The moment the door swung shut behind her, Amber accelerated her pace as if the faster she went, the further she'd get from her humiliation. But it tagged doggedly after her, growing hotter with every firm clack of her heel against the ground. She'd lost it, the other losers would be thinking; House’d just be crowing, smug to squash someone into a greater misery than his. And Eric-- he'd be all professional, face calm as if he weren't fucking pissed at her for making a scene.
They'd solved the case, hadn't they? Got Brennan kicked off the team, making that one rival less for her to maim. Why couldn't she be happier over her victory?
Amber patted her coat pocket, looking for her cell phone. The least she could do was call security and get them to keep track of Brennan. Then she could report as much to House, confirming her cover story for her shameful escape. She'd look him straight in the eye and say, Brennan won't ever get back into hospital, and she'd say it with full conviction, because it'd be true. And if he tried to poke fun of her about Eric again, she'd sidestep it with a regal That's personal, and that would be that. Easy. Simple. And it wouldn't work for even a second because House wouldn't let anyone, not even her, get away with easy or simple.
Nurses streamed in either direction; this was the way to the ER, so it was a particularly busy corridor. Voices competed for each other over the clamor other voices, squeaking wheels, shuffling feet. Amber moved up against the wall to make her call, needing to at least try. No sooner than she looked up than her expression darkened further: Eric. Eric, battling the human tide, gaze aimed at her.
She turned around, cupping a hand to her free ear, and waited for the hospital security to pick up on the other end. Maybe Eric would get the fucking hint.
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They'd solved the case, hadn't they? Got Brennan kicked off the team, making that one rival less for her to maim. Why couldn't she be happier over her victory?
Amber patted her coat pocket, looking for her cell phone. The least she could do was call security and get them to keep track of Brennan. Then she could report as much to House, confirming her cover story for her shameful escape. She'd look him straight in the eye and say, Brennan won't ever get back into hospital, and she'd say it with full conviction, because it'd be true. And if he tried to poke fun of her about Eric again, she'd sidestep it with a regal That's personal, and that would be that. Easy. Simple. And it wouldn't work for even a second because House wouldn't let anyone, not even her, get away with easy or simple.
Nurses streamed in either direction; this was the way to the ER, so it was a particularly busy corridor. Voices competed for each other over the clamor other voices, squeaking wheels, shuffling feet. Amber moved up against the wall to make her call, needing to at least try. No sooner than she looked up than her expression darkened further: Eric. Eric, battling the human tide, gaze aimed at her.
She turned around, cupping a hand to her free ear, and waited for the hospital security to pick up on the other end. Maybe Eric would get the fucking hint.