Hi everyone, this is BookWorm94 here. I'm a huge Friends fan and I've seen every episode. I have written one fanfic before. Please check it out! There will be some references in this one to the one I wrote previously.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Friends series or characters. I make no money off of this. I wish I did. I'd be rather rich.

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I'm in the kitchen, peeling carrots, when the phone rings. My parents should be at the house any minute- every two weeks they come for dinner. Ross, Rachel, Emma, and Matthew usually come next door too. Chandler is playing with Jack and Erica, who have just turned two, in the living room. The phone startles me, and I shakily lay down the knife before walking across the kitchen to answer.

"Hello?"

"Is this Monica Geller?"

I groan inside. People will not use my married name. It's quite annoying, especially since I've been married for almost five years now. I even have two children, whose last names are Bing. For some reason, I just can't get people to refer to me correctly.

"Monica Geller-Bing, yes," I say, obviously annoyed.

"Mrs. Bing, this is Dr. Gene Parry, I work at the New York City Hospital. I need you to come down here as soon as possible. Your parents are here."

Panic rises slightly in my throat and I can't help but squeak, "What's going on?"

"I'm not liable to tell you over the phone, ma'am. I'm calling on behalf of your mother- she's fainted. I need you to come here as soon as possible. I have to go check up on my other patients now. I'm sorry. Please hurry." He hangs up quickly and I can gather that he's a young doctor.

"Chandler!" I yell, whipping around. I walk quickly down the hallway, my hands shaking, into the living room. Chandler is playing 'Horsie' with the kids- Erica and Jack both sitting on his back as he walks around and halfheartedly neighs. Erica is wearing her cowboy hat and boots, while Jack has a cop hat on. Chandler's face is strained.

"What, Mon?" he says, in obvious pain. "I'm getting too old for this…" he mutters.

"My parents are at the hospital. Something's wrong with my dad, they won't tell me what. We have to go, now." I lift Erica off of Chandler's back and set her gently on the ground, before doing the same with Jack. Chandler slowly stands up and cringes.

"Okay, Mon. I'll get Erica and Jack's stuff, you get Ross and Rachel. Everything's going to be okay." He hugs me quickly and picks up both Erica and Jack. "Come on guys, let's go get some stuff!" he says excitedly. Chandler can make anything sound like an adventure to the kids.

I walk out the door and stride across the street. I open the front door, not bothering to knock.

Phoebe and Mike are on the couch, looking at Lily, their year old daughter, who is asleep in Mike's arms. It's a sweet picture, one I'd want to photograph if I weren't so upset.

"Mon, what are you doing here?" Phoebe asks, standing up and coming over to hug me. "You feel upset. What's going on?"

"My dad's in the hospital. They won't tell me what's going on. Can you take the kids tonight? Me and Chandler have to go as soon as possible."

"Oh, sure, it's fine. I hope everything's okay," she says, squeezing me. "Tell Rachel I'll take Emma and Matthew too."

I thank Phoebe and Mike and run back across the street, walking into Ross and Rachel's house.

"Hey Mon! How are you?" Rachel says perkily. She's bustling around their living room, picking up toys. How she can manage to look that good while doing housework, I will never know.

"Not good. Where's Ross?"

"Out in the backyard. Why, Mon, what's wrong?"

I ignore her, dashing outside to find my brother sweating over a lawnmower. Rachel follows me.

"Dammit, this thing won't work!" he yells, before glancing up at me. "Oh, hey Mon."

"Ross, we have to go to the hospital now. Mom and Dad are there. They won't tell me what's wrong with Dad." I hear Rachel gasp behind me.

"Oh my God. Okay… okay… okay!" he says. I can tell he's trying not to panic.

"Phoebe's taking the kids for tonight. She'll take Emma and Matthew too." My voice is somewhat calm. I'm surprised with myself. In situations like these, usually by now I'm panicking. I'm reminded of when the twins' mother went into labor, and how I had to sit down so I didn't pass out.

"Okay," Rachel says, disappearing into the house. Ross walks up to me and I hug him, squeezing my eyes shut. Then, we walk into the house, where Rachel holds up two bags of clothes and toys, Matthew and Emma beside her.

"We're ready," she says, and I walk outside with the family. I walk to my own house, while Ross and Rachel hold hands with their children and each other and cross the street.

Chandler has gotten a large bag of clothes and toys for the twins. Both of them are crying, and Erica is still in her cowboy costume. I run to them, and gently take off Erica's getup. Chandler looks embarrassed.

"They wanted ice cream," he says simply, and I nod. I console both of my children with the idea of spending the night at Aunt Phoebe's and Uncle Mike's- they brighten up immediately. We walk across the street and drop off the kids with Phoebe. They promptly begin playing. Phoebe hugs me and Rachel before Chandler, Ross, Rachel, and I walk across the street. We decide to carpool.

Chandler drives. The radio is on, but no one is talking, least of all singing along. We all just squeeze hands and hope for the best.

Forty five minutes later, we pull into the parking lot of the hospital. We pile out of the car. Chandler puts his arm around my shoulder, and Ross and Rachel link hands.

"We're here to see Jack and Judy Geller," Chandler says quietly to the receptionist. She nods.

"Room 228, second floor." She has a sympathetic look on her face. "You're going to want to talk to their doctor first, though. He's right over there. Gene Parry."

We walk over to the brown haired, young doctor, who is sipping coffee and looking tired.

"The Gellers?" he asks, finishing his coffee.

"Yes," Chandler says. He's made himself the spokesman of the group, considering everyone else is a nervous wreck.

The doctor's eyes dim, and he looks down slightly before glancing back up at us.

"I'm sorry, but Mr. and Mrs. Geller were in a car accident this afternoon. Mrs. Geller has only suffered minor arm injuries, but Mr. Geller…" He trails off, and I can tell he's upset about what he has to say next.

"Mr. Geller died in the accident. I'm so sorry for your loss," he says quietly.