My Second Chapter-a little more into the story. Sorry, the last chapter, was a little bland in Neela's P.O.V. Its late, and I really didn't re-read it. I know, broke the damn, promise. Sorry, if i could fix it, i would. But my computer loves to mess with me. I'll do better in this one, k?

Warning: author's bad grammar or spelling. And maybe some language.

Chapter Two: Did I ever know you? Part I

Inspired by- In This Life by: Delta Goodrem

Basically focused on Neela

Walking into the Trauma Room, she grabbed the chart from the nurse. Not paying attention to the people in the room. She asked, "What happened?" "Neela?" a familiarly voice said. Swiftly she looked at the person that had spoken. It was a tall teenage boy. He had dark blue eyes, with a eye brow ring in his left, eyebrow. His hair was black with navy blue highlights, and a mess, as if he had rushed here. It was long enough to cover the tips of his ears.

Neela's mouth dropped open, in shock. "Tristan? Is that you?" she asked. The boy nodded, some what stiffly. Swallowing dryly, she walked over to him. She gently touched his cheek, "Its been so long. Wheres Riley?" "Thats why we're here. She was in an accident. You know how we like to tricks. Well Riley was trying to do a trick, she was concentrating on it. When some kid, pulls out and tries to play chicken with her. Riley must have only seen him at the last moment. She tried to move out of the way, he sideswiped her, sending her into the side of the tree. Mother fuckin' punk," said Tristan.

While Tristan was telling his story, Neela was looking at the girl currently laying on the bed. "We'll talk about this later. Right now, let me concentrating on Riley. Everything is going to be fine. Calm down, for me," Neela said to the teenager. The boy just nodded, yet again.

Turning back to the girl, "So what have we got so far?" she asked the room's other occupants. "She needs a head CT, her left leg seems to be broken, along with her wrist and arm," answered an even more familiarly voice. Thats when she first noticed Ray. Damn, she didn't need any drama right now.

Not looking at him, she just nodded. Quickly, she went around to the girl's side. Checking her ribs, first on the right, then on the left. "Three of her left ribs are broken. Her left side must have taken, the blunt of the accident," she said to the others, "Let me just check the belly for blood." Swiftly, sh started to check it. Carefully, she looked at all of the screen. Just in case she missed something. "Its clear, Dr. Barnett can take it from here. Order a CT, and I'll check on her later," Neela said without much emotion.

"Come on Tristan. I'm on break, lets go for coffee," she said. "Are you sure, she'll be alright?" Tristan asked. "Of course, now come on," Neela said, unable to hide the urgent tone in her voice, nor the fact that it had started to crack. Both Tristan heard and Ray. "Yeah, sure," Tristan said, putting his arm over her shoulder. He hugged Neela to his side, and kissed her head. As they walked out of the Trauma room, together.

Basically focused on Ray

Ray watched Neela and the guy, 'Tristan', walk out the door. He then looked down at the girl laying in the bed, she was pretty battered up. Must have been a really bad crash. He looked more observantly at her. She didn't look anything like Neela. The girl didn't even look Indian. She was white. How on earth could she be Neela's family? Damned, if he knew.

The nurse ordered the head CT, as soon as Neela had said it. So all he had to do was, check her vitals, regularly. As he looked at her, all he could keep thinking. Was how upset Neela was. He had heard it in her voice cracking. She was very close to crying. It was a good thing, that 'Tristan' guy was here. The last time, she had broken down. She just pushed him away. And with the way he was acting now. With all the tension between them. There was no way she was going to allow him, near her at all. That was one thing he knew for sure. But damn it, if he didn't want to hug her, and make all her worries, about this go away.

Ray walked out of the Trauma Room. He mediately headed for the staff room. There was no way, he was going to get any work down. With his head, full of thoughts about Neela. Once he entered the room. He punched his locker, as hard as he could.

Fuck, his hand hurt now. Looking down, he saw that the skin wasn't broken. But it was going to bruise. He made a face, and shook it. Hoping that would help with the pain, at least a little. Damn, he hadn't meant to do that. Its just, he was so frustrated. He wasn't suppose to be having these thoughts nor feelings for Neela. He was suppose to be mad, pissed, bitter or even not giving a damn about her, would be better than this.

He sat down, on the couch, and pinched the bridge of his nose. Fuck, now what was he suppose to do? Sighing, he looked up at the ceiling. What was he suppose to do now? It wasn't that he blamed Neela, for the accident. She hadn't made him drink. Or forced him, not to go home. It had more to do, with her playing him. It didn't really matter what she said. He had seen them together.

Looking, at his now dented locker. Ray knew he must be a gluten for punishment. He just wondered how, he wa-

"Ray, your Trauma's crashing!" yelled Chuny. Quickly, getting to his feet, he nodded his thanks. And walked as fast, to the room, as he could. Right now, he had to focus on the patient. He'd figure out what to do about Neela later. Or maybe just some other time. This was just not his day, figured.