Foreman strode out of the elevator ahead of everyone else. The sooner he was back upstairs, either with a case or not, the sooner he could avoid the rest of the hospital. The day would come when he'd try and mend fences, but feeling the way he did now, the effort would probably backfire.

He gritted his teeth when he saw Chase waving him down, his wide smile showing not a little self-satisfaction. Foreman expected the ribbing, but at first, he had no idea what Chase was talking about. He nearly repeated Call her? as if he had no clue who Chase was talking about. He'd forgotten that when they'd parted yesterday Foreman had known he'd never see Amber again. Foreman set his shoulders back and sighed. Chase was interrupting his mission, and bringing up the exact wrong subject. Too much had happened since then to give Chase any sort of quick summary, even if Foreman thought that gossiping in the hallways was the best use of his time. "Where's Cameron?" he asked. "I'd like to have House as distracted as possible today." Even if that means flinging your girlfriend at him, he thought. "She must have something good."