allrighty, people, we've moved on to chapter three! Sorry it took me so
long to post.....I was SUPPOSED to be writing stuff for school, but it's so
much more fun to write this! Anyway, thanks for reviewing the last chapter-
just to clarify, because there was some confusion-Monica is married to
Richard, and their two children are Micaela and Ryan. Chandler isn't
involved with the group at all. He's just some random man. Get it, got it?
Good! Anyway, there was one review that made me laugh SO hard! The reviewer
was like "The idea of Monica and Richard having children is just so gross!
This story is gross, you're gross! Delete this!" lol....okay, I guess some
M&C fans don't like Mon having kids with some one else, but c'mon! Okay,
I've rambled on enough now-here's chapter three, enjoy and review!
Disclaimer: No one is mine, except for Ryan and Micaela.
Chapter Three
Pain. That was the only thought going through Chandler's mind as he regained consciousness. Pain like he'd never felt before. Sure, he'd gotten his share of bruises and scrapes, but nothing like this. "Arrrrg," he moaned as he struggled to sit up.
As soon as he sat up, he automatically wished he hadn't. For the sight that lay before his eyes was worse than any pain could ever be. Bodies. Everywhere. And if the sights weren't enough, the noises were worse. Screams, yells, babies crying. But, Chandler told himself, at least the noises meant people were alive. For a fleeting second, Chandler wondered if all the bodies around were really alive, just unconscious, like he'd been. Silently praying to himself that his thoughts were true, his scooted himself over to where Richard's body lay.
"Please," he whispered, "Please let him be okay." Chandler'd never really been one to pray, but if there was ever a moment in which prayers were needed, this was it. "Please, he's got a family."
Chandler squeezed his eyes shut from the pain of moving, but he knew he had to keep going. He had to help Richard. Finally, after what seemed like hours of agony, but was really barely a minute, Chandler reached Richard's body. His eyes were shut, his face bleeding and bruised. Chandler gently shook him. "Richard," he said loudly, "Richard, c'mon, wake up!"
He didn't stir.
"Richard!" Chandler said, a bit louder, "C'mon, wake up, right now!"
He didn't stir.
Chandler had known, all along, that he was probably gone. But he hadn't wanted to feel his pulse, for fear of confirming it. But as he reached for Richard's hand, he realized he'd have to confirm the information. Richard was dead.
***
Stay calm, Monica told herself. "You don't know he's dead," she thought silently, "He's probably just fine. They didn't say there were no survivors. Stay calm. Calm down."
But deep down, there was a part of her that knew he might be gone.
Monica inched her way back into the family, wondering whether or not she really wanted to hear the news.
"Mommy," Ryan said, interrupting Monica's thoughts, "They said the plane was comin' from Philadelphia......wasn't Daddy there?"
Monica drew in her breath sharply. "Uh, yeah, baby, he was," she said softly, "But don't worry. I'm sure Daddy's fine."
For a moment, she wondered if she was just lying to her children, or if really, she was lying to herself.
***
"What's your name, sir?" The paramedic asked Chandler as he lifted him into the ambulance.
"Chandler Bing," Chandler said softly. He couldn't believe it. He, Chandler Bing, was alive, while Richard Burke was dead. He'd only known Richard a few hours, but he knew, without a doubt, that Richard was the one who deserved to be alive. Not him.
"Any family we can contact?" the paramedic asked.
The paramedics' words hit Chandler like an ice cold brick. No, they wouldn't have to contact his family. But they would have to contact Richard. Ryan and Micaela has lost their father. Monica had lost her husband. And Chandler, right now, was the only one that knew.
"Uh, no, not really," Chandler said softly.
"Okay, Mr. Bing," the paramedic said, "It looks like you've got a concussion, which is nothing serious, a leg which I'm guessing is broken, and an arm that may be as well. We'll x-ray them at the hospital. But, you seem to be in pretty good shape otherwise. It's a miracle."
Chandler nodded. A miracle. Sure, it was. But he wasn't the one the miracle should've been granted to.
***
"Ryan, Cae, how about you get in bed?" Monica said shakily. She'd been glued to the news for an hour now, and hadn't found anything out. Still, if there was something to be found, she didn't want the children to be awake when she did.
