Clemente slammed Mrs. Johnston's chart on the Admit desk in front of Ray. "She's your patient, Barnett. You should take care of her."

Ray sighed heavily. "I can't, Clemente."

"Don't try it, pal. You're taking care of your patients." Clemente walked off.

Ray followed him. "You don't understand. I can't take care of her." He was nervous and kept his voice low. "I just can't."

Clemente stopped in front of Exam 3 and faced Ray. "She's your patient; your responsibility. Take care of her."

Ray sighed. As long as she doesn't try to rape me. He thought as he made his way back to the desk. "What are you smiling at, Neela?" He snapped.

"Nothing." She smirked. "I hope you and Mrs. Johnston will get along. She's a HARD patient to get along with." Neela and Abby laughed as they headed off to check on their patients.

"DAMNIT!" Ray yelled. He angrily grabbed the chart and headed to see Mrs. Johnston. To his dismay, she was awake. Shit. "Welcome back, Mrs. Johnston." He tried to avoid looking at her, but noticed that she had the hospital gown on backwards and had moved just right so that her bare breasts were visible. Ray shivered. "You've got the gown on backwards, Mrs. Johnston." He noted.

"Do I?" She tried to play sexy, but in Ray's eyes, she failed miserably. "I told you I'd see you if I fell again and I fell again."

"That's twice in as many days, Mrs. Johnston." He put his stethoscope against her chest. "Breathe for me." She followed suit. "Mrs. Johnston, have you been drinking?" He could smell alcohol on her breath.

"A couple beers." She smiled up at him. "Boy, you get prettier and prettier everytime I see you."

"You've only seen me twice, Mrs. Johnston." Ray was matter of fact.

"Have you ever had sex in a hospital bed with an older woman?" She traced her hand up his thigh.

Ray jumped back. "Mrs. Johnston, please stop."

"So, have you?" She insisted.

"No, and I don't want to either." Ray felt his lunch nearing the top of his throat and gagged at the thought of Mrs. Johnston naked.

"Why not? We are more experience…"

"You sound fine, Mrs. Johnston. I'll write you up a prescription and get you out of here and on your way home." Ray turned around and felt her hand slap his ass. "Mrs. Johnston, will you stop?"

"Do I bother you?" She stood up and the gown fell off.

"In more ways than you will ever know." Ray handed her a sheet of paper. "I'll have Dr. Clemente come back and discuss this with you." Ray tried his hardest to walk out of there, but his body told him to run and run he did. He slapped the chart on the Admin desk and ran to the Jumbomart for some gum, some alcohol and some cigarettes. He didn't smoke, but he needed something to calm him down.

"You alright?" Abby's voice behind him caused him to jump.

"Shit, Abby. Give me some warning you're behind me."

Abby looked up at him and pouted. "Sorry."

Ray smiled. "It's alright." He put his arm around her shoulder. "So, have you ever had sex in a hospital bed?"

Abby slapped his chest. "That's a rather uncouth question, Ray."

"Sorry." He looked down at her. "No uncouthness meant."

"How's Mrs. Johnston?" Abby sipped a Coke.

"Horny, as she was yesterday." Ray sighed. "She asked if I had sex in a hospital bed with an older woman and she stood up, letting her gown fall to the floor." Despite the weather, Ray uncontrollably shivered.

Abby tried not to laugh. "I'm sorry, Ray."

Ray looked at Abby. "Right you're sorry. You're going to tell Neela and the two of you will use this against me when you think the time's right."

"See? And you said you didn't know us." Abby laughed as she managed to jump away from Ray's playful slap.

"You're joking!" Neela tried to get her breath as Abby told her what Ray had said. "This is too good, Abby. We are so going to be able to get him good."

"He knows it too. He mentioned that too." Abby wiped tears from her eyes.

"What are ya'll talking about?" Sam entered the Staff lounge.

"Ray." Neela patted the seat next to her. "This is really good! Gets for ALL those times he's gotten us with his pout."

Sam listened as Neela spilled the story. She laughed. "That's too good! So, when do we use it on him?"

"Next time he works that pout." Abby said.

The three of them smiled as Ray made his way in the Lounge for some coffee. "Can I help you ladies?"

Sam couldn't resist. "No, but you can help Mrs. Johnston."

Ray slammed the mug down on the counter so hard that it broke, cutting his hand. He said nothing but glared at the ladies. He walked out.

Neela looked at the other two and followed him. 'Ray!"

"What? You want to laugh at something else at my expense?" He snapped as he faced Neela.

Clemente, Morris, Pratt, and Jerry just stared at the two of them.

"You've cut your hand."

"Big fucking deal." Ray snapped and grabbed a chart. He made his way to the waiting area. "Alderman." He sighed as a guy stood up. "Let's see what we can do for you." He led the man to Exam 1. "What seems to be the problem?"

The guy looked at Ray. "You're bleeding, Doc."

"Shit." Ray stood up. "I'll get another doctor to take care of you." He walked out. "Clemente, could you take care of Mr. Alderman while I get my hand taken care of?"

Clemente sighed. "As long as he doesn't try to kiss me." A laugh escaped his lips and he noticed Ray glaring. "Hey, man. It's what you get for all the times you've pouted at us." Clemente took the chart and went in to see about Mr. Alderman.

"I don't see how." Ray mumbled.

Abby came over to him. "Come on. Let me look at your hand."

Ray snatched his hand back. "Sorry, Abby. But I'll have Neela look at it because I've got a few words to say to her." Neela swallowed hard and looked at Ray, who was pouting at her.