This is my first ER fic! Please R&R and tell me how I did.
Neela and Ray pairing, set two weeks after 'Strange Bedfellows'
Disclaimer: Yeah right! I wish.
Neela walked into County. It had been two weeks since she had moved out of her and Ray's apartment. She had successfully avoided him at work, but how long could she keep that up? They had been working different shifts recently, but now she was on during the day again.
Neela got her patients' charts, all the while keeping an eye out for Ray. She hadn't seen him yet, but she knew he was there.
Meanwhile Ray was taking care of a rebellious teenager, knowing that Neela would be getting on any minute. He shook his head, trying to concentrate on the task at hand, and hoped that he would be able to get through at least a few minutes before his mind strayed back to her again.
"GSW to the head coming in!" The EMT pushed through the door with an old man on a gurney. Ray ran over and helped wheel the patient into a trauma room.
Before he even saw the man, Ray knew he was going to need surgery. And Ray wanted to be working on him when the surgeon on-call came in.
"What have we got?" Neela asked, walking into Trauma 1. She stopped for a second when she noticed who was working on the gunshot victim.
Ray looked up; their eyes met for a moment. Neither moved until Luka started to talk to Neela about the patient. She snapped back into reality and started to work on the patient.
Ray watched her as she quickly assessed the man and began trying to save him. He knew that she knew he was looking at her. Every now and then she would glance up at him, but she never said anything. As soon as the man was ready to be transported to the OR, Neela slipped out of the room.
Ray stared after her. Will we ever be able to talk again? He sighed and walked out to the admit desk, hoping the aching feeling would stop soon.
Neela walked outside and leaned against the wall. It was too hard to stay inside and see that look in Ray's eyes; she understood it too well.
"I love Michael," she whispered to herself. "He is my husband and I really do love him. I do – I love him!" Then why does it hurt so much to look at Ray? Another part of her mind questioned. Why is it so hard to go home and know that he is not going to be there, that we can't just relax and hang out together?
She sighed and rubbed her head, trying to sort out all these confusing feelings. Wrapped up in her own thoughts, she closed her eyes, and didn't notice the two men walk into the ER.
Please tell me what you think, but go easy. The second chapter will be going up later today or tomorrow, so hang in there. It'll get good then – this chapter was setting the scene.