Expecting a long wait before she could take action, Amber stepped out into the balcony for a break. The chill stung her lungs with every breath she took, but it felt good, to get away from the others and their toxicity. She leaned over the brick mural, focusing on the wind and the distant sounds of traffic. For now, she just had to wait. Her moment would come.
A beep rang out, disturbing her peace. Amber grabbed her cell phone; maybe House had sent a message explaining where he was and when he'd be back? But a frown crossed her face when she saw the actual sender: Eric. Was he determined to get in her way in everything she did today? First this morning, when he kept interrupting her reading and dictating her actions, then in her approach to treating Casey, and now with her simple break.
She didn't want to see him. Not one bit—not on a professional level and much less on a personal one. Just thinking of him, blood rushed to Amber's face; oh, if he were here now, she'd tell him a thing or two about just how much of an irresponsible prick he was being. And she would tell him-- after she'd treated Casey for lupus. Any earlier and she might give herself away. And no way did she want to hear his point of view; didn't want to go anywhere near sympathizing. Amber couldn't forgive him.
So she texted him back, "can't," and went back inside, pulling Taub aside. "Want to impress House?" she asked.
"I'm listening."
"We stand up for what we believe in and treat Casey for lupus."
He looked around as if trying to find someone. "Didn't Foreman just put her on interferon?"
"Yeah, so what?"
Taub's eyebrows shot up. "So I'm not putting our patient on a conflicting treatment just to mess with him."
"Fine," Amber said hotly before she could stop herself. "Be a coward." She didn't need him-- Taub or Eric or anyone. She was enough. Always had been, would keep on being.
Eric must be getting lunch now; there wouldn't be a better moment, with him definitely gone from the area. Amber strode out of the conference room, headed straight for Casey.
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A beep rang out, disturbing her peace. Amber grabbed her cell phone; maybe House had sent a message explaining where he was and when he'd be back? But a frown crossed her face when she saw the actual sender: Eric. Was he determined to get in her way in everything she did today? First this morning, when he kept interrupting her reading and dictating her actions, then in her approach to treating Casey, and now with her simple break.
She didn't want to see him. Not one bit—not on a professional level and much less on a personal one. Just thinking of him, blood rushed to Amber's face; oh, if he were here now, she'd tell him a thing or two about just how much of an irresponsible prick he was being. And she would tell him-- after she'd treated Casey for lupus. Any earlier and she might give herself away. And no way did she want to hear his point of view; didn't want to go anywhere near sympathizing. Amber couldn't forgive him.
So she texted him back, "can't," and went back inside, pulling Taub aside. "Want to impress House?" she asked.
"I'm listening."
"We stand up for what we believe in and treat Casey for lupus."
He looked around as if trying to find someone. "Didn't Foreman just put her on interferon?"
"Yeah, so what?"
Taub's eyebrows shot up. "So I'm not putting our patient on a conflicting treatment just to mess with him."
"Fine," Amber said hotly before she could stop herself. "Be a coward." She didn't need him-- Taub or Eric or anyone. She was enough. Always had been, would keep on being.
Eric must be getting lunch now; there wouldn't be a better moment, with him definitely gone from the area. Amber strode out of the conference room, headed straight for Casey.