Much Ado about a Nubbin

Author's Note: Hi. This is my first fic on here. This idea came to me after I watched "The One With Phoebe's Husband". This might be a tad weird.

Disclaimer- I'll say it each time; the characters aren't mine.

His mind was so fuzzy. Light and dark undulated and swirled violently in his eyes. He felt pain both sharp and dull, deep within and on his skin. His mind tried to clear, then gave up, then tried again. During its attempts, he tried to tell where the pain was coming from. Chest. Eye. Somewhere between his legs. He gave up trying to find the location of the pain. He wished to be nothing again, but the urges to regain full and immediate consciousness proved to be annoying.

"Do not resist, Chandler Bing," a voice commanded.

I'm trying not to, really, Chandler thought.

"Just a few moments more, Chandler. Now let yourself go to sleep," a female voice said.

The swirls of light, dark, and colors soon blended into a gray sea. Before he slipped from the last toehold of consciousness, the female voice said, "Now keep this attached, Chandler. I don't want to have to come all the way here and replace this again." A sharp pain in his chest followed, and he was out.

Chandler Bing forced his eyes to open to see the morning daylight on the ceiling. The Coca-Cola clock on the wall told him it was almost noon, and yet he was still sleepy after more than a full night's sleep. He didn't feel like he had a good night, either; his head and body ached. He was just about to surrender to the drowsiness when he caught the smell of Monica's blueberry pancakes from the kitchen. That got him moving. He pushed himself out of the bed and shuffled into the bathroom. He turned on the light and faced the mirror to see the familiar frazzled hair, facial features, and body. After splashing his face, his eye caught something in the mirror. He stared at it in disbelief. That can't be there, he thought. It just couldn't possibly be there. He felt it with his fingers and looked down at his own body. Sure enough, it was really there. With eyes wide with shock, he threw open the bathroom door and shouted, "It's back! It grew back!"

Monica ran in to see Chandler pointing at his chest and asked, "What's back?"

"The third nipple I had sliced off! It's back!" Chandler shouted.

Author's Note: How is this so far? Are you intrigued? Please leave a review!