Irritated, Amber snapped back. "Of course being entertaining isn't my priority as a doctor. But if I'm not, then I'm out, and how can I put my other skills to use if I don't have the job?" There were other jobs, Amber knew, even within the diagnostics field. This wasn't her sole chance at starting up a career. But, damn it, she'd done her homework. All other diagnosticians paled to House. So while she technically could work with someone else, somebody a little more conventional, they wouldn't be the best. This was her shot to be with the best, and she was willing to dirty herself, wrestling to get her hands on the gun.
If Eric couldn't understand that-- actually, no, Amber believed he could. His picture-perfect clothes, his dignified and probably painstakingly practiced demeanor, his accomplished career-- all that screamed just how much he strove towards being the best. Amber didn't believe he hadn't paid some price for his triumphs. If he was looking down on her for doing whatever it took to reach her goals, it was only because one of his recent sacrifices hadn't been worth it.
Amber glanced at the patient, making sure he was alright, and looked back at the computer screen. Nothing unusual about the readings so far. Which she'd more or less predicted, once he'd started to show other symptoms. But it would’ve been nice if they could’ve gotten new information with the test.
Eric's tone was touchy, speaking like he had something to prove (which he did). Head of diagnostics at Mercy. Not bad. She'd considered applying there, but then House started taking in potential candidates. "Pity you didn't know how to hold on to your job at Mercy," Amber said. "And there's a difference between learning and applying, too. I'll soak up everything I can from House, but I know better than to imitate him wherever I go. Anyway, why did you act like him, if you're so against what he does?"
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If Eric couldn't understand that-- actually, no, Amber believed he could. His picture-perfect clothes, his dignified and probably painstakingly practiced demeanor, his accomplished career-- all that screamed just how much he strove towards being the best. Amber didn't believe he hadn't paid some price for his triumphs. If he was looking down on her for doing whatever it took to reach her goals, it was only because one of his recent sacrifices hadn't been worth it.
Amber glanced at the patient, making sure he was alright, and looked back at the computer screen. Nothing unusual about the readings so far. Which she'd more or less predicted, once he'd started to show other symptoms. But it would’ve been nice if they could’ve gotten new information with the test.
Eric's tone was touchy, speaking like he had something to prove (which he did). Head of diagnostics at Mercy. Not bad. She'd considered applying there, but then House started taking in potential candidates. "Pity you didn't know how to hold on to your job at Mercy," Amber said. "And there's a difference between learning and applying, too. I'll soak up everything I can from House, but I know better than to imitate him wherever I go. Anyway, why did you act like him, if you're so against what he does?"