Foreman left Amber twisting in the wind as she scrambled to explain how exactly they'd let this happen. No matter how petty he was for letting himself feel it, it gave him a vicious sense of justification. He couldn't offer Casey any better explanation, and at least he was confident about the treatment he'd given her. Whether Amber admitted that she'd done this to get back at him or not, Foreman couldn't see any other reason for her to do it. False starts. That's what she wanted to call it. Not that there was any better label. He nodded enough to acknowledge that Amber was paging the others, but he didn't hang around to walk with her. He didn't take the stairs, either. He wanted the slow deliberateness of waiting for the elevator, while he tried to figure out how he was going to explain this. Not just to the fellows, who'd probably think it served him right for being high-handed with them, but to House, and probably to Cuddy, when word of what had happened got out.
He strode down the corridor to the conference room. No matter what Amber had done to him, the thought of returning the favour and recommending to Cuddy that they get rid of her because of her irresponsible practice left him cold. She'd fucked him over and he still didn't want to hurt her. He found himself making excuses--it was only once, there weren't any direct contraindications between the medicines, House pulled this shit all the time. But, as Foreman knew all to well, what people accepted in House, they'd never let anyone else get away with. That lesson fucking hurt, and Foreman didn't want to see Amber learn it over this. At the same time, it wasn't like he could cover it up, especially if this was what gave Casey a turn for the worse, or even killed her.
There hadn't been much for the other candidates to do, and they were all waiting in the conference room. Foreman walked in, arms crossed, and glowered at them. Anger was easier than defeat, and he wasn't going to let it show how much he didn't want to be here.
"So, uh, paralysis?" Kutner said, making a little walking motion with two fingers before letting his hand collapse to the tabletop.
"I think that's what counts as a new symptom," Taub added, tipping his head at the whiteboard.
"No, it doesn't," Foreman said. "Not when we don't know if it's part of the disease. It's possible we've fried her immune system. It might be an infection." That we tasted bitter on his tongue, but Foreman wasn't going to drag apportioning blame into the differential so that they could all have another go at judging his personal life. It wasn't like they didn't know what had happened, Foreman was confident of that. And if they didn't, knowing Amber's need to win, they could probably guess. "Botulism fits with ascending paralysis."
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He strode down the corridor to the conference room. No matter what Amber had done to him, the thought of returning the favour and recommending to Cuddy that they get rid of her because of her irresponsible practice left him cold. She'd fucked him over and he still didn't want to hurt her. He found himself making excuses--it was only once, there weren't any direct contraindications between the medicines, House pulled this shit all the time. But, as Foreman knew all to well, what people accepted in House, they'd never let anyone else get away with. That lesson fucking hurt, and Foreman didn't want to see Amber learn it over this. At the same time, it wasn't like he could cover it up, especially if this was what gave Casey a turn for the worse, or even killed her.
There hadn't been much for the other candidates to do, and they were all waiting in the conference room. Foreman walked in, arms crossed, and glowered at them. Anger was easier than defeat, and he wasn't going to let it show how much he didn't want to be here.
"So, uh, paralysis?" Kutner said, making a little walking motion with two fingers before letting his hand collapse to the tabletop.
"I think that's what counts as a new symptom," Taub added, tipping his head at the whiteboard.
"No, it doesn't," Foreman said. "Not when we don't know if it's part of the disease. It's possible we've fried her immune system. It might be an infection." That we tasted bitter on his tongue, but Foreman wasn't going to drag apportioning blame into the differential so that they could all have another go at judging his personal life. It wasn't like they didn't know what had happened, Foreman was confident of that. And if they didn't, knowing Amber's need to win, they could probably guess. "Botulism fits with ascending paralysis."