Amber thought of how good and dear she felt whenever Eric held her; his deep, tender gaze just before kissing her—and none of it meant anything if when it mattered, when actual human beings were on the line, he went and stepped over her. Ignored her like she was bothersome droning just because she didn’t fall all over him going ‘yes, sir,’ ‘of course, sir.’ God. God. She was sleeping with an asshole. No, not just sleeping with—
Her fury finally burst through, raging through her veins, and she couldn’t even fucking do anything, not even close her eyes, because then everyone would see the extent of her weakness and no way. No way.
“What?” Amber asked testily. It looked like pity, that gentle expression on Cole’s face.
“I guess that puts to rest the idea you were with him to get your way,” Kutner said cheerfully and, after Amber tried to glare him to death, amended, “Not that I thought that.”
Did they have nothing better to do than fuss over her love life? She did. Shelving whatever thoughts she’d need to have about dating a guy whose ego came first, Amber turned to Taub. “You still think it’s lupus?”
He shrugged. “Yeah, sure, but—“
“Then I’ll talk to you in a couple of hours.” That ought to be time enough for Eric to talk with Casey’s father, and Casey herself if she was no longer delirious, and to start the interferon. What Amber was thinking wasn’t fair to Eric, and she knew it; it definitely went against his request to be more supportive. But she’d stoop to this level only because he’d been even more unfair. Casey mattered more than Eric’s pride and, on a less altruistic note, House’s opinion won out. He’d approve of her sticking to her guns.
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Amber thought of how good and dear she felt whenever Eric held her; his deep, tender gaze just before kissing her—and none of it meant anything if when it mattered, when actual human beings were on the line, he went and stepped over her. Ignored her like she was bothersome droning just because she didn’t fall all over him going ‘yes, sir,’ ‘of course, sir.’ God. God. She was sleeping with an asshole. No, not just sleeping with—
Her fury finally burst through, raging through her veins, and she couldn’t even fucking do anything, not even close her eyes, because then everyone would see the extent of her weakness and no way. No way.
“What?” Amber asked testily. It looked like pity, that gentle expression on Cole’s face.
“I guess that puts to rest the idea you were with him to get your way,” Kutner said cheerfully and, after Amber tried to glare him to death, amended, “Not that I thought that.”
Did they have nothing better to do than fuss over her love life? She did. Shelving whatever thoughts she’d need to have about dating a guy whose ego came first, Amber turned to Taub. “You still think it’s lupus?”
He shrugged. “Yeah, sure, but—“
“Then I’ll talk to you in a couple of hours.” That ought to be time enough for Eric to talk with Casey’s father, and Casey herself if she was no longer delirious, and to start the interferon. What Amber was thinking wasn’t fair to Eric, and she knew it; it definitely went against his request to be more supportive. But she’d stoop to this level only because he’d been even more unfair. Casey mattered more than Eric’s pride and, on a less altruistic note, House’s opinion won out. He’d approve of her sticking to her guns.