Not even run the errand he'd sent her on he'd let her do without an interruption; on the ground level, Amber stopped to address his question, journal tucked under her arm. "Not yet-- like I said, I just got here. But if you're bored, you should go looking yourself." With that, Amber strode out, the double doors creaking as she pushed them open.
A bit of reading to start off the week, what was wrong with that? Okay, maybe she should've sprinted round the hospital to get first dibs on all potential cases; did her work performance suck, was that what he was telling to tell her? Amber cringed to herself. It'd suck if she sucked. For all she knew, the others were already here, proactively seeking patients. No, she couldn't let them beat her; Eric had done her a favor, reminding her to be her best. She'd thank him later, the next time they met up-- in words, anyway. A more physical demonstration of her gratitude could happen after work.
But, taking action didn't do much good when there was nothing to be found. Chit-chatting with the nurse (Mehta) heading the Admissions desk got her complete access to the files, but everyone had depressingly routine issues.
Amber then swung by the ER. Cameron was there, grey under her eyes; she must be at the end of a shift. Had she gotten stuck with the beginning-of-week graveyard hours or had she chosen to be there when no one else felt like it? "Want a case?" Cameron asked curtly as if she'd read Amber's mind and couldn't bother with the formalities. "Here." She quickly looked over a pile and thrust a folder at Amber. "No one knows what's wrong with her."
Amber opened up the file: rash and fever in a twenty-month-old. "Are you sure it's not's roseola, chicken pox, coxsackie--"
"No red spots, bumps, or blisters-- I said we don't know what's wrong with her, not that we hadn't checked the usual suspects. Do you want the case or not?"
"I'll read it over." She did so, then snapped the file closed. The symptoms were vague at best and might amount to nothing more than a diaper rash mixed with a fever, but it was better than nothing. It'd give them something to examine. Though, depending on the nature of the discussion, she wouldn't bother mentioning her ‘discovery-- there was no honor, value, or point in being shot down.
Annoyed at herself for not having found a winner of a patient, Amber returned to the classroom. She’d been out a while, but maybe the others had already tried their luck and come back before her.
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A bit of reading to start off the week, what was wrong with that? Okay, maybe she should've sprinted round the hospital to get first dibs on all potential cases; did her work performance suck, was that what he was telling to tell her? Amber cringed to herself. It'd suck if she sucked. For all she knew, the others were already here, proactively seeking patients. No, she couldn't let them beat her; Eric had done her a favor, reminding her to be her best. She'd thank him later, the next time they met up-- in words, anyway. A more physical demonstration of her gratitude could happen after work.
But, taking action didn't do much good when there was nothing to be found. Chit-chatting with the nurse (Mehta) heading the Admissions desk got her complete access to the files, but everyone had depressingly routine issues.
Amber then swung by the ER. Cameron was there, grey under her eyes; she must be at the end of a shift. Had she gotten stuck with the beginning-of-week graveyard hours or had she chosen to be there when no one else felt like it? "Want a case?" Cameron asked curtly as if she'd read Amber's mind and couldn't bother with the formalities. "Here." She quickly looked over a pile and thrust a folder at Amber. "No one knows what's wrong with her."
Amber opened up the file: rash and fever in a twenty-month-old. "Are you sure it's not's roseola, chicken pox, coxsackie--"
"No red spots, bumps, or blisters-- I said we don't know what's wrong with her, not that we hadn't checked the usual suspects. Do you want the case or not?"
"I'll read it over." She did so, then snapped the file closed. The symptoms were vague at best and might amount to nothing more than a diaper rash mixed with a fever, but it was better than nothing. It'd give them something to examine. Though, depending on the nature of the discussion, she wouldn't bother mentioning her ‘discovery-- there was no honor, value, or point in being shot down.
Annoyed at herself for not having found a winner of a patient, Amber returned to the classroom. She’d been out a while, but maybe the others had already tried their luck and come back before her.