Part 2:

Authors note: Thanks for the reviews. I was a little nervous about posting this story… I don't usually write about Ray, but it seems as though you like it, and I like that;) Oh… and this fic is made because of my love to Lifehouse… I'd like to give them the credit for the plot. Just listen to the song "Just another name" and you'll know what I mean…

Uh, and I'd like to say that I'm sorry for not posting, but I just kinda forgot about this fic, and then my computer didn't work for a couple of months either, but now I'm up and I promise to post more often from now on!

And just another note: I've changed my penname, because I wanted something more neutral if I wanted to write abour other shows. (My old penname was CrazyForCarby)

Ray walked out into the hall in deep thoughts. Who was that girl he was treating? He knew that he'd seen her before, but where. He had to admit that she looked better than the average patient he'd se on an average day… and she liked the song! Ray smiled to himself. It was kinda his own little secret that he actually liked Lifehouse. It wasn't really the kind of music that his friends heard. Lots of them thought that it was a bit to cheesy. He didn't think that he'd meet anyone else than him, who also liked the raspy voice of Jason Wade, the lead singer of the band. But then… here at the hospital! And a girl in a formal party-dress!

"Ray!" Ray turned around as he heard his name being called.

He turned around to see Morris wave at him. Ray sighed. He didn't really like Morris, actually he found him rather self-pitying and annoying. Sometimes he felt like every time he went to town to have some fun or play with his band he found that hated little red-haired man stalking him. Well… it looked like the guy actually had a patient to dump on him, so Ray thought that he had to go over there.

Morris was standing next to a little man, who - despite the fact that he actually looked very sympatric – had a hard look on his face.

"Good day, Sir." Ray flashed his charming smile. "Dr. Barnett to your service." Then he bowed in a mocking way. Ray couldn't help it. The man looked so pissed that it was impossible not to tease him.

"Well, Dr… Barnett," the stranger said, not looking at all too pleased with Rays joke. "Could you please show me the way to Jane Walkers room?"

"And you are related to her in what way?" Ray asked him suspiciously.

"I am her manager. Now could you speed up a bit?" the man asked impatiently. "I'm Dean by the way," he added in a much friendlier tone.

"Well… It's this way, Dean" Ray said coldly, not at all liking this man, 'Jackass,' he added in his mind.

Later that day, Ray was buried in a stack of charts, which didn't seem to become smaller despite the fact that he'd been working on them for several hours. He stretched his body and sighed loudly.

"That Jane Walker is so hot!" Morris said dreamingly. Ray shot him out, a little uncomfortable with the situation.

"Did you know that she's in that new movie…? Man, I tell you… that girl is HOT in a bikini!" Morris kept going on.

"OK, Morris," Ray said. He just wanted to forget about her. She was way out of his reach anyway.

"Ray… Your famous girl wants to see you!" Chuny told as she rushed on towards a new patient.

"On my way," Ray yawned.

"Can I join you, my friend?" Morris asked. His eyes almost popped out of their holes.

Ray didn't even bother answering, he just sighed and shot Morris a telling glare. Then he went of towards Jane's room.

Ray pushed the heavy door of exam 2 open. The room was dark, but not too dark to see the outlines of a person sitting comfortably in the only bed of the room.

"Dr. Barnett," she smiled at him. "I was beginning to think that you'd forgotten all about me."

"Now, I could never do that, Miss Walker," Ray answered. He decided it best to keep some professional distance, even though he found it pretty hard in this case.

"I'm glad to hear," she said, "and it's Jane to you. I hate all that formal stuff."

"Well, then, call me Ray," Ray said to his own great surprise. What happened to professional distance? Nah, to hell with that, he thought.

"Have your manager been to see you yet?" Ray asked as casual as he could, trying to lead the conversation in another direction.

"Yeah… he has, and he is not pleased with you, I might add," she smiled at him.

"Oh…" Ray cursed his so called "luck". He just couldn't change the subject.

"What did you do to set him of?" Jane kept on with her inquiries. "Dean isn't usually the one for disliking anyone, but he even wanted me to get a new doc. I told him no, though. I like you."

"Well, I have to get on. But I promise to look in on you in a short while," Ray flashed her one last smile, before leaving the room.

About two minutes later, Ray found himself in the men room, looking at his own reflection in the mirror. His face was all pale and he had dark circles around his eyes. On his neck you could see a faint pink spot right above his shoulder. It was a fading hickey and a very real reminder of what he'd been up to in the weekend.

'God… what am I doing with my life?' Ray thought furiously to himself.

He knew it… it was obvious. Everyone knew it! Just the way they looked at him said it all: There goes Ray the junkie, that's Ray the freak, who is throwing his life away and don't give a damn about medicine or anything else. And it bugged him. Even though he tried his best to try and pretend that it didn't, he knew it. He was not himself, God dammit!

'Why am I thinking all this now?' Ray continued to think. He usually kept those feelings far, far away, but they had suddenly popped up to the surface again. He could only think of one reason: Jane Walker.

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