Foreman took his seat next to Amber, hoping that she'd let the argument drop so that they could do the damn test. He wasn't surprised when she didn't, though. He clenched his jaw and shook his head. "That's what you think of your abilities as a doctor? You're good enough as long as you're entertaining?" She wasn't talking about patients' interests now. Foreman hated the fucking reality-TV competition that House had started, because this was exactly what it would lead to. All of this was made for television, not for any sort of responsible medical practice. House had never been responsible, but now he'd be imposing his values on his new fellows, until they'd go along with him and never think to call him on his goddamn lack of professional ethics.
Foreman had never wanted what happened to him at Mercy to become an object lesson for someone else. He'd wanted to keep it private, not have his shame spread around the whole damn hospital. Cuddy and House already knew--and since House knew, it was just as likely that he'd deliberately let the wrong word slip into the wrong ears. Foreman wouldn't be saving himself any embarrassment by telling Amber now, and maybe she'd actually hear what he was saying. So far it didn't seem like she believed him--that he wasn't trying to hurt her chances, that he was, in fact, giving her a push in the right direction. But it wouldn't be his fault if she didn't act on what he said. "There's a difference between giving up and choosing something different," Foreman said. "I was head of Diagnostics at Mercy General. Until I fucked it up by acting like House." He'd thought he'd been above hospital policy, that no rules applied to him because he'd been right. Resentment burned through him, even though he could understand Dr. Schaffer's position. But, for God's sake, he'd saved a patient's life. And got nothing to show for it. Worse than nothing. "If that's what you're hoping to learn, congratulations."
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Foreman had never wanted what happened to him at Mercy to become an object lesson for someone else. He'd wanted to keep it private, not have his shame spread around the whole damn hospital. Cuddy and House already knew--and since House knew, it was just as likely that he'd deliberately let the wrong word slip into the wrong ears. Foreman wouldn't be saving himself any embarrassment by telling Amber now, and maybe she'd actually hear what he was saying. So far it didn't seem like she believed him--that he wasn't trying to hurt her chances, that he was, in fact, giving her a push in the right direction. But it wouldn't be his fault if she didn't act on what he said. "There's a difference between giving up and choosing something different," Foreman said. "I was head of Diagnostics at Mercy General. Until I fucked it up by acting like House." He'd thought he'd been above hospital policy, that no rules applied to him because he'd been right. Resentment burned through him, even though he could understand Dr. Schaffer's position. But, for God's sake, he'd saved a patient's life. And got nothing to show for it. Worse than nothing. "If that's what you're hoping to learn, congratulations."