Right, Foreman thought to himself. House was accusing him of sabotaging 'this'. This...whatever. "Not running away now," he said, sitting back in his chair with a breezy confidence he didn't altogether feel. He'd spent all of Sunday deciding on ways to avoid House, to avoid the issue, to avoid 'this'. And now a little provocation from House had him changing his mind? Offering himself up, like he actually wanted a relationship? He should be giving himself a neurological exam. It wasn't really an offer, though, if all he was doing was rejecting House's analysis, along with his exploratory jabs to see where Foreman flinched when he poked.
Feeling contrary, Foreman shot down House's shooting down of the rest of the cases the fellows were presenting. Foreman would probably have to find some time later today for all six patients to get treatment; if House had accepted them, that meant they were signed in to Diagnostics. At least they'd be simple enough, and there were more than enough fellows with too much time on their hands to run the tests and monitor treatments. Foreman had figured out which case House wanted before he even got to it. "You don't care about any of these patients," he said, feeling like he was speaking from far too much personal experience. "All you care about is which one's going to be the most fun to mess with. You'll probably take the girl with heatstroke just so you can make jokes about women drivers."
Foreman smirked a bit at his ability to predict House's reactions. He'd had enough practice at it professionally, and he was beginning to get an insider's look to just how obstinate House was personally, too. If he pushed, House pushed back; if he pushed too far, House rolled over and loved it. Foreman was most uneasy about the fact that he kind of wanted to find out exactly where that line was drawn. "There's nothing wrong with her that IV fluids won't cure."
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Date: 2008-12-03 08:10 am (UTC)Feeling contrary, Foreman shot down House's shooting down of the rest of the cases the fellows were presenting. Foreman would probably have to find some time later today for all six patients to get treatment; if House had accepted them, that meant they were signed in to Diagnostics. At least they'd be simple enough, and there were more than enough fellows with too much time on their hands to run the tests and monitor treatments. Foreman had figured out which case House wanted before he even got to it. "You don't care about any of these patients," he said, feeling like he was speaking from far too much personal experience. "All you care about is which one's going to be the most fun to mess with. You'll probably take the girl with heatstroke just so you can make jokes about women drivers."
Foreman smirked a bit at his ability to predict House's reactions. He'd had enough practice at it professionally, and he was beginning to get an insider's look to just how obstinate House was personally, too. If he pushed, House pushed back; if he pushed too far, House rolled over and loved it. Foreman was most uneasy about the fact that he kind of wanted to find out exactly where that line was drawn. "There's nothing wrong with her that IV fluids won't cure."