She opened her eyes and looked up. All she saw was white. A white ceiling. Where am I? She asked herself, and then she understood, it was in a hospital. Emma brushed her hair away and felt her forehead, there was a small bandage, but it hurt. She got up and opened the door, she could barely remember what happened, just screaming and holding her moms hand, and then blacking out. A nurse noticed her right away and rushed over.

"Oh sweetie, you're up, how are you feeling?" The pleasantly plum young nurse whose tag said Jane asked her.

"I feel fine," Emma said confused "I know I'm in a hospital, I assume there was a car accident and I blacked out, where are my parents?"

"Yes, you were in a car accident, you were bought here about four hours ago, you were asleep. Why don't you go back to bed, your aunt will come in, in just a minute," Nurse Jane said gesturing for Emma to get back into the hospital bed.

Still confused Emma obeyed her, and was about to ask for her parents again but the nurse left. In bed Emma sat up trying to remember what happened. She must have not been hurt if all she had were some minor scratches that were covered in simple bandages. What aunt did the nurse mean, she thought, probably Monica, or maybe even Phoebe, no way could it be one of her mom's sisters. Her thinking was correct as just that second the door opened and Monica walked in.

"Oh my goodness, Emma, you're alright," Monica said through tears rushing over to Emma's bed and giving her a hug.

Emma hugged her back wondering about the tears in Monica's eyes.
"Yeah, Aunt Monica I'm fine. Where are Mom and Dad?"
Monica turned away obviously trying to hold back any extra tears. She sat on the corner of Emma's bed and took her hand.

"Emma," she said clearly and quietly.

"Yes?" Emma asked nervously with tears forming up in her own eyes.

Monica looked down and then back at Emma nodding her head to herself. "There is no way to say this, no easy way for me to say it, no easy way for you to hear it." Monica chocked back tears and turned around for another second still holding on to Emma's hand.

Emma was now ahead of her aunt's words and was alarmed.

"Aunt Monica, tell me. My parents, are they okay?"

Monica took a breath in, and replied.

"No, they are not. Emma, you and your parents were in a car accident. The taxi you were in slid on all of the rain and had to slow down, which caused a drunk driver to slam into it. You were saved from any harm of it. So was the driver of the cab. Your parents weren't so lucky."

Emma starting sobbing, and turned away from Monica looking up at the ceiling, not even knowing how to cry in this situation.

"So are you telling me, are they..., are they?" Emma asked looking back at Monica.

Monica nodded. "Ross, your father, my brother," new tears rolled out, "was killed at the spot. Your mother is in very critical condition and the doctors say she doesn't have more than a few hours."

Emma was speechless, these were her parents. HER PARENTS. HER FATHER WAS DEAD.

Despite all that Monica was feeling, the death of her brother, and the fact that she was going to lose her best friend, she had to be strong for the young girl whose parents they were.

"You don't have to say anything," Monica told her "But if you do, we are all here at the hospital."

Emma looked straight into Monica's eyes.

"Can I see my mom?" she asked

Monica was taken back by that and even moved back a bit.

"A-Are you sure? Emma, she is in very critical condition."

"But she is in this hospital?"

"Yes."

"Then I can see her. She is my mother for God's sake! Let me see her!" Emma cried falling into Monica's arms and crying.

"Okay, okay. Lets go." Monica told her and they left the room.

They walked the one floor down hand in hand where Rachel's room was. In the waiting room Emma noticed everyone. All four of her grandparents, Jack, Judy, Sandra, and Leonard, their heads in their hands. Chandler standing by side trying to keep a grim face without any tears, but it wasn't working. Phoebe and Mike were sitting together crying silently. Amy and Jill Green were off to another side resting their heads in their husband's shoulders. Joey was sitting in a chair shaking his head and sobbing, his wife Vicky patting him on his back and brushing away her own tears. Carol and Susan were next to them, comforting each other. Ben, Emma's twenty four year old half brother was holding the hand of his fiancé, Felicity, his head up high, chocking up tears.

