With the last of his patience, Foreman brushed off the 'fetch' remark, but he gripped his mug hard enough to make his knuckles hurt. He'd known going in that House would have a field day with the job he was doing for Cuddy. That was most of the reason he'd turned her down the first time. Soon enough House would find something or someone else to make fun of, and in the meantime Foreman was determined to let every insult slide right off him, even if they did make his chest tighten with anger.
But what House said next shattered every last piece of his resolve. He knocked his cup down on the table and clenched his fists even tighter. What had happened at Mercy wasn't his fault. He'd been right, goddamn it. And he'd given in to the temptation to work outside the chain of command. He'd been impatient--following protocol would've taken too long--and he wanted to prove himself, show that he was just as good.
Just as good as House. "I am not turning into you," he said. "I made a bad decision. There were consequences. I'm not getting a free pass."
That was real difference. It wasn't that he was House; it was that Dr. Schaeffer wasn't Dr. Cuddy. "Go ahead and laugh," he said. "You weren't happy just getting in my way. You ruin whatever you get your hands on." He shook his head. House might be a great doctor--if you didn't talk to his patients--but everything he'd taught them, that they were invincible as long as they got the answer right--was all just so many lies.
"I saved my patient's life," he said. "I took a chance. I should feel great that it was great, right? You told me that."
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Date: 2008-09-30 10:57 pm (UTC)But what House said next shattered every last piece of his resolve. He knocked his cup down on the table and clenched his fists even tighter. What had happened at Mercy wasn't his fault. He'd been right, goddamn it. And he'd given in to the temptation to work outside the chain of command. He'd been impatient--following protocol would've taken too long--and he wanted to prove himself, show that he was just as good.
Just as good as House. "I am not turning into you," he said. "I made a bad decision. There were consequences. I'm not getting a free pass."
That was real difference. It wasn't that he was House; it was that Dr. Schaeffer wasn't Dr. Cuddy. "Go ahead and laugh," he said. "You weren't happy just getting in my way. You ruin whatever you get your hands on." He shook his head. House might be a great doctor--if you didn't talk to his patients--but everything he'd taught them, that they were invincible as long as they got the answer right--was all just so many lies.
"I saved my patient's life," he said. "I took a chance. I should feel great that it was great, right? You told me that."