[OPEN] In the absence of alcohol
Amber was due on another Clinic shift in half an hour. She didn't actually mind the Clinic most days, and it did break the monotony of working in the Radiology department day in, day out. She was still only a part-time employee and that probably wouldn't change in the immediate future unless there was some force of miracle. Cuddy was adamant she would only give her part-time hours so soon after the accident, especially in the of the fact Amber up and did something like nearly dying. Time to recuperate would be needed, probably more mentally than emotionally.
Slotting some coins into the coffee machine up the hall from Radiology, Amber just shook her head. She felt fine. She could actually really use some extra work to keep her sane. Whenever she was home on her days off, she became starkly conscious that her relationship with Wilson was done and dusted. Amber had ended it after the accident. Nearly losing your life because of a stupid move on House's part... well, Amber's tolerance for the miserable doctor had diluted to almost nothing. Sure, she could cope with him in her job, but in her personal life? No way. She put up with it because she loved Wilson and she thought they maybe had something long-term that was progressing nicely and making her happy. But House had always been like a thorn in her side from day one and she was tired of competing. When she got on that bus to make sure he didn't kill himself, and in turn nearly died herself, it was just the last straw. Wilson would never set any ground rules of stop House coming between him and his relationships. Amber just didn't want to play that fiery game anymore.
She hit the latte button, even if it she knew it was going to be a weak imitation of a true latte. She needed a hit of caffeine for her next shift, which hopefully wouldn't be totally mind-numbing.
Slotting some coins into the coffee machine up the hall from Radiology, Amber just shook her head. She felt fine. She could actually really use some extra work to keep her sane. Whenever she was home on her days off, she became starkly conscious that her relationship with Wilson was done and dusted. Amber had ended it after the accident. Nearly losing your life because of a stupid move on House's part... well, Amber's tolerance for the miserable doctor had diluted to almost nothing. Sure, she could cope with him in her job, but in her personal life? No way. She put up with it because she loved Wilson and she thought they maybe had something long-term that was progressing nicely and making her happy. But House had always been like a thorn in her side from day one and she was tired of competing. When she got on that bus to make sure he didn't kill himself, and in turn nearly died herself, it was just the last straw. Wilson would never set any ground rules of stop House coming between him and his relationships. Amber just didn't want to play that fiery game anymore.
She hit the latte button, even if it she knew it was going to be a weak imitation of a true latte. She needed a hit of caffeine for her next shift, which hopefully wouldn't be totally mind-numbing.