Foreman breathed out, annoyed at her response. Obviously not being laughed at would be better than having that snickering following them. But it wasn't the point. "The case is over," he said. "I'm not here being your boss. Or theirs." House's mockery had done one thing right. He'd reinforced that Foreman was in charge when he was gone. As long as Foreman could point to that--and keep on top of the differentials, more than he had this time--then he could keep being right, and eventually he'd use that to make sure the candidates followed his instructions.

But like he'd said--that wasn't why he was here. Amber wanted to drag some confession out of him, but all Foreman felt was yanked from one emotional extreme to the other. He crossed his arms, wishing she'd stop pacing and face him. "I want to know what went wrong!" he said. He hated to be corrected after the fact. His shame at making any mistake made hearing ways to improve himself excruciating, but he'd learned during med school to take the hits as they came and steel himself to eliminate the mistakes next time. It was the only way to get as good as he needed to be. As far as he knew, everything they'd been fighting about went right back to the moment when Amber had decided not only to replace his treatment with hers, but to give them both at the same time, a damn piece of recklessness, not to mention it led them down two wrong paths at the same time. He'd tried to tell her everything that had bothered him about that, but they'd all got jumbled together. The scientific inaccuracy, the medical negligence, and the fact that she'd hurt him. Just-- "Why--" He snapped his mouth shut, wishing he could solder his lips shut rather than ask. He already knew Amber thought it was 'best for the patient'. He wasn't going to get more of an answer than that. "Is this the only chance I get?" he asked instead, and braced himself for her reply.