Thank you to lorilann, Flame31, methehuman, Melanie Prichett, espergirl04, roxy and Jen's Lost ER, for reviewing. I appreciate it sooo much.

Another thing: I forgot to add a disclaimer onto chapter 1, obviouslyI don't own ER, I'm not filthy rich, and I don't live in a mansion. On the same thred I don't live in the U, and i believe you guys have season 12 now? If so I havent seen any of it, so please, no spoilers. Well, here's the second chapter:

Chapter 2: Can it get any worse?

Neela's body seemed to be acting of it's own accord, making her walk into the trauma room, even though her head didn't want to. She stood there staring at Ray, going over his chart and making a mental picture of what had happened that day. He had had 16 units of blood go through him, so he must have lost a lot, and it had taken nearly 4 hours to get him stable. He had had internal bleeding, in his abdomen and his brain, and he needed major surgery. He moved his arm, and she drew back, she didn't ant him to know she was here. She didn't know what she was doing here. She wanted to deny it, wanted to pretend that she wasn't feeling what she thought she was feeling. She couldn't. There was no way on earth that she could. But she did. When she had almost lost him, without even knowing it, she'd finally come to realise that she wanted to be with Ray. 'But you love Michael', her inner voice said, the voice who was still trying to deny this feeling. 'You can't possibly love Ray'. She got up quickly and walked out the room, afraid that she was becoming addicted to just watching him sleep.

She spent the rest of her shift thinking about him, trying desperately hard not to, but failing. When she finally finished her shift, she visited Abby, then, whilst leaving she bumped into Kovac. He told her that Ray had come out of the OR and was going to be OK, knowing that they were roommates and she would want to know. She dawdled back to their flat, arriving to find it empty, almost lifeless. She flicked on the TV and cooked herself dinner but she found she couldn't eat it. She hadn't been paying attention to the sitcom that was showing on the TV but she saw the news starting and figured she should watch it, they might know why the two trains had collided.

The theme tune stopped and the anchor started up. "And in tonight's news; Terrorists are at it again, explosions in all major US cities, as well as the capitals of England, Canada and Australia. We have the news from Washington as the President makes his speech. In another day of violence in Iraq insurgent kill 30 US soldiers…" Neela ignored the rest of the news. In the hospital, worried about Ray, she hadn't realised that this wasn't the only other attack. Then she realised the anchor had said something about n attack on London. But it would be nearing midnight in London, she couldn't ring her parents now. She was sure they'd be OK, London was a big enough city after all. But she couldn't stop wandering.

She fell into a restless sleep around 10pm, but was woken at 2 that morning by the 'phone ringing. She struggled to find the 'phone in the dim light, but then clasped it and answered it in a sleep soaked voice. "Barnett/Rasgotra residence"

"Neela?" a distraught voice called down the 'phone.

"Sonita? Why are you calling, it's the middle of the night?" Still too tired to realise the despair in her sister's voice

"It is? Well this is important. You have to come home Neela."

"Why, my home is here, in Chicago, now"

"But, Neela, surely you heard of the attack yesterday?"

"Yes", now Neela snapped to her senses. Something wasn't right. She started to panic, wondering what could have happened.

"Mother and father went to see Rajiv yesterday. They were on the bus that those barmy terrorists attacked!"

"Are they alright?" panic started overwhelming her.

"Father is OK, but Rajiv and Mother are both…" Sonita's voice trailed off, it was as if she couldn't say those dreadful words.

Neela could barely whisper them "dead?"

"Yes"

'Oh my, I can't deal with this now. First Ray, now my parents. What am I going to do,' thought Neela. "Can I call you back later?" she asked Sonita.

"Yes, but we need to know what you're going to do"

"I'll call first thing in the morning, but now I need to get some sleep."

"'Bye then"

"Bye"

But Neela didn't get any sleep. She was tossing and turning all night, and was almost relieved when she had to get up and answer the door at 8 o' clock that morning.

As she opened the door to her flat she saw who it was. Pratt. 'What's he doing here' thought Neela, failing to notice the swollen red eyes.

Thanks for reading guys. Please review (as ever)And have happy nights to happy days. Upside-down dreamer.