A/n: This is my first fanfic, so please be nice to me! I hope you like
it, please r&r.
Setting: Rachel and Ross have Emma and are not together but live together. Monica and Chandler are married, and Joey and Phoebe are engaged. Monica, Chandler, Joey, and Phoebe still live in the same places. Rachel and Ross live in the Bronx.
Disclaimer: I do not own Friends. The brilliant executives at NBC do.
Chapter 1: Something's Wrong
"Mmmm, the food smells terrific, Mon," Phoebe said.
"Can we eat now, please? Please please please please please???" Joey whined.
"No! Not until Ross, Rachel, and Emma get here," Monica scolded. "They should be here in just a little while. They called about a half hour ago and said they were on their way." Ross and Rachel had an apartment in the Bronx. Monica and Chandler still lived in their Manhattan apartment, and the engaged Joey and Phoebe lived across the hall.
"Aww, you're no fun," Joey pouted. He sat down on the couch next to Phoebe and crossed his arms. Phoebe laughed and kissed him on top of his head.
"Sweetie, are you alright in there?" Monica called to Chandler, who was still in the bathroom. "You've been in there for quite a while."
"Uh, yeah, I'm just fine. I just finished showering, so I'll be out in a few minutes," he replied. He was feeling a bit faint, but he decided not to tell Monica. She was already stressed enough with the preparation of their Thanksgiving dinner, and he didn't want to worry her. He turned on the faucet and splashed some cold water onto his face to try to wake himself up. He told himself that he was probably just tired from the flight from Tulsa. Rubbing his eyes, he made his way into the kitchen.
"Ooh, honey, that turkey smells awesome," he said as he walked over to Monica. He hugged her playfully and kissed her on the cheek as she took the turkey out of the oven and continued to prepare their meal.
Just then, Ross and Rachel, who was carrying Emma, walked into the apartment. "Hey everyone!" they shouted.
"Hi guys!" Monica yelled. "Awww, how adorable! Let me see my favorite niece!" She completely ignored the turkey and rushed over to see Emma, who was fast asleep.
Chandler laughed. "Sure, Mon, ignore the turkey so you can go see the baby," he said. "Fine, fine, I'll just carve it myself."
He walked over to the counter and began carving the turkey. Joey and Phoebe rose from the couch and fawned over Emma for a bit while Ross and Rachel got settled in.
"Okay, everyone, the food is all set!" Monica called.
"Yeah, it's time to sit down and eat," Chandler said.
Everyone sat down to the table and began to prepare for the enormous feast. Monica set out the turkey, mashed potatoes, gravy, cranberry sauce, squash, and corn. Joey immediately grabbed the closest plate and served himself.
They all laughed. "Typical Joey," Monica giggled.
Just as everyone was serving themselves, Chandler felt dizzier than ever. His heart began to pound, and sweat poured down his forehead and cheeks. Suddenly, his right arm went numb. An explosion of sharp pain filled his chest, and he clutched at his throat. Gasping, he collapsed on the floor, grimacing in agony.
"Oh my god, are you alright Chandler?" Monica called, leaping up from her chair. She threw down her napkin and rushed to his side.
He turned to her with a horrible look on his face. He managed to whisper, "I.I.I think I'm having a heart attack." His body went limp and he slumped to the floor, unconscious.
Monica screamed. "Chandler! Chandler! Wake up! Wake up! Someone call 911!" Tears began to slide down her cheeks as she picked up his head and cradled his body. "Please, someone help him!"
Ross dashed for the phone and dialed 911 as Rachel, Joey, and Phoebe looked on in horror. "Hello, operator? I need an ambulance here right away! My brother-in-law is having a heart attack!" he shouted into the phone.
Monica sobbed as she continued to talk to Chandler. "Chandler, please wake up, please," she agonized.
Within a few minutes, the sound of sirens filled the air.
To be continued.
A/n: Hey again! Did you like it? Next chapter should be up soon.this will be a relatively short little fic. Thanks for reading!
