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In this story the accident never happened.

Ray:

"We have a snake bite in exam room 3." I hear Dr. Johnson yell to me as I walked out of the doctor's lounge.

"Did Johnny check Miss. Sexton's medical record for me?" I asked as I walked into exam room 3. Dr. Johnson simply nodded, his dark brown hair falling into his face, as he went on working on the snakebite patient that had just come in.

After I had got done treating three other patients; an 8 year old boy that had broken his leg when he fell from a tree, then a 27 year old man that got hit with a frying pan when he accidentally pissed off his 7 month pregnant wife, and finally a 20 year old woman who had been in a minor car accident. I decide to go outside and get me some fresh air. Louisiana's air was hot during this time of year, but I had gotten use to it. Besides, I grew up here and I love it. But I have to admit; I do miss all my friends back in Chicago. One person I miss more than anyone, my ex-roommate; Neela. 'Oh my God, Barnett! Your married, you shouldn't be thinking about another woman!' My mind screams at me. Sometimes I just can't help but think about her and how she is doing back in Chicago or if she is even still in Chicago.

I was ripped from my thoughts when I heard my name being called. "Raymond?" It was my wife, Kelly. Her sun-streaked blonde hair was pulled back into a loose ponytail; half her makeup was already worn off. But she still looked beautiful to me no matter what she looked like.

"Sorry, I was thinking. Is there something wrong?" I ask with an evil looking smile, as I walked towards her. She stands still as she gives me a bit of a confused look.

"Thinking? About what?" She asks me as she put her arms around my neck, looking at me with loving blue eyes.

"Oh, just thinking about what I'm gonna do to you when we get home." I replied with an evil grin as I bent my head down and gave her a tender kiss on the lips. Her lips were so smooth and soft. "Really now?" She replies back, narrowing her eyes at me, failing terribly at hiding her mischievous smile.

I lean down again to kiss her, her left hand playing with my short, light brown, spiky hair as she kisses me back. I deepen the kiss as I gently push her against the wall, as my hand slowly made its way up under her light pink, scrub shirt. She moans, pleasantly against my lips as I continued my teasing, which I loved to do to her. I barely pull away just long enough to say, "I love you." Then I hungrily kiss her again, but this time it was more passionate. Then she answers me back by saying between kisses. "I. Love. You. Too. Raymond." But it was short lived when an ambulance pulls in; we both slowly and reluctantly pull away from one another; time to go into doctor mode.

Neela:

I was finishing up another long hard day at County; I was in the doctor's lounge when I noticed that Ray's name was still on his old locker. "Has that been here this whole time?" I ask myself aloud, sadly.

"Yeah, it has." I turned around anxiously to see Abby sitting on the couch. "I'm sorry. I thought I was alone." I say feeling utterly embarrassed for talking to myself.

"No, I've been in here for a little while." She said laughing. "I feel like a total dumbass now! You caught me talking to my bloody self." I reply turning back to my locker.

"Its ok, I do it sometimes too, so don't feel bad." Abby says as she quickly getting up from her sitting position on the couch and walking up to my side. "You still love him don't you?" She asks me with a knowing smile on her face.

I close my eyes, but when I open them I couldn't help the tear that fell down my right cheek. Abby put her hand on my shoulder and pulled me into a friendly hug. "God, Abby! I miss him so much!" I whisper as I began to cry harder on my friend and coworker's shoulder. Abby pats on my back, trying to calm me down. "Shhh. Neela, we all miss Ray."

"But he never knew my true feelings for him!" I say, in between sobs. I pull away and walked to the couch, practically fall onto it. I have no idea how I live my life without him. I guess it is the thought that I some miracle he would walk through the doors of the hospital and back into my life. Seven years has past and there is still no sign from him, not even so much as a letter, phone call or e-mail.

That night I tried to drown my sorrow with beer and tequila, but nothing seemed to get the images and thoughts of Ray out of my head. About two months after Ray left I moved back into my old apartment, the one Ray and me once shared. 'Oh what I would give to have Ray her with me right now.' I thought to myself. Which only made me cry even worse. I cried myself to sleep and dreamt about Ray Barnett. 'Old things do die hard.' Was my last thought until the darkness took me.

A/N: I have had this story written for awhile but I had just never posted on here until now. My friend constantly aggravated me to post it on here. So I hope you guys like it!