Foreman didn't answer Amber's comments right away. He'd tried to help her and she hadn't simply shot him down, she didn't believe that he was right or that he was trying to give her the best advice he had. Her ambition was getting in the way of what she wanted, and she couldn't see that. He should just stop giving her advice altogether. House would fire her soon enough. Then, maybe, they could try again. Really, the best scenario for him would be Amber losing the job, the sooner the better. But he knew she'd never accept that. If she got fired now, after Foreman had taken one of the fellowship spots, she'd blame him whether it was true or not.
After Amber's nearly scoffing question, the patient looked honestly confused, as if he'd already forgotten what he'd said a few seconds ago. Foreman watched him closely, wondering if he really had forgotten--it might be another symptom. But, after a quick look at Amber's face, the patient straightened up in the wheelchair and met her challenge with a stubborn look of his own. "Of course it does," he said imperiously. "If I get what I want, then it worked, didn't it?"
The elevator opened at that moment, and Foreman, curious to see what would happen, pushed the wheelchair out ahead of Amber. As soon as the patient wasn't looking at her anymore, he slumped down in the chair. Foreman was willing to bet he'd gone blank again. He'd been imitating Amber. Some amnesia patients did that, as a way to camouflage the fact that they had no memories. Korsakoff's syndrome, maybe, although usually that presented as lies, not actually mimicking the people around them. Foreman wasn't about to suggest that to Amber, though. The patient's imitation had given him a pretty good idea of what mattered most to Amber, and it wasn't the patient's interests.
"You know," Foreman said, as he pushed the wheelchair towards the labs, "you don't get it." He shook his head, chuckling incredulously. "You think you understand House. But you'd rather win than listen to me on what will help you win." He sighed. There wasn't any point in antagonizing her further, but what he had to say was the simple truth. "I know you want the job. I'm not going to sabotage you." Even if that would make it simpler if he ever wanted to see if they really did have the kind of potential that he'd thought he felt on Thursday. "You're already doing that well enough on your own."
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After Amber's nearly scoffing question, the patient looked honestly confused, as if he'd already forgotten what he'd said a few seconds ago. Foreman watched him closely, wondering if he really had forgotten--it might be another symptom. But, after a quick look at Amber's face, the patient straightened up in the wheelchair and met her challenge with a stubborn look of his own. "Of course it does," he said imperiously. "If I get what I want, then it worked, didn't it?"
The elevator opened at that moment, and Foreman, curious to see what would happen, pushed the wheelchair out ahead of Amber. As soon as the patient wasn't looking at her anymore, he slumped down in the chair. Foreman was willing to bet he'd gone blank again. He'd been imitating Amber. Some amnesia patients did that, as a way to camouflage the fact that they had no memories. Korsakoff's syndrome, maybe, although usually that presented as lies, not actually mimicking the people around them. Foreman wasn't about to suggest that to Amber, though. The patient's imitation had given him a pretty good idea of what mattered most to Amber, and it wasn't the patient's interests.
"You know," Foreman said, as he pushed the wheelchair towards the labs, "you don't get it." He shook his head, chuckling incredulously. "You think you understand House. But you'd rather win than listen to me on what will help you win." He sighed. There wasn't any point in antagonizing her further, but what he had to say was the simple truth. "I know you want the job. I'm not going to sabotage you." Even if that would make it simpler if he ever wanted to see if they really did have the kind of potential that he'd thought he felt on Thursday. "You're already doing that well enough on your own."