It wasn't at all hard to convince Casey she needed the steroids. She was back to herself by the time Amber got to her, and despite her near-violent anger at Thirteen and Kutner and her later grumblings at Eric, Casey was now quite easy to convince, malleable thanks to fear and exhaustion. "But Dr. Foreman just--" she protested at first.
"We think it may be something else," Amber explained gently. "And the fastest way to find out is to treat for both." Casey wasn't so tired that she didn't wrinkle her face skeptically, but when she heard how serious a disease lupus was and that the steroids would not put her at risk, she consented. As Amber prepared the steroids, smiling reassuringly at Casey, she reflected on just how far the truth could get you. Eric couldn't complain, not when she'd gotten Casey's permission. If he didn't like it, he could deal; it wasn't his health.
Still. Amber knew there'd be consequences. As long as she'd been busy talking to Casey, she'd managed to push those thoughts out of her mind, but now that she had a free moment, they crowded in. He wouldn't forgive her. How could he? She'd gone behind his back. What would impress House would be a blow to Eric's dignity. But it wasn't as if she was going to forgive him, either, for being a short-sighted and self-centered asshole. She'd been the slighted one. She'd done what she had to, in spite of his crappy attitude.
What that meant for their relationship—if they weren’t meant to be, then they weren’t meant to be. It sucked and it’d probably hurt when she wasn’t running on sheer angry, but Amber wouldn’t stay with a guy who expected her to be a pretty and curvaceous echo of his opinion.
To avoid Eric in the cafeteria, Amber went to the rec room and made do with a peanut butter sandwich as well as a generous serving of stale coffee. Stomach tight with the anticipation of waiting for Casey's reaction, Amber did not eat well or happily. With nowhere else to be, Amber then sat primly on the couch and flipped through the idiotic programs on tv, unable to stay on any one channel for more than five minutes; unable to focus on anything else.
How was Casey doing? Amber wondered. By then she may have reacted to the interferon and the steroids; Amber could check up on her. In fact, she would. Time to go back to Casey's room.
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"We think it may be something else," Amber explained gently. "And the fastest way to find out is to treat for both." Casey wasn't so tired that she didn't wrinkle her face skeptically, but when she heard how serious a disease lupus was and that the steroids would not put her at risk, she consented. As Amber prepared the steroids, smiling reassuringly at Casey, she reflected on just how far the truth could get you. Eric couldn't complain, not when she'd gotten Casey's permission. If he didn't like it, he could deal; it wasn't his health.
Still. Amber knew there'd be consequences. As long as she'd been busy talking to Casey, she'd managed to push those thoughts out of her mind, but now that she had a free moment, they crowded in. He wouldn't forgive her. How could he? She'd gone behind his back. What would impress House would be a blow to Eric's dignity. But it wasn't as if she was going to forgive him, either, for being a short-sighted and self-centered asshole. She'd been the slighted one. She'd done what she had to, in spite of his crappy attitude.
What that meant for their relationship—if they weren’t meant to be, then they weren’t meant to be. It sucked and it’d probably hurt when she wasn’t running on sheer angry, but Amber wouldn’t stay with a guy who expected her to be a pretty and curvaceous echo of his opinion.
To avoid Eric in the cafeteria, Amber went to the rec room and made do with a peanut butter sandwich as well as a generous serving of stale coffee. Stomach tight with the anticipation of waiting for Casey's reaction, Amber did not eat well or happily. With nowhere else to be, Amber then sat primly on the couch and flipped through the idiotic programs on tv, unable to stay on any one channel for more than five minutes; unable to focus on anything else.
How was Casey doing? Amber wondered. By then she may have reacted to the interferon and the steroids; Amber could check up on her. In fact, she would. Time to go back to Casey's room.