Having finished by multi-chapter fics for now (a sequel is coming for Not So Lost In America) I have resorted to finishing off my to-do list, this fic and another called I Dream, which is on it's way, but finished. I need to go down my to-do list in fanfiction which is now ten long not fourteen. Anyways, here is a one-shot Ray/Neela friendship (shock horror!) I hope you like it.
Running out of the apartment block, late as per usual, they both raced to catch the El for County. So much for working opposite shifts, they always seemed to be working together along with Abby/ 'The Three Amigos' as Morris liked to call them. He loved to call them out on this they did wrong. Like last week, Abby's failure to recall simple respiratory principles, Neela putting umbilical lines in, on a Newborn, without supervision and Ray's fatal air embolism. She had holy agreed then that getting 'Mad drunk and picking a bar fight with a load of Lockhart's' was a good idea.
Sitting down in two vacant seats, Ray and Neela talked about the usual things. Who was paying what, who would do the shopping, when Ray's next gig was, and where. As the train pulled into their stop they leapt from their seats and walked briskly side-by-side down the steps to the hospital. As they neared the bottom a piece of invisible ice played booby-trap to Neela as she slipped.
Falling down five steps to the bottom, Ray having reached out to grab her, narrowly missing, he watched her fall, jumping down after her landing as aid at her side.
"Bullocks!" she exclaimed loudly. Hearing her ankle make such a cracking noise couldn't be healthy.
"Neela are you okay?" asked a now crouching Ray.
"I think I twisted my ankle." She offered reaching out a hand, which Ray grabbed as he stood and helped her up. The slightest pressure on her foot and a seething pain shot though her left limb. Falling slightly, she stopped as a pair of strong arms caught her.
"Okay, Roomie. That ankle's not right, let's get you inside and I'll see what I can do." He picked her up bridal style and carried her towards the doors and straight through to Admit. "What's free?"
"What you guy's get married or something and need somewhere to consummate you're married before work?" Frank asked deadpan and serious. Ray gave him a look that told him to 'get real and be helpful' before Frank spoke again. "Curtain Four's open."
"Thank you Frank." Ray carried the girl in his arms over to the bed and lay her down, propping her ankle on the bed straight out in front of her. "Right stay there I'll go chuck our stuff in our lockers and I'll be right back."
On his return Ray was carrying a chart and was filling out the details. "Right Dr. Rasgotra, what seems to be the problem?"
"My retard of a roommate can't catch?" Ray tilted his head at her and smiled.
"I did try, but if you were so intent on ice skating, you could have said, I would have taking you to the rink at Millennium Park after out shift."
"You're funny; you should stop all this band nonsense and become a stand up comedian."
"I do try." Ray smiled once more handing the chart to Neela before taking it upon himself to check over her ankle. An involuntary spark shot through Neela as his fingers went about running over her bare ankle. "That a pretty bad sprain, you'll want to get a few x-rays to check. But you should be out of here on crutches before the shifts out." He smiled before disappearing to look after a few more patients.
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A few hours had past before Ray finally came back with x-rays in hand.
"You know frm the speed at which your moving, I'm not surprised people hate going to hospital, you have to wait so long for anything to happen!"
"For you information Roomie, I've gotten ten patients out of here since I brought you in, so if you wouldn't mind." He went to hold the films up to the light to show her what was wrong, "From the way you landed," he started to explain before she took the films from him and held them up to the light, "As you can see here, you've chipped a piece of the bone off, off of your ankle bone, and you've got some bruising to the cartilage in your heel, but apart from that you'll alright, you'll know there's not a whole lot surgery can do about the mini piece of bon apart from say 'rest and let it heal' so I prescribe bed rest and a doting roommate for you."
He took the films back from her and put them in the file. "You, Dr. Rasgotra, are good to go, let me just find you some crutches, and as we're pretty dead Pratt's given me permission to take you home and make sure you get better."
Before Neela could respond Ray made his way to the door to pick up a pair of short crutches for her to use. "Sam made a good job of you're bandage." He commented looking at the handy work before Neela turned off the bed to stand. She didn't have her shoe on, but she had been wearing her smart shoes and they only dug into her sore ankle, so she left it discarded on the floor.
"We'll need to get some more bandages to change it later." Neela said as Ray helped her stand.
"I'll grab some from the lock-up when I got get our coats." He offered as she began to make her way to admit. "I'm signing her out and me off." Ray said turning away to grab their coats back from the locker room.
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"RAY!" Neela found herself shouting at the top of her lungs. The television remote was just out of reach, and Celebrity Poker was about to start.
"What?" after five hours of answering her every call, her every need, he had had enough, she couldn't or wouldn't do anything on her own. He appeared from his room with an annoyed look on his face before it cracked into laughter as he saw her stuck between the coffee table and sofa. "How the hell did you manage that?" He asked walking over and hitching her up to the sofa by her underarms.
"Remote." The only answer he received with her pointing at it. He picked it up, slumped down next to her and switched to the channel that Celebrity Poker was starting on. "Thanks." She smiled, before settling on the sofa, head on his shoulder watching her favourite program.
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