"I want to be a good doctor without alienating everyone around me," Foreman snapped. He'd always been the best. All throughout med school, his internship, his residency. He wasn't Cameron--he wasn't lobby art. And he'd worked damn hard for it. It had always been a simple equation. Put in the hours, do the studying, go the extra mile, and get rewarded for it. Get impressed nods from his superiors and envy from his colleagues. The only time it wasn't like that was with House. No matter what he did, he wasn't good enough. Being right wasn't enough.
And when he'd left--landed himself exactly the job he'd trained for--being right still wasn't enough. Yeah, the problem was that House could get away with it. He was so intolerably smug, like nothing that happened could touch him.
Foreman had felt great. Proud. Right up until the moment Dr. Schaeffer told him he was fired. With a sigh, Foreman sat down again. He didn't feel like showing how badly he'd been defeated, but it seeped through. It wasn't a bad decision. Wonderful reassurance. "Thanks," he said tiredly. It sounded sarcastic, but who cared? House didn't deserve his sincerity. "And I suppose you're going to teach me how to get away with whatever the hell I want next time?"
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Date: 2008-10-01 01:23 am (UTC)And when he'd left--landed himself exactly the job he'd trained for--being right still wasn't enough. Yeah, the problem was that House could get away with it. He was so intolerably smug, like nothing that happened could touch him.
Foreman had felt great. Proud. Right up until the moment Dr. Schaeffer told him he was fired. With a sigh, Foreman sat down again. He didn't feel like showing how badly he'd been defeated, but it seeped through. It wasn't a bad decision. Wonderful reassurance. "Thanks," he said tiredly. It sounded sarcastic, but who cared? House didn't deserve his sincerity. "And I suppose you're going to teach me how to get away with whatever the hell I want next time?"