I can't believe he thinks this is a game. A bloody game. He obviously has no idea what's going on in my head. He has no idea that the only way I'm able to kiss Tony is to picture his face. Walking away from that doorway was harder than going back to medicine. I loved that shirt. I hate myself for running away from everything in my life. Everything he thinks I hate about him – I love.

"Total bloody wanker" I mutter, not sure if I'm talking about him, or myself.

"Who?" I spin aound and see one of Ray's patients behind me.

I put on a polite smile, "Don't worry ma'am. You should be in bed, you need rest."

"I've made a bad decision or two in my life, you know", she smiles mischieviously.

"Haven't we all?" I sigh as I help her to her bed.

"You want my advice?" She doesn't wait for my answer, "Tell him. Before it's too late."

"It already is." I don't ask how she knows.

"He gets angry when you talk about the other people in your lives." It's not a question. She must have seen our fight.

I protest, "It's more complicated than that."

"You fell in love with your best friend. There are two things you can do: ruin a friendship, or tell him. You akready knows he feels the same."

"Feelings change." Why am I resisting this?

"Not this fast" she says bluntly and then tells me I have patients and she's not one of them.

Maybe she's the wise old lady I've been looking for.