Foreman sat up straight when Amber came back in. Having had a chance to relax with the newspaper and a coffee, he was feeling better about the prospect of the whole work week ahead of them, and he smiled when she held up a chart. "Great," he said, taking the folder and opening it up. He raised his eyebrows, impressed, and glanced up to Amber to let her know it, before he went back to reading in more depth. The kid was in the ER, and Cameron wouldn't have passed the case on if there wasn't something worth looking for. He nodded, checking off in his mind all the common causes of the symptoms and seeing that they'd already been accounted for. Fevers in children that young could be idiopathic, of course, but Amber had been right to bring this in. "This could definitely be something."
He hadn't been expecting Amber to admit it had been a good idea, not after how brusquely she'd stalked out and let the door close before he'd finished asking what her problem with the assignment was. Now that she had, he wasn't sure how to respond, so he settled for handing her the folder back. "I hope so," he said, offering her a warm look. He did want her to succeed, even if he wouldn't be able to give her more than a headstart or an occasional hint if he didn't want to compromise his own position.
That had to be the moment when Kutner barged in. Exasperated, Foreman let his eye contact with Amber drop. All his effort not to get caught alone with her and that's exactly what happened, even when it was innocent. "Give me your chart," he said, holding out his hand and waiting for Kutner to bound down the steps and slap it into his palm.
"Sorry," Kutner said, his grin showing that he wasn't sorry at all. "I figured first one back might win the race. Should've known better."
"It's not a race. We're actually looking for patients to treat," Foreman said. The point of going looking wasn't so that they could show off, it was so that they could identify patients that might actually need their help. He gave the case notes a superficial look, enough to see that there were at least a few anomalies. "Fine, you can present this when House gets here."
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He hadn't been expecting Amber to admit it had been a good idea, not after how brusquely she'd stalked out and let the door close before he'd finished asking what her problem with the assignment was. Now that she had, he wasn't sure how to respond, so he settled for handing her the folder back. "I hope so," he said, offering her a warm look. He did want her to succeed, even if he wouldn't be able to give her more than a headstart or an occasional hint if he didn't want to compromise his own position.
That had to be the moment when Kutner barged in. Exasperated, Foreman let his eye contact with Amber drop. All his effort not to get caught alone with her and that's exactly what happened, even when it was innocent. "Give me your chart," he said, holding out his hand and waiting for Kutner to bound down the steps and slap it into his palm.
"Sorry," Kutner said, his grin showing that he wasn't sorry at all. "I figured first one back might win the race. Should've known better."
"It's not a race. We're actually looking for patients to treat," Foreman said. The point of going looking wasn't so that they could show off, it was so that they could identify patients that might actually need their help. He gave the case notes a superficial look, enough to see that there were at least a few anomalies. "Fine, you can present this when House gets here."