It worked out to being one of the longest days Foreman could remember. He hadn't slept well last night, cramped in an on-call bed, constantly woken up by other doctors opening the door and the muted sound of pages over the PA system. He'd been worried about the case, and about Amber, so that his mind had never fully quit circling around everything he'd said, and she'd said, and what the tests had shown. A day spent making it all look good for Legal had him tensing up, too. Cuddy's annoyance was probably usual for dealing with a malpractice suit in Diagnostics, but to Foreman it felt like she'd expected him to screw up, and he'd only confirmed her worst fears. He kept wanting to justify himself, and clamping his mouth shut instead. There was no point getting defensive. She'd hired him back and she knew what he brought to the team. There'd been no threats about firing him, but Foreman knew he wasn't making any headway at redeeming himself, either.
Didn't matter. He got free eventually, a little sooner than the candidates, so he hung around in House's office. He could've gone somewhere else--Amber would page him--but he didn't feel like running into House and hearing about his amazing two-day vacation, or what he thought of Foreman's decisions. As long as Diagnostics was where work was happening, House would be elsewhere. Foreman caught up on a few emails, keeping contacts open, doing the final revisions on his latest paper and submitting it, so the day didn't turn out to be a total waste.
He leaned back in House's desk chair when Amber came through the door, letting his head loll back and smiling at her. The others were trailing out the conference room door. Foreman didn't really give a shit what they thought. Running after Amber this morning would tell them all they needed to know. A smile wouldn't make a difference. "Yeah, only here waiting on paperwork," he said. "Otherwise I would've been home by now." He let his smile grow, warming as he took in her appearance, her good mood. "The personalized delivery is a nice touch."
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Didn't matter. He got free eventually, a little sooner than the candidates, so he hung around in House's office. He could've gone somewhere else--Amber would page him--but he didn't feel like running into House and hearing about his amazing two-day vacation, or what he thought of Foreman's decisions. As long as Diagnostics was where work was happening, House would be elsewhere. Foreman caught up on a few emails, keeping contacts open, doing the final revisions on his latest paper and submitting it, so the day didn't turn out to be a total waste.
He leaned back in House's desk chair when Amber came through the door, letting his head loll back and smiling at her. The others were trailing out the conference room door. Foreman didn't really give a shit what they thought. Running after Amber this morning would tell them all they needed to know. A smile wouldn't make a difference. "Yeah, only here waiting on paperwork," he said. "Otherwise I would've been home by now." He let his smile grow, warming as he took in her appearance, her good mood. "The personalized delivery is a nice touch."