*This is kind of a re-write of 'Everything I Do' Inspired by the fact that I'm sick. Bleh. Anyway, enjoy!*
Monica sighed as her alarm went off, rolling away from her husband to turn it off. She faced him again, noticing he looked a little pale. And he was freezing. She shook him, and he opened his eyes reluctantly.
"You okay?" She asked, watching him carefully.
"Yeah," He said, and he coughed. "Just have a cold I guess." And with that he got up and into the shower. Monica sighed and fell asleep again. She didn't have to be up for a few hours.
She was woken again soon after, by her clock she had only been asleep 10 minuets. She wondered what had woken her up. She looked around for Chandler, but he was no-where to be seen. She was puzzeled to why she had been woken. That was until she heard the noises of throwing up coming from the bathroom. She jumped out of bed and ran across the apartment to the bathroom. She sat with Chandler and then when he was done she gathered him into her arms, feeling his fore head.
"Sweetie you're burning up," She said. She noticed he was falling asleep, and shook him again.
"Wha-at." He moaned, his voice hoarse.
"Come to bed honey, you need sleep." She said, and she stood him up carefully, supporting him around the waist. She walked him back to bed, and tucked him in, feeling his head again, which was really very warm. She went to the kitchen to get a thermometer, and put it in his mouth, stroking his hair as she waited. It beeped, and read 101. She warned him that if it got to 103, she was taking him to hospital. He nodded and she tucked him in again, put a cold flannel on his head and got him a drink. He thanked her and fell asleep straight away. She watched him for a while, wishing he didn't feel this way. She left him asleep and went to call his work and hers. He wasn't going anywhere until he was completly better, and neither was she.