Casey was oriented before Amber gave her the steroids, but her fever hadn’t gone down—so it wasn’t clear just from the order of events which treatment had cured her. Important information, but Eric was too busy being sarcastic and ranting to listen to actual facts. Oh, geez, what else was new. Facts only mattered when they made him look good.

So dramatic. "Do you think the tests are going to lie? We'll just take everything into accounts when we run them over again." How could he even be this upset? At her, okay, yeah, she'd known he would be. Didn't take a fortune-teller to see that coming. But how could he be high-and-mighty about patient care when Casey was improving? "Of course I did." Indignation heated her voice; did he think she was irresponsible, throwing drugs into a patient without weighing the risks? Did he know nothing about her? "And some studies have shown that steroids with interferon help slow down MS."

Amber did not notice the flush that was covering her face, the increasing tenseness of her muscles. She’d even forgotten the nurses around them, the same ones she’d so pointedly reminded him of. “What would have you done? Sit nicely while the patient didn’t get the treatment they needed?”