As soon as he heard his name being faintly uttered, from across the hall, Joey stopped counting the stains on his tv-set, rose from his barcalounger and sprinted into the apartment across from his.

" Hello?!", he yelled, as soon as he'd entered the flat.

" Joey, I'm in here!", the person, currently still unfamiliar to him, shouted.

" Hey, who is that?! You're really starting to freak me out here!", Joey retorted, as he started looking around the room in a confused daze.

" Oh, for the love of god, Joseph! It's me, Phoebe! I'm in the bathroom! There's something wrong with Chandler!", Phoebe clarified, on a frustrated tone.

" What's the matter with him this time? Is he chickening out again? Why doesn't he just propose to her already? I told him time and time again to ma…", Joey rambled, suddenly stopping his rant as he walked into the bathroom and saw the condition his best friend was in.

" Oh my god, what happened to him?!", he asked in sheer shock, while kneeling down beside the still eerily silent Chandler.

" He… he slit his wrists, Joey. I think he tried to… tried to kill himself.", Phoebe explained in a hoarse voice, fighting to hold back the tears.

" What?! But that can't be. He… he wouldn't… he would never.", Joey muttered, in sheer disbelief.

" It's true, Joey. Just look at him, if you don't believe me.", Phoebe said, as she bent her head low, in an attempt to hide her wet cheeks.

Joey then did as he was told, as he cautiously approached his friend's unmoving body and took a closer look at him. When he subsequently saw the highly noticeable bloodstains on the white towel, he started to feel sick.

" Joey, Joey are you okay? You've gone all pale.", Phoebe inquired, placing a comforting hand upon his shoulder.

" Oh… Pheebs, I don't think I…", Joey managed to bring out,right before he fainted, hitting his head against the door, in the process.

" Oh, that's just great.", Phoebe muttered to herself, before slowly dragging the unconscious Joey from the bathroom and lifting him up unto the couch. " You are in fact utterly useless in case of an emergency, Joseph Tribbiani.", she said softly. Then, she remembered how he'd hit the door and she quickly ran a hand over his head, to check for injuries.

" It's just a tiny bump, nothing to worry about.", she reassured her passed out friend. Then she sighed, as she took out her cell and called 911. ' This is what I should've done in the first place. I only hope that it isn't too late.', she found herself thinking, as she anxiously waited for someone to pick up.

After she'd informed the paramedics, Phoebe rushed back over to Chandler's side and checked his pulse again. " Thank god, you still have an heartbeat.", she said to him, as she softly stroked his hair. A part of her secretly hoped, that just the sound of a familiar voice, would be enough to wake him up. Chandler still wasn't responding though, and Phoebe only started to become more and more freaked-out, as she waited for the ambulance to arrive.

" What the hell is taking these guys so long?", she asked herself out loud, as she cautiously started removing the tightly knot towel, from Chandler's wrists.

She subsequently tore off the sleeve of her new shirt and ripped it in half. The fancy t-shirt was her most prized item of clothing, but when her friend's life was hanging in the balance like this, she knew what her priorities were.

" There you go, Chan-Chan-man.", she smiled, as she tied the pieces of cloth round both of his wrists.

After she had finished tending to his wrists, she started throwing random towels on the floor, piling them up, until she'd created something of a made-believe bed. Then, she gently laid Chandler's body down on top of the recently washed cotton textile and went to sit beside him again.

" Don't worry, Chandler. They'll get here soon and they're gonna make you all better alright?", she whispered, grabbing a tight hold of the unusually weak hand.

She sat by his side for quite a while, until she remembered something else: she still hadn't the faintest idea where Monica was. She hurriedly got back up and walked back into the living room, where she now spotted a crushed engagement ring, lying on the floor.

" My lord, what the hell happened in here?", she said to herself. Fearing the worst, she swiftly strode over to the bedroom, walked in and and started opening random closets.

That's when she saw that everything belonging to Monica, had suddenly disappeared. She sighed, as this only confirmed her worst suspicion: Monica had left him! She'd left Chandler! She gasped, as she finally connected all the dots.

Not really knowing what else to do, she finally took out her phone again and called Ross and Rachel.

" Hey, uhm Ross, I kinda need to tell you something. It's uh… it's about Chandler and Monica."