"I'm not going to leave them on their own!" Not only because he couldn't stand the thought of a patient of his dying when he was happily at home asleep--maybe he'd get over that some point, but not this soon after Lupe--but because, big surprise, he didn't trust the people he worked with. Who knew what Brennan might do, if he took it into his head? And Foreman knew he couldn't trust Amber. "I was treating diagnostically. If I'd been wrong, we could have changed strategies. But that wasn't good enough for you; you had to muddy the waters! I like being right but I've never treated directly against the team decision." House was insane but he was also in charge. That was a factor Amber didn't see, or didn't respect. She didn't respect him. And she didn't care that it hurt. "I find a better plan! I come up with a better idea! If it looks like House is going to kill someone just to get a damn answer, I tell Cuddy. That's my job! Not to second-guess!"
She cared. Foreman swallowed down just how much that cut through him. She hadn't shown it. So much of who he was was wrapped up in his career. He couldn't just separate them out. Being a doctor was who he was, and if she had any ounce of feeling for him, then she'd accept that. Foreman knew Amber felt the same way, that her abilities mattered to her. "I've never disregarded your opinion as a doctor," he said, more quietly. "I disagreed. I made a decision. I was willing to be proved wrong. You didn't give me that chance." He snorted softly. "You didn't give me a chance at all."
He pressed his lips together and looked away. His knuckles ached where he was gripping the door handle. Thank God it was late enough that no one had come by. "If you think that wasn't about me..." Then you have no idea who I am. He was tired of this conversation. He didn't want to be here, he didn't want to be proved right. "If I'd dismissed you like that, behind your back..." He didn't even know how to say it. She would have been incensed, stricken just as much as he was now. Maybe it shouldn't matter, maybe he was making a big fucking deal out of it, but he'd never been in the position before where someone he cared about had cut him down like that. He shrugged, struggling to pull himself back. "Never mind," he said. It was pointless to try and explain. He pulled open the door and walked away.
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She cared. Foreman swallowed down just how much that cut through him. She hadn't shown it. So much of who he was was wrapped up in his career. He couldn't just separate them out. Being a doctor was who he was, and if she had any ounce of feeling for him, then she'd accept that. Foreman knew Amber felt the same way, that her abilities mattered to her. "I've never disregarded your opinion as a doctor," he said, more quietly. "I disagreed. I made a decision. I was willing to be proved wrong. You didn't give me that chance." He snorted softly. "You didn't give me a chance at all."
He pressed his lips together and looked away. His knuckles ached where he was gripping the door handle. Thank God it was late enough that no one had come by. "If you think that wasn't about me..." Then you have no idea who I am. He was tired of this conversation. He didn't want to be here, he didn't want to be proved right. "If I'd dismissed you like that, behind your back..." He didn't even know how to say it. She would have been incensed, stricken just as much as he was now. Maybe it shouldn't matter, maybe he was making a big fucking deal out of it, but he'd never been in the position before where someone he cared about had cut him down like that. He shrugged, struggling to pull himself back. "Never mind," he said. It was pointless to try and explain. He pulled open the door and walked away.