Ray sat in the dark of his room, trying to get the taste of Mrs. Johnston's kiss off his lips. He heard Neela open his door. "What do you want?" He slurred.

"You're apparently drunk." She leaned in the doorway, arms crossed in front of her.

"You're apparently observant." He snapped back. Seeing the look on Neela's face, he explained. "You'd be drunk too if some nasty old man placed a big wet kiss on you." He tried to stand, but fell over.

"Oh, God, Ray. I hope you didn't get drunk until you got home." She helped him on to his bed. She picked up an empty bottle of Jack Daniels at his bedside. "Ah, you and your good friend, I take it." Neela had never seen Ray this drunk before and she half worried. "Seriously, Ray. What happened?"

"I told you! Mrs. Johnston wouldn't get any x-rays unless I kissed her, right? So, I gave her a kiss on the cheek, but that wasn't what she wanted. NO! She gave me a big nasty kiss. I can't seem to get that taste off my lips!" He started ferociously wiping his lips. Neela couldn't help but laugh. "It's not funny!" He snapped.

"Of course not." Neela covered her smile with her hand. She sat on the edge of his bed. "Wanna talk about it?"

"What's there to talk about? A drunk, nearly naked, toothless horny woman kissed me, Neela. What else is there to talk about?" He took another sip from the glass in his hand.

"But, you got her to agree to x-rays." She consoled.

"Yeah, just how I want to get every drunk, nearly naked, toothless horny women to get x-rays." He leaned his head back on his pillow. "I'm going to have nightmares about it!"

Neela wanted to laugh, but she didn't. "I'm sure in time the nightmares will go away. But, fortunately for you, you have tomorrow off, so you'll have plenty of time to sleep your hang over off." She stood up and noticed Ray was sound asleep. She tucked him. "However, I now have blackmail on you." She smiled and quietly left him to sleep.

Ray couldn't believe it. "What's she doing here?" He whispered to Morris.

Morris looked over. "She took another spill down the stairs and she refuses to see any other doctor."

"Tell her I'm with another patient." Ray ran into the lounge.

"Something wrong, Ray?" Abby's voice scared him.

"Well, I needed coffee." He absently poured himself a cup of coffee.

"Mrs. Johnston's back." Abby sang.

Ray slammed the cup down. "What did Neela tell you?"

Abby played innocent. "I'm not sure what you mean."

"Abby."

"Okay. She told me how you got her to get the x-rays." Abby looked at the pained look on Ray's face. "Sorry. Didn't realise it was such a sore subject."

Ray wanted to strangle Neela, but somehow he found it impossible to angry at his roommate. "It's okay, Abby. You didn't know."

Neela came in. "Ray, I was looking for you."

"What?"

"Mrs. Johnst…"

"I know. She won't see anyone else." Ray took a swig of coffee.

"Well, she just collapsed in the waiting room."

Ray sat over the bed, charting Mrs. Johnston's vitals. Everything seemed okay, but he still wiped his mouth. It seemed no matter what he did, he couldn't rid himself of that kiss. Inadvertently, he shivered.

"Something wrong?" Clemente asked.

"No." Ray turned around. "You think you can handle Mrs. Johnston? I have another patient that needs me."

"I can't, Ray." Clemente started to argue.

Ray handed Clemente the chart. "Thanks man. You're a life saver!"

Clemente looked at the closed door. "Sure, man. Anything to help you out." He sighed.