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Chapter 4- Ray
I cringed as I heard her throwing up. That was never a good sound. I went to the bathroom and knocked on the door. "You ok in there?"
"No," she moaned. I went in, she was knelt over the toilet. I grabbed a wash cloth and ran it under the cold tap. I knelt down next to her and moved her so she was sitting, cross-legged, in front of me. I washed around her mouth then rinsed the cloth out, folded it and held it against her forehead.
"You really shouldn't drink if you can't hold it."
"Shut-up, please," she pleaded, closing her eyes.
"Sorry, my fault anyway. I shouldn't have bought that other six pack. That was our downfall."
She laughed, pitifully, as if she was going to cry. "Stop making me laugh."
"Sorry." We sat there for a while, on the cold lino. She was completely different this morning, in a cute kind of way, because she had to depend on me. It probably would have been better if I hadn't also felt like I was dying. When we finally managed to get up and move to the sofa, she fell asleep. So I got her a blanket and headed for the shower. The hot water made me feel a little better, though not much. When I got out I realised I'd forgotten to bring any clothes in with me, so I just wrapped a towel around my waist and padded across the hall to my room. Neela was just walking from the kitchen back to the living room.
"Oh... I was just wondering where... you... were." She said, her eyes wide.
"Sorry, just taking a shower. I forgot my clean clothes."
"Oh. Um, I'll just go... over there," she said, before walking into the living room. I headed into my bedroom, smiling. She was incredibly funny, and it was a bit of a male-ego boost too. When I got dressed I went to the living room, not before I heard her talking to herself.
"Idiot girl, he was just out of the shower. Stupid, stupid, stupid." I coughed and she swivelled round, looking embarrassed.
"Hi." I gave her a smile.
"Hi. I want to die now." I laughed and walked over to her, I sat next to her and put my arm around her.
"It's alright, no-one can resist my body."
"It's not that I just... wasn't expecting..."
"It's cool Neela. Honest, I won't mention it again. So what shall we do today, you being a rebel an' all."
She considered. "Have you ever seen Breakfast at Tiffany's?"
"No," I said, pulling a face. I hoped she wasn't going to make me watch some old chick flicks.
"Don't look like that, it's a good film. Anyway, in that they spend the day doing things they've never done before. I've never pulled a sickie, or been so drunk I couldn't make it to bed so... what do you think?"
"That sounds intriguing. But I think you'll find it hard finding things I haven't done."
"Alright, let's load up on painkillers and make the day of it."
I laughed, then went to the kitchen and brought back two glasses of water and a bottle of paracetamol. "Ah the delights of being a doctor."
We were sitting on the L-train when she turned to me, "Ok, your turn. What haven't you done?"
I considered for a moment, "Had sex on the L-train."
She raised an eyebrow then patted my arm, "And I'm sorry to be the one to tell you but you never will. Alright have you..."
I was actually on time for work, for once. I walked in casually, "Hey Frank."
"Barnett," he grunted. I made my way to the Doctor's Lounge, a grin plastered on my face. I had had such a great day with Neela. She had -eventually- managed to find things I hadn't done, and I of course had a multitude of things to pick that she hadn't done. I put on my lab coat and turned to see Abby Lockhart.
"Hi Ray," she said, "How's Neela? Jerry said she's off sick."
"Huh?" I said, before thinking, "Oh! Um, yeah, flu or something."
Abby raised an eyebrow, "Right. Tell her I hope she gets better."
"I will." I made my way to the door, and she grabbed my arm,
"You better not get her into trouble."
I gave a grin, "I'll try not to."
"I'm serious Barnett."
"I won't get her in trouble," I said, seriously. "I promise."
She nodded and let me go, I walked out of the room. I was actually kind of worried now, I didn't want to hurt Neela and wouldn't do it on purpose, but... sometimes mistakes happen right?
"Ray! Two GSWs coming in now," Doctor Kovac shouted. I put my stethoscope round my neck and ran after him. Another fun night in the ER.
When I got a chance I rang Neela, "Hello?" She answered with a fake croak.
"It's alright it's Ray."
"Oh hi Ray," she replied, her voice bright. "What's up?"
"Nothing... We had a good day today right?"
"Um, yeah, it was fun. You sound all weird. What's wrong?"
I shook my head, even though she couldn't see it, "Just something Abby said."
"What?"
"She warned me not to hurt you."
She gave a laugh. "Don't worry, I can look after myself, tell her that. Why are you all worried. Yes, we had a fun time, what do you think I'm going to do, kill myself because we won't do it again?"
"No..." when she put it like that this phone call did seem stupid.
"Ray, we're friends, Roomies right? We spent the day getting to each other. It's fine."
"Yeah. You're right, I'm an idiot. Sorry to bother you, what you up to tonight anyway?"
"I'm going to get some sleep. I've been deprived recently what with a certain room-mate keeping me up till all hours with tales of lost love from his teenage years."
"They were very exciting tales I'll have you know!" I said, chuckling, "Alright, night then."
"Night." She hung up. I put the phone down and walked down the corridor to get some coffee. Why had I needed to phone her? It was weird... I shook my head. I was the weird one.
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