"Thank God." Henry looked up and saw Ray kneeling in front of him.

"What happened, Henry?" Ray wiped some blood of the old man's face.

"I tripped."

Ray smelled alcohol. "Drinking?"

"No." Henry looked up. "Stop your pouting, Doc. I had two beers, okay?"

Neela laughed. "See, Ray? You DO have a pout."

"How long ago did you go to the ER?"

"I didn't. I ran into a doctor on the street. That Army fellow that helped you with my leg. Uh, Galantine or something like that."

"Gallant?" Neela prodded.

"Yeah. That's the one." Henry looked at Ray. "You're still pouting."

"You're still drinking." Ray put a band-aid on the cut above Henry's eye.

"He said he was worse than this." Neela commented silently to Ray.

"Yeah?" Ray looked up at her. He looked back at Henry. "Anything else, Henry? Doc Gallant told my roomie here you looked worse." Henry looked at Ray and down again and pulled up his pant leg. "Shit, Henry." Ray shouted. "Let's get you to the ER for that fracture." He helped Henry stand. "Lean on me and we'll get you there."

Abby looked up as Ray and Neela entered with Henry leaning on them. "What's wrong now, Henry?"

"Compound fracture, Abby." Ray helped Henry up on a bed.

"He didn't have that earlier when he came in with that cut." Abby noted. "Is that a new cut, Henry?"

"No." Henry avoided eye contact.

"Henry." Ray started.

"I fell." Henry was indignant.

"Fall or did those boys beat your ass again?" Abby cut the pant leg of Henry's pants. "Ah. Silence. The truth teller."

Henry looked at Ray and smiled. "You're pouting again, Doc. You stop pouting if I told you the truth?"

"I'm not pouting." Ray defended.

"You're pouting." Abby pointed out.

"I'll tell you what happened to my leg if you tell me what happened to your nose."

"I pouted and Neela hit me hard. With a light pole, even." Ray winked.

"Honest?"

"Yep. Sure as shit." Neela couldn't help but smile and laugh as Ray helped Abby set Henry's leg. "Now, Henry. Keep this thing as dry as you can. See me in about six weeks and we'll see about removing it, okay?" Ray patted the old man's shoulder.

Kerry watched as Henry hobbled out on crutches. "Ray. A word?"

"Sure." He looked at Abby and Neela.

"Put on your best pout." Abby smiled.

"That'll work." Ray grumbled as he entered the Staff Lounge. "You wanted to see me?"

"Yes." Kerry poured herself a cup of coffee. "Coffee?"

"No thanks."

"Well, I'm here to tell you that the position of Chief Resident is open and I want you to apply. You've made improvements and I think the staff would far prefer you to Morris."

"I second that." Carter's voice broke through. He poured himself a cup of coffee. "I hope you'll consider it. Ray? Earth to Ray." Carter laughed.

"I, uh, I just don't…I don't know what to say." Ray tried to gather his thoughts. "What about Morris? He…"

"He's resigning. He didn't specify why, though." Kerry said. "When he resigned, John, Luka, Victor and I got together to see who we wanted to apply and your name came up unanimously. And then tonight, you proved your worth when you ran that trauma seamlessly. The patient, by the way, is recovering from the surgery and will make a full recovery, thanks to your quick actions." Kerry smiled, pleased that the Dispo Doc was starting to come around to becoming a real doctor.

"Can I think about it?" Ray still couldn't believe what he heard.

"Certainly. Take the time you need." Kerry headed to the door. She faced Ray. "I certainly hope you'll take it, Ray. It's time the ER had a Chief Resident who can follow Carter." She smiled as she left.

Ray went to O'Donnel's Pub after the conversation with Weaver and Carter. He had told Neela nothing, but that he needed to have some time alone to think, and she agreed. She was sitting at home, waiting for him to come home. She had a promise to fulfill and fulfill it she would. She sat dressed in Ray's only button up shirt and a glass of wine. It seemed like ages before she heard the key in the lock.

Neela jumped on Ray the minute he walked in the door. "Well, hello to you too, Neela." He kissed her.

"Tell me you'll take it." She wrapped her legs around his waist and softly kissed his neck.

"Take what? You're not a virgin, so can't take that." He smirked.

Neela leaned back, stretching her arms out and stared into his eyes. "The Chief Resident position."

Ray nearly lost his balance at her sudden shift, but maintained a steady equilibrium as he carried her to the couch. He softly placed her on the cushions and sat next to her. "I don't know, Neela. I just don't."

"I think you should." She looked smugly at him. "I can help, you know?"

"You could, could you?" He grinned widely back at her. "How?"

"I'll be the patient who needs examining." She smiled.

"And ruin the ONLY good shirt I have?" He smiled.

"Oh." Neela looked up at him, seduction in her eyes. "I'll have to take it off then." She stood up and unbuttoned the first button. She decided to toy a little with Ray. "First, I want another glass of wine." She made her way to the kitchen. "Are you pouting?"

"NO!" Ray pouted.

"Why not?"

"I don't pout."

Neela came out with a glass of wine and looked at him. "Hmm. No pouting. The shirt stays on."

"See. Now that's not fair!" Ray pouted.

Neela smiled. "There's the pout." She softly walked to him. She undid another button and looked at Ray. "Looks like the sun won't be the only thing rising this morning." She straddled his lap and kissed him.

Ray knew she was right. She rocked her body against his, making his want for her stronger. He pulled her closer and helped her unbutton the shirt. The shirt fell to the floor, baring Neela to him. "Holy shit!" He exclaimed. "I really should have used the pout a long time ago if I knew this would come of it."