Hey Coleys! Second Upload. Im going to continue this into a normal story if i dont end with writers block. Thanks for the views on the first day!I was waaaay impressed by it. If any of you have ideas about what to write. Just message away, happy for any contributions. Stay Crazy!
-Its Morning Monica comes out of her bedroom in a fluffy red bath robe. She sits down on the sofa and slumps her head back, before sneezing. Rachel Enters-
"Jeez Mon… You couldn't sneeze a little quieter next time." Rachel went to the kitchen and poured a glass of juice. She is wearing a white bathrobe. "Rach? How come you aren't at work?" Asks Monica groggily
"Oh… I get a day off because im 'sick' but really I just got a lot on my mind" Rachel and sits down next to Monica, bringing a glass of water for her. "Oh Rach you know if you wanna…"
"I know, I know you're here for me and I appreciate it but I'd rather not talk about it okay?" Rachel says as she puts a hand on Monica's knee. "Now, how about you tell me why you aren't at work?"
"Wait…Work! Oh my god Rachel I forgot about work, I gotta get ready." Monica stood quickly but began to wobble on her feet. Rachel gently pulled her back down. "Uh-uh Mon. No work, you look sick"
"Im not sick! I haven't been sick in 3 years. Being sick's for wimps and pansies. Besides im fined"
"Sweetie, when you put a 'D' at the end of fine, you clearly not fine" And no one's going to think that you're a pansy. But they will think you need a tissue for that runny nose" Rachel gives Monica's shoulder a gentle rub.
"But I am fined. Fine-d. Fine-d. You know what, that's a really hard word to say."
"Sure it is sweetie. But you definitely need some rest okay?" Monica reluctantly nods in agreement as her head starts to make her feel like she were spinning, then made her feel nauseas. She quickly got up and ran to the bathroom, slamming the door behind her. She pulled up the toilet lid and began to throw up violently. Rachel stood up, went to the bathroom door and nocked gently once it was silent. "Mon… You alright in there? Let me in hunni, I think you need someone to hold your hair back for you." The door opened an inch and Rachel slid inside. Monica was hunched over the toilet, her face tear stained and there was wretch down the front of her robe. "Oh Monica…" Rachel quickly pulled Monica's dirty robe off, took off her own and put it over Mon's shoulders. Then got some tissues and a glass of water.
"Right, were gonna sit here until you're ready to move, im going to hold your hair back and if you need to hurl just…" Monica began to throw up again. Rachel quickly scooped up Monica's hair away from her face, and sat on her knee's next to her, gently rubbing her back. Once she had finished Monica began to cry, evidently for the second time. "Rachel… Thanks"
"Don't count on it sweetie, now feel like you're ready to move?" Monica nodded and holding onto Rachel's arms, walked back to the couch. "Now you stay here, and put my robe on properly and I'll get you some soup and some water and the TV remote and I'll call your work and…"
"Rach…Slow down. You don't have to do all that…I can do it for myself"
"No Monica. Im going to sort it all out for you. In the meantime sleep." And with that Rachel picked up her coat, putting it over her Pyjamas, grabbed her purse and went out.