Amber scrunched up her face at him, nose and cheeks wrinkling. "I am gonna kick your ass," she told him full authority. "I'll master basketball and make you regret the day you met me." She really would: once Amber set her mind on a goal, she did not rest til she reached it. "Watch out," she warned, eyes glinting, "because until then--" Amber snatched his bowl, holding it just below her chin as she stole a spoonful of soup. It tasted better than before, the consistency thickening as it cooled. She wiped her lips, wet from her hasty eating. "I'll find other ways to kick your ass." Pulled the bowl further back, grinning, challenging Eric to defy her soup-thievery.
As for why she'd switched tracks mid-career, "I got bored. Most of what I did was stare at images, and at first it was fun, learning to read the different types, but then I figured out how to spot the most common problems and if I had to stare at one more CT scan to find a tumor, I'd scream." It wasn't much of an exaggeration: she'd been tense and quick to snap at her old job. Her mom criticized her 'whim' to work for House with a lower salary and little long-term prospects, but actually, she was close to being fired at her old job. And she’d been unhappy enough that the only reason she’d have regretted getting kicked out was that it'd look terrible on her resume; being fired from an average radiology department was different than getting the boot from House. Some people might even take it as a sign of character, being unable to work for House for long. "Even the interventional procedures were getting old, and everyone else got the credit. I wanted to think. Try out new fields. Run into some zebras.” Plus, working for House sounded like a chance to let herself be more vicious and demanding, since he liked that in his employees. “Diagnostics sounded like a way to do anything and everything, so I gave it a try." She smirked, gloating. "Turns out I'm pretty good at it."
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As for why she'd switched tracks mid-career, "I got bored. Most of what I did was stare at images, and at first it was fun, learning to read the different types, but then I figured out how to spot the most common problems and if I had to stare at one more CT scan to find a tumor, I'd scream." It wasn't much of an exaggeration: she'd been tense and quick to snap at her old job. Her mom criticized her 'whim' to work for House with a lower salary and little long-term prospects, but actually, she was close to being fired at her old job. And she’d been unhappy enough that the only reason she’d have regretted getting kicked out was that it'd look terrible on her resume; being fired from an average radiology department was different than getting the boot from House. Some people might even take it as a sign of character, being unable to work for House for long. "Even the interventional procedures were getting old, and everyone else got the credit. I wanted to think. Try out new fields. Run into some zebras.” Plus, working for House sounded like a chance to let herself be more vicious and demanding, since he liked that in his employees. “Diagnostics sounded like a way to do anything and everything, so I gave it a try." She smirked, gloating. "Turns out I'm pretty good at it."