Amber hung back, letting Eric do what he'd promised he would. The fear flashed through her that presence was extraneous and maybe even damaging: the person who'd made Casey lose her trust was here, trying to regain her confidence, and Brennan was an-already friendly face that could encourage her to accept their opinions. Amber clasped her hands behind her back, chin still up high. Right now she was useless, but it'd be worse to turn her back and in a moment might have what to do. So Amber watched quietly and closely.

It was a good apology. Eric lowered himself to be at the same level as Casey-- an important psychological trick-- and clearly admitted to fault. His words did risk facilitating a malpractice suit, especially with the father as a witness, but they'd handle that as it came. For now the important thing was to get Casey better, and for that they had to get her to cooperate.

Casey slowly turned her head right and left while Eric spoke; was she having difficulty concentrating? Her hands clenched and let go of the sheets repeatedly and, from the movements on the other side of the bed, she kept flexing her toes. Was she in pain? Amber hid a frown; once Casey consented to be treated once more, she’d be asking questions.

"What do you know, Mr. Know It All," Casey muttered, her eyelids drooping.

"Case? Hon, are you okay?" The father asked nervously. Okay, if he thought she was acting funny, then it was a pretty good sign that something was wrong.

"It's Mr. Know It All," Case said, voice so low it was hard to make out.