"They did explain-- and then she had a screaming fit." Amber had seen that much; she hadn't heard the conversation but she'd witnessed Kutner and Thirteen talk to patients enough to assume they hadn't been unreasonable. Then again, she couldn't be sure. Why hadn't she herself gone in to do the explaining? It wasn't as if she usually trusted the others. Oh, that's right, because Eric didn't delegate that task to her. She should've ignored his orders and marched straight into Casey's room.

Amber blew out a puff of air, half-sighing and crossing her arms. Wherever the blame laid-- and part of it was partially on Eric, for not having talked to the patient well in the first round or for delegating badly-- the damage had been done and needed to be fixed. They couldn't just let Casey lie there and ignore her problem, not when her symptoms had worsened so quickly. "Anyway, she's adamant about not wanting us near her. We won't be able to do any tests or start the plasmapheresis as long as she's like this."

She eyed the phone on the desk. "Have you talked to House yet? We could get him to come back or talk to her over the phone. While Amber didn't like running to the nearest parent figure crying for help, now that the case was serious they might really need him, more for his brain than his gentle bedside manner. Plus, now that this had become a real case, he ought to be around to evaluate their performances.