"Not that sick?" House challenged, jabbing in Eric’s direction with his fork. "How would you know, we haven't examined her case yet. I refuse to let her walk out of here when she needs our help. Tell me about this poor, poor girl."
Amber hated that her case had been walked all over-- partially because Eric had advertised the dragster and blinded House to all other options-- but at this point, she was just glad to still have her job. She'd spoken out of turn enough this morning. No more.
Brennan shrugged like he really didn't care whose case got picked. Probably didn't. Slacker. "She had a seizure after a race and couldn't process visual and audio information. Before that, she had a perfect bill of health."
"Why, that sounds very serious," House said in an especially tragic tone as he chewed on a mouthful of whatever. "I'm so glad you brought her to us."
Patience, Amber told herself. He was the best diagnostician on this coast, and possibly the whole country. It was worth the occasional bouts of assholeness. The trick was to wait out these periods and reap the reward of the moments of brilliance.
The backdoor swung open and Amber twisted her neck to look back: it was a guy in a suit. Someone with a special request? God if one more person tried to get in her way, she'd scream.
"Dr. House, please come with me."
House raised his eyebrows. "I only fall for that line when it comes from young, provocatively dressed women. No offense."
His stride was assured and unhurried as if he knew the exact method and timing to gain what he wanted. Must be a powerful guy. "If you'll just step outside with me, I have some information I think you'll find interesting."
House eyed him before downing another bite of sausage and getting up. Damn of course he'd be distracted from the shiny car by something completely unrelated. "All of you, come up with theories for our racer; I want her filled with gratitude when I cure her."
Everyone watched silently as the door closed behind them. "Um, what just happened?" Taub asked.
"They wouldn't kidnap him, right?" Kutner asked.
While everyone was distracted, Amber looked at Eric, trying to read from his face if he knew what was going on.
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Amber hated that her case had been walked all over-- partially because Eric had advertised the dragster and blinded House to all other options-- but at this point, she was just glad to still have her job. She'd spoken out of turn enough this morning. No more.
Brennan shrugged like he really didn't care whose case got picked. Probably didn't. Slacker. "She had a seizure after a race and couldn't process visual and audio information. Before that, she had a perfect bill of health."
"Why, that sounds very serious," House said in an especially tragic tone as he chewed on a mouthful of whatever. "I'm so glad you brought her to us."
Patience, Amber told herself. He was the best diagnostician on this coast, and possibly the whole country. It was worth the occasional bouts of assholeness. The trick was to wait out these periods and reap the reward of the moments of brilliance.
The backdoor swung open and Amber twisted her neck to look back: it was a guy in a suit. Someone with a special request? God if one more person tried to get in her way, she'd scream.
"Dr. House, please come with me."
House raised his eyebrows. "I only fall for that line when it comes from young, provocatively dressed women. No offense."
His stride was assured and unhurried as if he knew the exact method and timing to gain what he wanted. Must be a powerful guy. "If you'll just step outside with me, I have some information I think you'll find interesting."
House eyed him before downing another bite of sausage and getting up. Damn of course he'd be distracted from the shiny car by something completely unrelated. "All of you, come up with theories for our racer; I want her filled with gratitude when I cure her."
Everyone watched silently as the door closed behind them. "Um, what just happened?" Taub asked.
"They wouldn't kidnap him, right?" Kutner asked.
While everyone was distracted, Amber looked at Eric, trying to read from his face if he knew what was going on.