Foreman chuckled when House tried to needle him about quitting again. He was right. House was going to harp on the same theme until Foreman didn't care anymore. The most annoying immunization ever, but an effective one.
Maybe it was true that House could only be bothered with people who'd tried to get away from him and then chosen to come back. He supposed he was proving House wrong on one count. House didn't trust people to stick around, but even House at his worst hadn't driven Foreman away entirely. It was a minor victory, but one he wouldn't mind rubbing in House's face, just by not letting up and arguing with him at every step.
24 didn't have time to answer back before the elevator doors opened. Foreman reviewed what he'd managed to read of the patient's chart. He was young, seventeen, admitted complaining of headache, blurry vision, and--the magic symptom that made the rest interesting--hearing loss. By the time they reached the room, two of the other candidates had arrived and had started working on the patient. They'd just managed to get the seizures under control.
Foreman stayed out of the action at first. The fellows were competent as a crash team--they'd have to be, working for House--and Foreman took the opportunity to observe what he could about the patient's condition. He already had a list of possible diagnoses ready...if House chose to ask him.
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Date: 2008-10-11 01:04 am (UTC)Maybe it was true that House could only be bothered with people who'd tried to get away from him and then chosen to come back. He supposed he was proving House wrong on one count. House didn't trust people to stick around, but even House at his worst hadn't driven Foreman away entirely. It was a minor victory, but one he wouldn't mind rubbing in House's face, just by not letting up and arguing with him at every step.
24 didn't have time to answer back before the elevator doors opened. Foreman reviewed what he'd managed to read of the patient's chart. He was young, seventeen, admitted complaining of headache, blurry vision, and--the magic symptom that made the rest interesting--hearing loss. By the time they reached the room, two of the other candidates had arrived and had started working on the patient. They'd just managed to get the seizures under control.
Foreman stayed out of the action at first. The fellows were competent as a crash team--they'd have to be, working for House--and Foreman took the opportunity to observe what he could about the patient's condition. He already had a list of possible diagnoses ready...if House chose to ask him.