Count: 180
Rating: Everyone
Author's Notes: Beta-read by
amazonqueenkate.Blood, Chase thought distantly as he changed out of a pair of stained scrubs, isn’t really red—not when I notice it, at any rate.
The blood was red when Chase was doing a tracheotomy or staunching the flow, racing to save a life. He didn’t notice it then except as a nuisance, something to be wiped away or stopped so he could do his job. When he noticed the blood, it was tacky and rust-brown, on his scrubs or lab coat or clothes more often than not.
The worst, he reflected, is when it gets on the soles of my shoes. It’s like having staining chewing gum stuck to them.
He hefted the lot into a biohazard bin, thankful that this time he wouldn’t have to replace his clothes. They were just scrubs, cheap hospital garments this time, bought in bulk. The dark stains contrasted dramatically with the cheap cream cotton, and Chase glanced away, focusing instead on the blue-grey of the lockers. Just because the blood wasn’t red when he saw it didn’t make it any more attractive.
