Yeah, Amber and everyone else in the room wanted to be right-- they also wanted proof. No good would come from a struggle to get their way through administrative control, loud voices, or manipulative scheming; what they needed were tests, and if Eric wanted to stand by his words, he'd have to let them run them.
Fortunately, he realized that on his own. Amber nodded, acknowledging his order or permission or however he saw it; it was the least he could do, as a conscientious doctor. If he'd turned his shoulder on all of them and gone ahead with the MS treatment, Amber would've appealed to Cuddy. She was glad she didn't have to-- less hassle for both of them.
The room filled with the noise of chairs scraping against carpet and rustling folders. The others were forming groups, but Amber didn't care; she already knew her partner. "Ready, little guy?"
Taub followed, his hands in his pockets. "Flirting? And here I thought you were taken."
They were on their way out, passing through the glass doorway. Amber glanced back, suddenly and intensely reminded that she was taken. Eric look so despondent, too, like he’d found out the world was ending in five minutes and he could make one last phone call. Being so wrong was his own fault, but she smiled softly before remembering where she was. "Maybe when you’re the sub-chief of some department,” Amber said, by way of hiding her lapse in vulnerability. “For now, let’s keep it professional.”
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Fortunately, he realized that on his own. Amber nodded, acknowledging his order or permission or however he saw it; it was the least he could do, as a conscientious doctor. If he'd turned his shoulder on all of them and gone ahead with the MS treatment, Amber would've appealed to Cuddy. She was glad she didn't have to-- less hassle for both of them.
The room filled with the noise of chairs scraping against carpet and rustling folders. The others were forming groups, but Amber didn't care; she already knew her partner. "Ready, little guy?"
Taub followed, his hands in his pockets. "Flirting? And here I thought you were taken."
They were on their way out, passing through the glass doorway. Amber glanced back, suddenly and intensely reminded that she was taken. Eric look so despondent, too, like he’d found out the world was ending in five minutes and he could make one last phone call. Being so wrong was his own fault, but she smiled softly before remembering where she was. "Maybe when you’re the sub-chief of some department,” Amber said, by way of hiding her lapse in vulnerability. “For now, let’s keep it professional.”
Taub just snorted and they were on their way.