Foreman let out a breath as the candidates described their cases, keeping his face neutral even when part of him wanted to grin at Amber's proud head-tilt when she described the steps she'd taken. Like he'd thought, her patient was the most interesting of the bunch, even if that didn't mean much when they were all reasonably straight-forward. When the phone rang, Foreman flipped it on speakerphone, expecting House to call and either mock them, or--well, mocking them seemed like his most likely course of action. As soon as the MRI technician answered, though, and said the word seizure, Foreman picked up the receiver and demanded, "Any other changes?"

"Yes, she has a vertical nystagmus."

"Okay. When she's stable, get her back to her room. Thanks." Foreman hung up the phone, and stared Brennan down. "I think it was a good idea that I ordered the MRI to be certain. Now that we have something to go on, we can work with that." He wrote 'nystagmus' on the board under seizure, and for Brennan's sake, he added the areflexia, careful not to smear the writing with the heel of his hand as he did. These people thought in terms that the sicker the patient was, the better. They'd be better doctors if they waited for the facts instead of chasing down unnecessary diagnoses. Foreman turned around to ask for suggestions. He was still miffed with himself that he'd dismissed something that had turned out to be serious, but he hadn't discharged her before getting some test results; he was learning, too. He didn't have to tell them that, though.