Disclaimer: The storyline is mine. So are the fake profiles. Sheryl was Neela's patient from season 14 episodes "...As the day she was born," "The Truth Will Out," and "Tandem Repeats." Also, I didn't know Ray's birthday, so I had to make one up based on some of the things I do know from the most recent episode.

Author's Note: Sorry it took so long to update. I wasn't sure if I was going to add on or just keep it as a one shot, but thanks to DockRock06, who encouraged me to continue, here is chapter two of three

Sheryl, my aortic rupture patient, set up an account for me on an online dating website. I was against it at first, but her experiences changed my mind. I mean, here's a woman whose condition could deteriorate at any moment, yet she's happier than I've been in a long time. When her husband visits, I can see that sparkle in her eyes. I want to feel that again, that overwhelming love. For awhile I let myself believe that he'd come back, we'd let bygones be bygones, and I would feel that way again, but the more I think about it, the more unrealistic it seems. He made it clear that he was done waiting for me to act on my feelings.

A mix of curiosity and desperation sends me to the computer every day after my shift. Sheryl accused me of looking for faults in all of the…what would you call them? Candidates? I'm not trying to be choosy, but I really need this to work out for me. I've had enough disasters in the love department for my liking. I try not to focus too much on that. Anyway, I just got home after a particularly grueling shift and I'm just going to check my emails before spending the remainder of the evening soaking in the tub…it's a guilty pleasure.

Looks like there are two new messages in my inbox. I click open the first. The subject reads RChee wants to hook up. The message reads, Gotcha! Sorry to get your hopes up…I couldn't help myself. Check out the profile I made, all lies…or are they? Wonder how many hits I'll get? I can't believe I fell for it. RChee…Archie…it's Morris. This wouldn't be the first time one of my coworkers went out of their way to mock me. But, I'm in need of a good laugh, so I'll keep reading. The link takes me to his profile,

RChee

Date of Birth: wouldn't you like to know Age: Unimportant

Gender: Male

Location: Bachelor Pad overlooking the lake

Occupation: Male model and aspiring artist

Likes: Ladies, money, ladies with money

Dislikes: Needy women, lame parties, the rules

My Best Trait: my devastatingly good looks, duh

My Worst Trait: Nonapplicable

The photos in his gallery are all doctored, no pun intended…Morris and Oprah, Morris and Victoria Beckham, Morris and Leonardo DiCaprio.. My sides hurt from laughing so hard. I might as well write him a quick reply.

Ha ha, very funny Morris. And I thought RChee was going to be the one. Ladies with money? Looks like I'm not his type, sorry.

With the message sent, that leaves email number two, this one from a SkunksHollow78. SkunksHollow? Sounds familiar, I just can't seem to place it. With my lack of a social life, the video store has been like a second home to me. Maybe it's a movie I picked up? One I slept through? Whoever it was had simply copy-and-pasted his match list into the email, my name, in bold print, at the top. And that was it. No should we meet up. No tell me more about yourself. Maybe that's a good sign? Had the message included any of the usual pick up lines, I probably would have deleted it without thinking twice. Instead I follow the link to his profile.

SkunksHollow78

Date of Birth: January 23, 1977 Age: 31

Location: Louisiana

Occupation: Doctor

Likes: Rock n'Roll, playing guitar, Lucky Charms, horror movies

Dislikes: being stood up, cleaning

I'm no longer laughing. I'm just angry. Whoever made this one has crossed the line, big time. I'll admit that my friends' attempts to embarrass me (Abby's Abner, Frank's BadCop, Greg's HouseMD, and now RChee) were rather humorous, but to go as far as impersonating someone who meant so much to me, that's just cruel. I'd like to think that I know him. He wouldn't go to an online dating site unless forced against his will. I happen to know that he considers it to be only for the truly desperate.

Just to prove to everyone that I know it's not him, I'll call him up. I know he screens his calls; I tried, unsuccessfully, to reach him when he first left. So here's the idea. If this SkunksHollow is really him, and if I'm really at the top of his match list, he'll pick up. He'd have to know I'm HealingHands: my photo's on the site. If he doesn't pick up, he's still not speaking to me, not like I'd blame him.