“Morris made a mistake…”  Kerry began softly trying and needing to calm down Robbi.

            “It was more like murder.  I don’t want him working on my shift and if I had my way he wouldn’t be working at all.  He is dangerous Dr. Weaver and the sooner you realize that the better!”  Robbi growled and walked passed a returning Abby and Neela.  Kerry slammed her cane onto the desk when she saw everyone listening to the heated conversation.

            “Get back to work, all of you!  Abby, Neela that board needs clearing!”  Abby and Neela watched her go and after a few moments, Neela said thoughtfully.

            “You think they’d do out on a date now?”

ERERERERER

            “Time of death?”  Robbi asked Neela and Ray and Ray pulled his hands off the patients chest the latex gloves sticky with blood.  They had been humping hard on the father of three for 45 minutes who had been beaten with a baseball bat for trying to save a young man from being bashed.  The damage was to severe and after all this time, it was over.

            “1845.” He said and added, “My shift ended at 1800.”  He stepped off the small step, wiped his brow with his arm, and let out a hot breath.  He looked and felt exhausted running a code this hard always left him wanting to both grab his guitar and then play for hours on end, or wanting to save every single patient that came through those doors.  Ray had finally decided that was going to be a doctor and not a musician.  It had taken a catastrophic event to make him realize that he was a much better doctor than he was a musician. 

            “Mine also.  I just want to go home, curl up in a warm bed, and sleep for a week.”  Neela admitted Robbi smiled lightly.  Neela’s dark eyes shifted to Ray who seemed oblivious to the look he’d just gotten from his roommate.

            “Just who is going to make the bed warm Neela?”  Robbi winked and she walked out of the trauma room, leaving an open-mouthed Neela to fume and Ray to laugh at the comment.