As requested by a few of you. I've decided to extend the fic originally intended to be a one-shot, so I hope this doesn't disappoint.

Chapter Two

Having been flicking through the television shows for the last few hours, Neela had comfortably fallen asleep on the sofa. On Ray. He looked at her amused and tried to shift without waking her.

Why was it whenever they did it in the movies, it looked so easy? He was stuck with her head half on his chest, and half on his shoulder, so moving straight forward was out of the question. It was an ordeal shifting sideways and keeping her in her position, soon he managed to get his arms around her to pick her up and take her to her room, her bed. But it was no mean feat.

Once he reached her room, he had to fiddle about opening the door with his elbow; he was lucky it was a push down handle, not a turn doorknob. Lightly kicking the door open he had to catch it again with his foot to stop it from hitting the wall. Nearly off-balancing he made his way as quickly as he could to her bed, putting her down on the left hand side, the side he knew, somehow, was hers.

Having lay her on top of the covers he left her, he couldn't manage not to disturb her if he had to struggle with the duvet as well. He made his way back to the lounge and turned the television off from the pointless nighttime TV it was showing him, and made his way back to the couch to straighten it up. Picking up the empty beer bottles from the coffee table and putting them in the recycling bin they kept under the sink.

It was odd; Neela had rubbed of on him in many ways. He was picking up after himself, a little more anyway; he always seemed to be drinking tea instead of coffee, unless he really needed to wake up. He's happily watch celebrity poker, and turned down his music as soon as she was home.

Now she was out of action for a few days, he was going to have to be picking up after himself more, and after her, and helping her with everything else she would normally be able to do walking. Even though she had crutches she hated using them, and relied on him to bring her pretty much everything she wanted.

The thing was he didn't mind obliging. He found it rather comical the situations she got herself in when he hadn't helped her, but he liked her to rely on him. It was a strange sort of comfort that managed to make him feel better than if it were a patient he had cured or helped in anyway.

He looked back in her room now, smiling as she rolled over and was hugging herself. Her thumb was so dangerously close to her mouth he thought she was about to start sucking on it. That would be some good ammunition had he ever needed it. Though before her thumb made it into her moth she moved again and her hand moved away from her mouth. Damn.

He moved off to his own bedroom. Not bothering to turn on the light, he stripped himself of his t-shirt and sweats he had changed into before the remote incident. Climbing into bed, still wearing his boxers and socks, he flicked his alarm off. Tomorrow was his day off after a week pulling doubles and tiring day shifts. It only meant he would be looking after Neela all day - she had been given the week off to rest her ankle - and he was sure he'd be pulling some more doubles covering for her.

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Neela's eyes flickered open when the daylight hit her face. She looked over at her bedside clock and read: 6:30. SHIT! She thought, forgetting about her accident she went to scramble out of bed, before she realised she was still in her clothes from the day before, and before she realised-

"OWH! SHIT!" she screamed at the top of her lungs as she put pressure down on her foot. She collapsed back into her bed, and began to wonder how she had gotten there, she certainly didn't remember walking there, and there were no crutches in sight so she assumed Ray had brought her in. After all, the last thing she remembered was the television set and a warm body next to her. Under her head.

She heard footsteps in the next room; Ray was awake, most probably because of her shouting. Maybe he was covering her shift. If he was, he was already late. So she doubted it was the latter.

"Neela?" she heard a tired voice ask from her door. She looked up and saw a topless, trouser-less Ray stood before her.

"Did I wake you?" she asked, trying her best to put the screaming voice in her head to the back of her mind.

"Yeah, I heard you shout and crashing, so I came to see if you were okay. After I failed to catch you yesterday," he laughed, and Neela smiled in return. Now she remembered sitting on that bloody bed for a few hours waiting for Ray to do anything to help her. She had blamed him for not catching her as she slipped down the El Train steps. To his credit he had tried, but he had also failed.

"Never anything but truthful," she laughed as she turned to face her window from her bed. "Can I have a hand? Or my crutches?" Ray nodded and walked over to the bed, little did Neela know her crutches were just outside her door, but he liked to help her.

"What do you want?" He asked, reaching her side he stood in front of her.

"Can you grab my sweats and a t-shirt from the closet, then gimme a hand to the bathroom so I can attempt to get dressed?"

"Yeah sure," he made his way to her wardrobe and picked out a random selection, he held it up to himself comically, looked himself up and down, and smiled cheekily. "I don't think they'll suit me."

"Funny, now gimme a hand," she giggled as he draped the clothes over his arm and made his way to her. She stood shakily on her non-battered foot, as he came towards her. The space between them was so little; he could feel her breathe on his chest. Little did they both know, but both their hearts skipped a beat.

Why does he insist on walking around in nothing but his bloody boxers and socks? Not only is it extremely off putting, but also it's slightly weird. Nobody wears socks to bed. Nobody but Ray apparently. She looked up at him, to find him studying every contour of her dark-skinned face. "Uh, umm, let's get you to the umm, bathroom." He blinked a few times quickly before offering to pick her up.

He did so with an odd grace, she put her hands around his neck for extra support, but his strong arms seemed to have a good enough hold of her. He backed into the partially open bathroom door and placed her down next to the sink so she could use it for support.

"I'll just go grab you're crutches so you can get out when you need," he offered quickly, walking briskly and grabbing them without a second thought. Placing them just inside the door and shutting it behind him when he left. Oh Jesus Christ BARNETT! Not the right person to be lusting after really is it? Or maybe she's the right one to love. She's smart, cute, she knows you, and you know her, and her name, which is a new thing for you. Okay shut up brain, she's my friend, my Roomie, and she's inured.

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Neela hopped about trying to put her sweats on, she ended up leaning on the side of the bath hitching it up her good leg and then standing to pull it over the bad foot and ankle. The whole palaver took about five minutes. The t-shirt was easy. But it was just her luck he choose one of those loose but tight fitting t-shirts that clung in the right places and hung loosely to hide the indescribable lumps and curves that just needed hiding. God bless designers!

She brushed her hair sitting in the same position on the edge of the bed, and pulled it back messily into a loose bun. All the while she thought about those small moments when there was nothing to say. A comfortable silence taking in the, sights, she supposed. He had been looking at her so intently. It was so strange. This was Ray; he was the one with the one-night stands, the groupies, the commitment phobic man whore. But at the same time she found herself looking at him in a new light.

Ever since the porch collapsed at the end of their intern year, she had found herself reflecting on how much he had changed a lot. It was odd to say the least. But she found herself thinking of him more than anyone, thinking about him in ways she had never thought about anyone before, and certainly in ways she could never tell her mother about.

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