Neela opened her eyes once and then closed them again. But the few seconds they were open allowed her to realize what she was doing. She couldn't believe herself. Ray was still asleep and still had his arms around her. She wiggled out of his grasp and stepped onto the cold floor. A few creeks were made as she crunched the trash beneath her. It didn't concern her though, because Ray was still asleep. She headed for the door and grabbed her bag and began putting on her old, worn-out tennis shoes. That was what the hospital did to things, it wore them out. She was tying her shoes and was thinking. Neela wasn't sure where she was going to go. Her shift in the hospital did not start for another three hours and she didn't want to stay here. The feelings of loneliness seemed to haunt her every step but it didn't matter to her. She sat up and grabbed the door knob right when she saw Ray emerge from the dark hallway.

"Leaving so soon?", that was the only thing Ray could think about saying when he saw Neela leaving his apartment. "I didn't think that you shift started until five this evening."

"No, it starts now," Neela lied but she needed to go before her feelings mislead her again. Ray still had no idea why Neela came over last night, but he thought it meant something. It might have, but Neela didn't want to believe it.

"I can take the El with you if you want me to. My shift doesn't start for a few hours, but I'm sure there is something that I could do around the hospital. I think that Kerry needed my help with this new survey or something."

"I think that I will be okay."

"What time do you get off? Do want to stop by after your shift?"

Neela stood in the front of the room, stunned. She was surprised and regretting her last night kiss. It felt right then, but why dose it feel so wrong now? There was the memories of Michael and knowing that she would have to face Tony if anything ever happened between she and Ray. Which nothing ever was, so she really didn't have anything to worry about. That was one reason why Neela was getting ready to leave, but why else did she feel like she couldn't fall for Ray? None of her relationships had really got her anywhere lately. Tony had Meg and Sarah and she knew that no matter what he said that he cared for them and the thought of leading Tony to break the promise he had with his best friend was too much for Neela. The relationship Neela had with Michael was okay but he was in love with war. The third reason was guilt. Every time she saw Ray she thought of how she felt about him when Michael was still alive. What kind of wife was she?

"Stop by? I think that I should just go. Last night was a mistake; we both know it. I shouldn't have come here and you shouldn't have offered me your bed." Neela grabbed her bag that had fallen off her shoulder and opened the door. She was greeted by the cold, Chicago air.

"You're mad? I thought that you wanted to come here. You come to my apartment in the middle of the night, I let you in and give you a warm place to stay. I have done nothing but help you and you don't care. Last night you kissed me, you leaned up against me. I let you sleep in my bed and I didn't mean anything by it. You were the one who turned it into something more and know you're saying that it didn't matter."

"It meant nothing. I was out of line and I guess that I'm sorry." Neela stepped outside the door.

"So last night when you kissed me, you were saying thank you because I meant nothing to you? I think that it meant something and I don't know what you thought, but it meant something to me."

"You think wrong," Neela shut the door, dropped her bag, leaned against the door and at the thought of what she said, began to cry.