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Title: To Fall (and Crash)
Rating: T, for some mekkin' out, I guess.
This is set after Strange Bedfellows; dismayed by the absence of Roomie scenes last night, I decided to…er…write. Or attempt to, anyway. Don't know where I'm going with this quite yet (it's probably painfully apparent), but hopefully I'll figure it out. ANGST. I know (not to mention hope) this will not happen in canon, at least not when Neela's still married or so soon after…you know, for the spoiled ones, but it's fun in la-la land, 'idn't it?
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She had to leave.
It was one of the most important decisions that she'd ever had to make in her life. She felt the importance. She also felt the pain, the pain of wondering why…why her conflicted emotions all pointed toward the same person: Ray. Perhaps, it would had been easier to just give in, lean in, and sink her teeth into his tongue, but Neela Rasgotra always knew consequences follow rash, impulsive decisions; hell, look at her marriage with Michael. But she had wanted to do it, so bad, wanted to devour him in a way that she had never wanted to do to her husband.
"Neela?" Morris waved a hand in front of her face. "Woo-hoo, Earth to Neela. Stitch job in Curtain 3?"
Neela snapped out of her reverie at the front desk and dropped the pen she was holding. She grabbed the chart out of Morris' outstretched hand and promptly proceeded toward the curtain.
Gazing at her, Morris shook his head. "Is she PMSing?" When he looked around and realized no one was listening, he let out a nervous cough and muttered, "I guess not."
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Neela drew back the curtain and introduced herself to the patient, asking him what had happened. "I was, uh, skating, and I…fell," he replied. The young man brought his leg up and showed Neela a two inch gash across his shin. He had been covering it with some gauze.
"Alright, Ben, I'll stitch that up for you in a minute," she jotted down some notes. "Is your mom or dad here, Ben?" asked Neela, as she gathered up some supplies.
Ben nodded. "My mom went to the cafeteria. Said she'd be back in a bit."
"Okay, I'm going to need you to scoot back a bit..." Neela set to work.
She's been throwing herself in work lately, after the whole moving out debacle with Ray. She was being a coward, she knew it, but the knowledge only pushed her farther. She tried to avoid him at all costs, taking shifts when she knew he wouldn't be, taking extra shifts when she knew he wouldn't be. He tried calling her, many times, but she would never pick up. She couldn't. Facing him would throw her into a tailspin, one in which she could not come out of unscathed.
"All done. I'll be right back." She closed the curtain as she left and passed by Morris. Turning her head back, she scoffed, "I'm not PMSing, Morris."
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A loud knock brought Neela's attention away from the television. With an annoyed grunt, she pulled herself from the couch. When she opened the door and saw her visitor, she immediately got ready to close it.
"Wait." Ray brought his elbow out. "Don't close it. Please, Neela. We need to talk." He pleaded with his bloodshot eyes. "Please," he begged.
Already feeling the tears well up in her eyes, Neela complied and left the door open. She stood back to let him in, knowing it was a mistake in doing so.
He stepped in and closed the door, closing in on her. Until she was staring at his neck. She tilted her head up. "Ray…I can't do this right now."
He abruptly wrapped his arms around her waist and brought her up, bring his mouth to hers. Their lips met, and so did Neela's back and the door; suddenly they were all over each other like rabid animals. He forced her mouth open and crashed his teeth against hers, grinding himself into her. Their hands clutched, grabbed, felt everything.
Neela immediately tried to rationalize the situation but failed, miserably, and there they were, for quite some time, in a passionate, erotic, embrace. Her conscious flew back to her, finally, and she pushed his arms away and untangled her legs from his back, squirming until she was free. Mostly, anyway, as he was still sucking at her top lip.
His bottom lip grazed over her left eye as she awkwardly slid to the floor and laid her head on her knee. She started to cry, silently. Ray knelt down in front of her, using his hands to raise her face and pressed his forehead against hers, eyes shut. And there they sat.