Polio? Amber nabbed a copy of Casey's file off the table and flipped through, just to make sure. It wasn't absolutely impossible, if she'd been travelling-- but right in her history was a list of the vaccine's she'd taken, polio included.
She only half-listened to Taub's jokes and Eric's disbelief: useless information. Brennan defended his opinion, as any of them would've. Amber thought he had too much polio on the brain, but she wasn't in a position to criticize for getting too attached to a pet idea. She just hoped it wasn't the steroids' fault, for Casey's and her own sake-- it had to be something else. Encephalitis, maybe? The symptoms fit. Then she wouldn't be wrong, Casey wouldn't have a ruined immune system, and Amber's job and malpractice insurance wouldn't be at risk.
Then it got personal. Amber looked up sharply at Brennan's accusation that she and Eric had been playing around-- though he wasn't wrong. They had gotten shamefully personal. (Part of her bristled. 'Girlfriend'? Leaving aside the question of whether or not they'd still be together by the end of the day, they hadn't yet made the girlfriend-boyfriend thing official. Amber didn't let herself think of them that way; it'd be getting ahead of herself.)
Brennan was making an idiot of himself, yeah. But Amber stilled with a second's shock when Eric ordered him out. There'd been other stupid ideas, in all the differentials so far, and if anyone had gone too far, it'd been herself, secretly mixing treatments. An uncomfortable silence settled over the room. What are you thinking, Amber wanted to demand. You're making us both look worse. Expelling Brennan only accentuated his protest that Eric cared more about the professional than the personal.
She'd wait to ask. She couldn't agree with Eric's medical opinions just to make him feel good, but she could support him by giving him her critiques in a private setting.
The discharge did not sit well with Brennan. From excited he'd gone to quietly furious, expression stormy. He turned to Kutner and the other guys, probably for support, but they just shrugged and returned an awkward look. 'Sorry, man,' they seemed to be saying. His shoulders finally slumped in defeat and he walked out fast.
Subdued-- at least for the moment-- they all looked at Eric, silently asking what to do next.
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She only half-listened to Taub's jokes and Eric's disbelief: useless information. Brennan defended his opinion, as any of them would've. Amber thought he had too much polio on the brain, but she wasn't in a position to criticize for getting too attached to a pet idea. She just hoped it wasn't the steroids' fault, for Casey's and her own sake-- it had to be something else. Encephalitis, maybe? The symptoms fit. Then she wouldn't be wrong, Casey wouldn't have a ruined immune system, and Amber's job and malpractice insurance wouldn't be at risk.
Then it got personal. Amber looked up sharply at Brennan's accusation that she and Eric had been playing around-- though he wasn't wrong. They had gotten shamefully personal. (Part of her bristled. 'Girlfriend'? Leaving aside the question of whether or not they'd still be together by the end of the day, they hadn't yet made the girlfriend-boyfriend thing official. Amber didn't let herself think of them that way; it'd be getting ahead of herself.)
Brennan was making an idiot of himself, yeah. But Amber stilled with a second's shock when Eric ordered him out. There'd been other stupid ideas, in all the differentials so far, and if anyone had gone too far, it'd been herself, secretly mixing treatments. An uncomfortable silence settled over the room. What are you thinking, Amber wanted to demand. You're making us both look worse. Expelling Brennan only accentuated his protest that Eric cared more about the professional than the personal.
She'd wait to ask. She couldn't agree with Eric's medical opinions just to make him feel good, but she could support him by giving him her critiques in a private setting.
The discharge did not sit well with Brennan. From excited he'd gone to quietly furious, expression stormy. He turned to Kutner and the other guys, probably for support, but they just shrugged and returned an awkward look. 'Sorry, man,' they seemed to be saying. His shoulders finally slumped in defeat and he walked out fast.
Subdued-- at least for the moment-- they all looked at Eric, silently asking what to do next.