II

The blood and stains

She immediately awoke, her eyes wide, her breath shaky. The taxi was violently moving as two huge bright lights hurtled toward them, a truck.

"RACHEL! FOR GOD SAKE GET DOWN!" Ross screamed, turning around and pushing her head so she was protected. One more loud screech from the tyres, a last shock.

The taxi smashed into the truck, the windows broke, the car in pieces. It flipped on the ground, tumbling in all directions. The truck driver tried to move his giant vehicle, only to hit the taxi once more, sending it down a slopy hill. It tumbled and never stopped until it reached the icy bottom. The howling wind broke the eerie silence, the taxi was on fire, pieces of it scattered everywhere, blood.

He lay their, motionless on the cold snowy ground. His head was badly damaged, his bones ached, but he got up, his instinct was to find her. Walking with his hand gripped onto his left arm, stopping the blood. Some of it trickled down his head, his legs.

"Rachel! Rachel! Dear god Rachel!" He shouted, in hope she would answer. Nothing, only silence.

And then he found her, her body lifeless on the ground, her torn turtleneck sweater, her jeans covered in snow. Blood slowly oozed out her sides, it warm substance melting small parts of snow, staining it red. Ross immediately ran to her, kneeling by her side, shaking her.

"Rachel, wake up! I'll stop the blood, I'll stop it!" he whimpered, holding his hand on the gash on her side. He grabbed the phone in his pocket with his spare hand and dialled 911.

"911, state your emergency." said a womans voice on the other end of the line.

"I need...I need an ambulance, I need.." he couldnt speak.

"Ok sir, remain calm, where are you excatly?"

"I dont know...I..." He couldnt speak, his eyes stared at Rachel's body. His head thumped as he felt dizzy, he rubbed his eyes as he dropped the phone, trying to breath as he felt his throat close up. His stomach burned as he fell to the ground, the darkness swallowing him whole.

His eyes opened slowly to the fuzzy sight of a room. It was pure white with one window, a small brown table and a red chair. His body ached as he sat up, rubbing his head, feeling the crease lines. He was still in his clothes that were stained with his and Rachel's blood.

RACHEL!

He immediately got out of bed and charged towards the door, slamming it shut, looking around he spotted the receptionist desk, behind it was a tall woman. He rushed forward and demanded where his girlfriend was.

"Ross Geller, right? Well im sorry, you can't see her right now, please take a seat." she said, her voice slightly loud and dominating.

"I HAVE TO SEE HER! NOW!" he shouted, not taking no for an answer.

The receptionist was not taking his anger, and escorted him to a seat. Resting his head inbetween his palms, he sighed. What has he done, he has possibly killed the woman he loves.

Looking at a nearby public phone, he knew he should call Monica. Reaching over and dialling her number, he waited until she picked up.

"Hello?" said her voice, she sounded annoyed, proabably cooking. He looked down at his watch. 8:00 pm.

"Monica, its me Ross, something has happened..." he said hoarsely, his throat still sore. There was a long pause before Monica answered.

"What is it Ross? Tell me." she asked.

"Rachel and me, we had a car accident on the way home, there was truck...and..." he could speak anymore, he couldnt think of Rachel, not her.

"What?! What do you mean, are you okay, is she hurt!" Monica demanded. Ross could hear a clatter in the background, she probably dropped something.

"Im fine...its...Rachel...she lost a lot of blood...I think.." his eyes closed, tears almost falling down his cheek.

"NOT ANOTHER WORD! IM COMING!" she said, before the phone went dead. Ross slowly placed the phone back, his hands shaking, his mind filled with the memory of the accident, her screams. Slouching back onto the couch, he cried.

x

Ross and Rachel in an accident! Thats all that Monica could think off. After the talk with Ross, she immediately stopped cooking. Leaving a message to Chandler who was at work explaining what has happened, she went to Joeys apartment across the hall. Banging on the door, she waited until he came,

"Seriously, Monica, chill out! Whats wrong?!" he asked, ruffling his hair. He was probably just sleeping.

"Its Ross and Rachel, they were in a car accident, Ross is fine but Rachel is in a serious condition. We have to go, Now!" she shouted.

"Wait I need to get changed." he said, looking back inside his messy apartment. Ever since Chandler left to live with Monica, it was always messy.

"No, Joey, there is no time, call Phoebe and lets go."

The drive their was possibly the worst part. Monica took Joey and Phoebe to the hospital in her Porsche. No one spoke, they were too shocked. She parked in a space near the entrance, and the three quickly ran inside. Spotting Ross, Phoebe went over.

"Dear god, Ross. You are a mess, what happened?!" she asked, kneeling down beside him while Monica and Joey went to the receptionist.

"Don't want to talk about it." he said. He couldnt, not now.

Monica returned to Phoebe and Ross, her eyes looking a little tired.

"We have to wait for a couple of minutes, until we can see her." she said, sitting in the chair nex to Ross, rubbing his arm for comfort. Joey was over at a vending machine, getting a something to eat before going back to the others.

"She will be alright, Ross!" he said, patting him on the back.

Was she really

He couldnt think that, Rachel could be gone forever.

Just then, a lady in a blue shirt and trousers went up to them, carrying a register.

"Ross Geller?" she asked, ticking the sheet with her pen.

"Yes?" he replied.

"You can see her now."