Luka came out and looked at Ray. "Forget what?"

"What room is that kid from yesterday in?" Ray asked.

"Not sure." Luka replied. "Why?"

"No reason. He just needs some reassurance, that's all, Dr. Kovac." Ray called admin to find out the room. "Yes, he came in the ER yesterday…Braydon Shaver. Yes….Oh, I'm one of the doctors that worked on him and would like to see…Thanks." Ray hung up the phone. "I'll be back in a few." He made his way upstairs. He knocked on the door of the young man's room. "How you doin' buddy?" Ray's voice was full of unspoken concern.

"I've had better days for sure." Braydon laughed. "Yesterday, you seemed to be mad about what the other doctor said. Do you think I've a chance to ever walk again?"

"I can't say, but I would say that's you either will or you won't. That choice is yours." Ray sat down.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, it's just that…"

"Dr. Barnett, you're needed in the ER." Ray recognized Luka's voice.

Ray sighed heavily. "Fine." He stood up and looked at the young patient. "Don't ever give up. No matter what anyone tells you."

Luka followed Ray out. Keeping his voice low, he yelled "I don't want you giving any patients false hope, Ray. No matter how much surgery he has or physical therapy he has, it's still a one in a million chance he'll ever walk again."

Ray stopped and faced Luka. "One in a million? What if it is his chance?"

Luka sighed. "I know. You brought this up in the locker room and…"

Ray continued as though he hadn't heard Luka. "What if he had this childhood dream of being a doctor and one night a drunk driver nearly took that away from him? What if he had a family, friends, and a doctor who didn't believe in him enough to ever see him accomplish anything, much less walk after having his spine broken in 4 places? What if he demanded the surgery, lying, cheating, doing whatever he had to do to have the surgery that could give him hope? What if he got so angry, not just at the driver who nearly killed him, but his friends, doctor and family, that he said FUCK YOU to all of them and was determined to walk again? What if he went to med school and refused to let anyone see the pain he was in? What if there were days he'd lie on his bed in the fetal position because the pain was too much almost wishing he were dead and the realizing that's what everyone wanted and he was determined to prove them all wrong. What if that young man has the will and the determination to defy the odds." Ray stopped, seeing Luka's disbelief. "You don't know everything, Doctor. You don't know the will of that young man."

"Judging by his injuries, I would dare to say…" Luka started.

"What would have happened if Carter told me the same thing you're telling that young man right now?"

"Carter? Dr. John Carter of County? Our Carter?" Luka was shocked.

Ray nodded. "Dr. Benton told me I'd never walk again. Carter…well, Carter told me exactly what I told that young man. No one, but me and Carter, ever believed I'd walk again. Yet, here I stand…STAND…before you, walking, running, doing everything I could do before the accident. Yet, you tell that young man…"

"Four places, Ray." Luka was forceful.

"The same four places my spine was broken, Luka. Don't ever underestimate the power of the human spirit, Doctor. I hope he'll prove you wrong." Ray walked down to the ER, his back slightly hurting.

Neela looked at him. "You okay?"

"I'm just a little upset, that's all." Ray felt tears form.

"That's something new?" Morris laughed.

Ray fought slamming Morris against the counter. "You wouldn't know the half of it!"

Luka looked at Ray. "Why didn't you ever say anything?"

Ray sighed. "For the past 10 years, people were always careful with me, treating me like I was some sort of fragile toy. I didn't want to be treated any different. Until today, you didn't know and you treated me like it never happened and that's exactly how I want it." He picked up a chart. "If you'll excuse me, I have patients to see."

Morris and Neela looked at each other and Luka explained what Ray had told him. A yelp of pain echoed through the ER and they ran in and saw Ray flat on his back on the floor. Luka helped him up. "Are you okay? Is your back…"

"My back's fine. My wrist on the other hand…"