Setting: Rachel and Ross have Emma and are not together but live together. Monica and Chandler are married, and Joey and Phoebe are engaged. Monica, Chandler, Joey, and Phoebe still live in the same places. Rachel and Ross live in the Bronx.
Disclaimer: I do not own Friends. The brilliant executives at NBC do.
Chapter 1: Something's Wrong
"Mmmm, the food smells terrific, Mon," Phoebe said.
"Can we eat now, please? Please please please please please???" Joey whined.
"No! Not until Ross, Rachel, and Emma get here," Monica scolded. "They should be here in just a little while. They called about a half hour ago and said they were on their way." Ross and Rachel had an apartment in the Bronx. Monica and Chandler still lived in their Manhattan apartment, and the engaged Joey and Phoebe lived across the hall.
"Aww, you're no fun," Joey pouted. He sat down on the couch next to Phoebe and crossed his arms. Phoebe laughed and kissed him on top of his head.
"Sweetie, are you alright in there?" Monica called to Chandler, who was still in the bathroom. "You've been in there for quite a while."
"Uh, yeah, I'm just fine. I just finished showering, so I'll be out in a few minutes," he replied. He was feeling a bit faint, but he decided not to tell Monica. She was already stressed enough with the preparation of their Thanksgiving dinner, and he didn't want to worry her. He turned on the faucet and splashed some cold water onto his face to try to wake himself up. He told himself that he was probably just tired from the flight from Tulsa. Rubbing his eyes, he made his way into the kitchen.
"Ooh, honey, that turkey smells awesome," he said as he walked over to Monica. He hugged her playfully and kissed her on the cheek as she took the turkey out of the oven and continued to prepare their meal.
Just then, Ross and Rachel, who was carrying Emma, walked into the apartment. "Hey everyone!" they shouted.
"Hi guys!" Monica yelled. "Awww, how adorable! Let me see my favorite niece!" She completely ignored the turkey and rushed over to see Emma, who was fast asleep.
Chandler laughed. "Sure, Mon, ignore the turkey so you can go see the baby," he said. "Fine, fine, I'll just carve it myself."
He walked over to the counter and began carving the turkey. Joey and Phoebe rose from the couch and fawned over Emma for a bit while Ross and Rachel got settled in.
"Okay, everyone, the food is all set!" Monica called.
"Yeah, it's time to sit down and eat," Chandler said.
Everyone sat down to the table and began to prepare for the enormous feast. Monica set out the turkey, mashed potatoes, gravy, cranberry sauce, squash, and corn. Joey immediately grabbed the closest plate and served himself.
They all laughed. "Typical Joey," Monica giggled.
Just as everyone was serving themselves, Chandler felt dizzier than ever. His heart began to pound, and sweat poured down his forehead and cheeks. Suddenly, his right arm went numb. An explosion of sharp pain filled his chest, and he clutched at his throat. Gasping, he collapsed on the floor, grimacing in agony.
"Oh my god, are you alright Chandler?" Monica called, leaping up from her chair. She threw down her napkin and rushed to his side.
He turned to her with a horrible look on his face. He managed to whisper, "I.I.I think I'm having a heart attack." His body went limp and he slumped to the floor, unconscious.
Monica screamed. "Chandler! Chandler! Wake up! Wake up! Someone call 911!" Tears began to slide down her cheeks as she picked up his head and cradled his body. "Please, someone help him!"
Ross dashed for the phone and dialed 911 as Rachel, Joey, and Phoebe looked on in horror. "Hello, operator? I need an ambulance here right away! My brother-in-law is having a heart attack!" he shouted into the phone.
Monica sobbed as she continued to talk to Chandler. "Chandler, please wake up, please," she agonized.
Within a few minutes, the sound of sirens filled the air.
To be continued.
A/n: Hey again! Did you like it? Next chapter should be up soon.this will be a relatively short little fic. Thanks for reading!