Sam followed Ray outside. "What's wrong, Ray?"

"Is everyone going to be concerned about me?" Ray pulled his jacket tighter around his neck. "I'm just tired of the snow. That's it!" He emphasized.

"Sorry. You just seem edgier than normal." Sam held her hands up in retreat.

Luka stormed out and found Ray. "Go home, Ray. Until you work out your attitude, don't bother reporting back."

"You don't even want to know, do you?" Ray shouted.

Luka looked back at him. "No, Ray. I don't. You've been a real asshole today and it's time you went home and fixed your attitude."

"Fine!" Ray couldn't figure out what had started his mood, but he knew what was going on now. A young 16 year old boy with a broken spine. It affected him and he knew all too well why.

Neela came home and found Ray standing over the kitchen counter. His head was lowered and his shoulders curved. His hands seemed to grip the counter as though it was his only support. She had known all day that he was bothered by something, but Ray would never say. He may be open about some things, but there's a lot more he'll hold to himself. She walked quietly up behind him when she saw it. With all the times he doesn't wear a shirt here, how could I have never noticed it before? She traced the scar on Ray's lower back, causing him to jump. "Sorry. I was just…"

"It's nothing. I fell off a bike." Ray snorted.

"A five inch scar? From a bike fall?" Neela didn't believe his story.

"It was a Ducati, if you must know." Ray sat on the couch.

"It's minus 15 outside, Ray. Why aren't you wearing a shirt?" Neela sat next to him. Despite the mutual civility they had to each other, she found herself extremely concerned for him at this point.

"I'm hot."

"Ray." Neela knew she shouldn't push, but she couldn't help herself. Her roommate was suffering from something and she wanted to find out what it was. "Are you depressed or something?'

"Or something." Ray walked to his room.

Neela followed him. "I'm serious, Ray."

"So am I, Neela." He shut his door, but she flung it open. "What?"

"Talk to me, Ray." Her hair fell over her shoulder and there was something about her. He felt it. He had to be a part of her. "What?" Neela noticed his stare.

Ray shook his head. "Nothing. Look, Neela, I know you're here if I ever feel like talking, but this is something I just can't."

She had never seen him so vulnerable. She walked over to him and gave him a hug. "I know." She looked up at him and despite how safe she felt in his arms, Neela pulled away. "Ray, I ju…" she felt it rise in her. She knew what that look was. He wanted to be one with her and she felt the same, but she was dating Gallant and it wouldn't be right. After all, I love Michael, right? She reasoned with herself. Who, other than Ray and me would know? Would Ray say…no, of course not. Ray's not the sort of man to br…wait. Yes, he is the sort to brag of his conquests. The war raged in her head. During this time, Ray softly stroked her hair. Neela looked up at him and drew herself to him. Their lips met and suddenly, Ray forgot what was bothering him.

Without warning, Ray pulled away. "This isn't right, Neela." He couldn't believe he was saying that. He wanted her since he first saw her and now that he had a chance to have her, he refused.

"Why? Am I too old?" It was meant to be sarcastic, but Neela saw the hurt in Ray's eyes. "I didn't mean it like that, Ray. I'm sorry."

"Just go, Neela. Please. Before I change my mind." Ray's voice was softer than Neela ever heard it before.

She left and sat on the edge of her bed. "What's wrong with him?" She wondered. She gasped and put her hand over her mouth. "What's wrong with me?"

Ray made his way into the locker room the next evening. Luka looked at him. "I thought I told you to not come back…"

"One in a million?" Ray put his lab coat on.

"What?" Luka looked at him perplexed.

"You told that kid yesterday it was a one in a million shot he'd walk again."

"Yes because it's…"

"What if it's his shot, Luka?" Ray asked.

"What?"

"What if it was his shot?" Ray sat on the lounge couch. "You don't know that it's not, Luka."

Luka looked at him. "I'm afraid I don't know what you're talking about."

Ray stood up. "Forget it then." He walked out and checked the board for patients.