Neela looked up at Ray. "Jerry said you were in the men's room."

"Last he saw me, yeah." Ray wiped a tear. "I told Luka I was going to see my patient." Ray thought a moment. "I'm sure I told Luka."

"Luka said he didn't see you." Neela was now aware something was up.

"Maybe I didn't tell him. Maybe it was Morris." Neela slapped his face. "What was that for?"

"IT WASN'T FUNNY, RAY!" Neela yelled.

"No, it's not, is it, Neela?" Ray stood up.

"GET OUT!" She continued to yell. "GET OUT!" She tried to stand up, but fell, hitting her head on the vanity. "Shit!"

"Let me look at that."

"Don't touch me, Mr. Danesh!"

"Excuse me?" Ray looked back at her.

"I know. Well, now, I do." Neela wiped some blood off her forehead.

"I had to get you to realise it's not funny."

"You kissed me."

"Like you haven't been kissed before." Ray huffed.

"Please. It wasn't that great of a kiss." She looked up at him and saw him pouting. "Don't start with that pout."

"What pout?" Ray uncrossed his arms.

"That pout that could get me to do anything." Neela stood up straight, with a little help from her vanity. "I'm serious, Ray. It wasn't that good of a kiss."

"I wasn't trying to be a good kisser."

"Well, you succeeded at that." Neela scoffed.

Ray turned to go, but changed his mind. He pulled Neela close and kissed her. She felt her knees go weak and her heart race. He pulled away and walked out, leaving Neela gasping for breath.

Abby looked at Neela. "You okay? We heard about what happened yesterday."

"I'm bloody fine. Ray, on the other hand…" She looked up and saw Ray in front of her.

"It's a bitch, ain't it?" He smiled.

"Hey man!" Clemente looked at Ray. "What happened to your jaw?"

"Bar fight." Ray lied. "Some guy was hitting on this lady and well, me being a gentleman and all." He looked at Neela.

"You gotta stop defending women you don't know, Ray." Morris interjected. "I mean, what happens if she's like underage or something."

"Even more a reason to protect her." He looked at the charts. "What the hell? Doesn't Mrs. Johnston have a life?"

Neela grabbed the chart. "I'll tell her you're sick."

Ray took the chart back. "Nah. I think I'll get it." He entered in Exam 2. "Mrs. Johnston. What happened now?"

"Nothing. I just wanted to see my doctor." The lady smiled a toothless smile.

Ray tried to smile back, but he knew his smile looked fake. He sat on the stool across from Mrs. Johnston. "Mrs. Johnston, you have to stop this. I have other patients here who need me and my time. I'll be more than happy to see you if you're really sick, but I can't waste time treating someone who isn't."

"What? You don't love me?"

"You're old enough to be my grandma. Besides, I love someone else."

"Who?" The lady demanded.

"Why, I love…" He looked around and Sam entered. "Sam."

"What?" She tried to shrug his arm off her shoulders.

Ray held a fake smile and whispered in Sam's ear. "Just play along and I won't let anyone know about…"

Sam smiled. "Why, yes, Mrs. Johnston. I thought you knew." She put her arms around Ray's waist.

"You little tart. Stealing my man like that!" Mrs. Johnston pushed Sam.

"HEY! HEY! HEY!" Ray yelled. "Stop it." He sat Mrs. Johnston back down on the bed. "This is…" He threw his hands up in the air and left.

Luka looked at Ray. "What was that about?"

"I'd like to know as well." Sam interjected.

Ray sighed. "I have to get rid of her somehow." He put his face in his hands. He looked up. "I'm sorry, Sam. I didn't know what else to do."

Neela looked at him. There's that pout. And for once, he's not using it to get anyone to do anything. She put her hands to her lips, remembering how his kiss left her weak the previous night. She grabbed the chart and headed into Exam 2. "Mrs. Johnston. Nice to see you again."

"Shove it, sweetheart. I want Dr. Barnett looking after me." The woman snapped at Neela.

"Right. But, you see, Dr. Barnett's beginning to believe you're stalking him." Neela smirked.

The elderly lady coughed. "I think I caught something. I fell down a couple days ago and I collapsed while I was in here too." Mrs. Johnston was defiant.

Neela looked disinterested at the lady. "I see that and, according to Dr. Barnett's notes, you were perfectly fine. Nothing of consequence. I'm afraid we can't keep you here." Neela began to understand why Ray was sometimes the "Dispo Doc". There were times it was just easier to get rid of the patients you thought were faking or were there just for company. This lady apparently is lonely and needs company, but she's not getting her claws into Ray. Neela suddenly gasped. Why did she suddenly care about who dug their claws into Ray? That kiss last night wasn't that breathtaking, was it? She thought.

The gray haired lady looked at Neela. "I'm sick, lady. Get Dr. Barnett here to take care of me now." She was demanding.

Neela looked at Mrs. Johnston and out towards Ray, who seemed oblivious to the confrontation in Exam 2. "I'll be right back, Mrs. Johnston." Neela stood up and walked out. "She's not going anywhere, Ray. At least not until you look at her."

Ray pouted. He knew he was pouting. "I don't know what else to do." He took the chart and headed back into Exam 2.