House knew perfectly well whom he'd left in charge, so why the hell was he asking? And why her specifically? Amber's mouth straightened out into a dissatisfied, thin line. This was about her and Eric, wasn't it. Either House was getting in more digs at her or he wanted to judge the state of their relationship by what she said.
"You left Eric in charge, you know that," she snapped, regretting her reaction at once. Damn. Fuck. In a split-second reaction, no time to think and everyone watching her, she’d let her feelings fly. How could she know exactly, with utmost calm and certainty, how to orchestrate the reversal of a cardiac arrest, and yet fail so badly at answering a simple question? It wasn't even personal! Just a factual statement! Amber's face warmed over, adding to her humiliation. Oh, everyone was going to get a kick out of this, the great CTB making a fool of herself.
"Hiss, hissss." The guitar's strum accentuated House's voice, the sounds like fighting cats. "Was that your tail I just stepped on?" He was getting a kick out of this, the asshole. "Didn't realize you'd be so sensitive over Eric."
She hadn't said one word right. Time to fix this. With a waxen smile, Amber ground out, "You're right, my response was inappropriate. What I meant to say was, you left Foreman in charge."
Amber wanted out. Case was solved, House was delighting in being mean, and she wasn't in a state to deal with it. She couldn't just flee, though, not on the heels of her latest fuck-up. "I'll go make sure Brennan leaves the hospital; can’t trust a word he says." With that, she turned around and walked out as quickly as she could without seeming like she'd turned tail.
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"You left Eric in charge, you know that," she snapped, regretting her reaction at once. Damn. Fuck. In a split-second reaction, no time to think and everyone watching her, she’d let her feelings fly. How could she know exactly, with utmost calm and certainty, how to orchestrate the reversal of a cardiac arrest, and yet fail so badly at answering a simple question? It wasn't even personal! Just a factual statement! Amber's face warmed over, adding to her humiliation. Oh, everyone was going to get a kick out of this, the great CTB making a fool of herself.
"Hiss, hissss." The guitar's strum accentuated House's voice, the sounds like fighting cats. "Was that your tail I just stepped on?" He was getting a kick out of this, the asshole. "Didn't realize you'd be so sensitive over Eric."
She hadn't said one word right. Time to fix this. With a waxen smile, Amber ground out, "You're right, my response was inappropriate. What I meant to say was, you left Foreman in charge."
Amber wanted out. Case was solved, House was delighting in being mean, and she wasn't in a state to deal with it. She couldn't just flee, though, not on the heels of her latest fuck-up. "I'll go make sure Brennan leaves the hospital; can’t trust a word he says." With that, she turned around and walked out as quickly as she could without seeming like she'd turned tail.