Besides the tears it was so silent, not many even noticed Emma and Monica walk in the room, except for Chandler, her rushed over and hugged them. Monica motioned him over to the side.

"Emma wants to go in and see Rachel. I told her everything." she told him.
"Monica, Rachel is dying. She doesn't have much time," Chandler said.
"But she's her mother, Emma has to see her mother, and she wants to, we take that away from her."
"The doctors say Rachel can barely talk, wouldn't that be harder on Emma?" Chandler asked.
"Maybe, but it's not our choice, and we don't have much time. Lets take her in," Monica told him going back over to Emma who was hugging Ben, both of them in shock over the loss of their father.

"C'mon Emma, if you want to, we go now," Monica told her.

"Yes," Emma said backing away from Ben.

The three of them walked into the room where a woman that was barely recognizable as Rachel Green was lying. Her body was hooked up to needles, but her eyes her slightly open and she was staring at nothing, but it might have been like she was thinking of everything, she didn't even notice when the door to her room opened.

Emma stepped closer to the fragile, barely living woman that was her mother. She looked back at Monica and Chandler and waved them away.

"Are you sure?" Monica asked her.

Emma nodded. "I want to be alone with her."

Her aunt and uncle turned around exiting the room.

Emma stepped up to other side of the bed, which her mother was facing, and looked down at her face.

"Mom?" she asked softly.

Rachel opened her eyes more. "Emma, honey, is that you?"

"Yes, mom. It's me. I know everything." Emma said taking her hand, starting up fresh tears.

"Oh no no no, sweetie, please don't cry. Don't cry sweetie. We don't have much time, I don't want you to cry," Rachel said, tears in her own eyes.

"Okay, okay" Emma said wiping away her tears with her free hand, "I wont cry if you don't want me to."

Rachel nodded her head with as much strength as she could.

"Emma, I doubt I even have an hour left, but would you listen to me?" Rachel asked her daughter. "Of course," She said sitting down on the chair next to her mother's bed, not letting go of Rachel's warm hand.

Looking straight into her daughter's eyes, Rachel started talking.

"Emma, the day you were born, it was the happiest day of my life. I know all mothers say that, but it's not cliché, it's the truth. A child is the best joy a person can get. I was blessed with one child, and one amazing child. I could not have ever wished for my life to be any different, because then I wouldn't have you. For the past sixteen years you have been the biggest reason that I smile every day. I couldn't love you more than anything, in no way. Your father, he can no longer say it, but he loved you so much. You were his little girl. Maybe he was overprotective of you, I think I was too, but it's because we love you. Your father was an amazing person; I have never loved any man as much as I love him. We were an amazing family, and you are much the reason for that. I will be gone soon, and your father already is, but you will have a happy life. Monica and Chandler love you so much, and I love them too, you will live with them, and they will care for you, I am letting them, because I know that they will do a good job. I want you to be happy in life. I don't want you to cry over us being gone, but to laugh remembering all of our good times together, and oh boy, there were many, many good times. I want you to live a good life, finish school, go to college, get married, have children so you know what a joy they are. When you have your own children, tell them about me and Ross, tell them about all of our memories, even tell them the crazy story of Ross and Rachel, of how we loved each other. Our love was always there, never on a break. I love you, Emma, my daughter, the best part of my life. Thank You for making the past sixteen years of my life amazing. Thank you for being the best daughter in the world. I love you so much."

Emma was sobbing. So was Rachel

"I love you too Mom. You and dad are the greatest parents, I couldn't wish for better. Thank You for everything." Emma told her mother hugging her gently, and giving her a kiss.

They both sat their for a few minutes just staring at each other with the love that only a mother and a daughter could share. After a while Rachel was gone. She died holding her daughters hand. Emma didn't cry new tears them moment her mother died, she was still thinking of the beautiful words Rachel said to her, and how she would remember them always and forever.

Review. Chapter Three to be up soon.