After she put Ryan and Micaela to bed, Monica returned to the living room. She stationed herself on the couch, eyes glued to the screen. "Please," she whispered under her breath, "Please let him be okay."
She told herself that he was strong, that he'd make it. He'd be okay. After all, hadn't the newscaster said that there were some survivors? He had to be one of them. Of course he was.
Right? ***
"Well, Mr. Bing, it looks like just the broken leg for today. Your arm is fractured, but it should be alright," the doctor told Chandler as he sat in the hospital.
"What, uh, what about the other people?" Chandler said quietly.
"What other people?" The doctor asked.
"The other passengers," Chandler explained.
"Well, Mr. Bing, I have to say you were quite lucky. Those who made it out alive were injured quite greatly. You're one of the few I can actually release tonight."
Chandler nodded, "What about the ones who died?"
"What do you mean?"
"Have, uh, their families been told?" Chandler asked.
The doctor nodded, "It was the sad duty of a few of my colleagues to inform their families. We were lucky, though. Your flight was barely a third full. There was very few deaths.
Very few, whatever, it didn't matter, thought Chandler. The one person who did matter had still died.
***
Monica put down the phone, in disbelief.
No, it couldn't be true. Just a few hours ago Richard had been vibrant, full of life. It couldn't be true. He couldn't be dead.
And yet, he was.
TBC....
PLEASE REVIEW!
Disclaimer: No one is mine, except for Ryan and Micaela.
Chapter Three
Pain. That was the only thought going through Chandler's mind as he regained consciousness. Pain like he'd never felt before. Sure, he'd gotten his share of bruises and scrapes, but nothing like this. "Arrrrg," he moaned as he struggled to sit up.
As soon as he sat up, he automatically wished he hadn't. For the sight that lay before his eyes was worse than any pain could ever be. Bodies. Everywhere. And if the sights weren't enough, the noises were worse. Screams, yells, babies crying. But, Chandler told himself, at least the noises meant people were alive. For a fleeting second, Chandler wondered if all the bodies around were really alive, just unconscious, like he'd been. Silently praying to himself that his thoughts were true, his scooted himself over to where Richard's body lay.
"Please," he whispered, "Please let him be okay." Chandler'd never really been one to pray, but if there was ever a moment in which prayers were needed, this was it. "Please, he's got a family."
Chandler squeezed his eyes shut from the pain of moving, but he knew he had to keep going. He had to help Richard. Finally, after what seemed like hours of agony, but was really barely a minute, Chandler reached Richard's body. His eyes were shut, his face bleeding and bruised. Chandler gently shook him. "Richard," he said loudly, "Richard, c'mon, wake up!"
He didn't stir.
"Richard!" Chandler said, a bit louder, "C'mon, wake up, right now!"
He didn't stir.
Chandler had known, all along, that he was probably gone. But he hadn't wanted to feel his pulse, for fear of confirming it. But as he reached for Richard's hand, he realized he'd have to confirm the information. Richard was dead.
***
Stay calm, Monica told herself. "You don't know he's dead," she thought silently, "He's probably just fine. They didn't say there were no survivors. Stay calm. Calm down."
But deep down, there was a part of her that knew he might be gone.
Monica inched her way back into the family, wondering whether or not she really wanted to hear the news.
"Mommy," Ryan said, interrupting Monica's thoughts, "They said the plane was comin' from Philadelphia......wasn't Daddy there?"
Monica drew in her breath sharply. "Uh, yeah, baby, he was," she said softly, "But don't worry. I'm sure Daddy's fine."
For a moment, she wondered if she was just lying to her children, or if really, she was lying to herself.
***
"What's your name, sir?" The paramedic asked Chandler as he lifted him into the ambulance.
"Chandler Bing," Chandler said softly. He couldn't believe it. He, Chandler Bing, was alive, while Richard Burke was dead. He'd only known Richard a few hours, but he knew, without a doubt, that Richard was the one who deserved to be alive. Not him.
"Any family we can contact?" the paramedic asked.
The paramedics' words hit Chandler like an ice cold brick. No, they wouldn't have to contact his family. But they would have to contact Richard. Ryan and Micaela has lost their father. Monica had lost her husband. And Chandler, right now, was the only one that knew.
"Uh, no, not really," Chandler said softly.
"Okay, Mr. Bing," the paramedic said, "It looks like you've got a concussion, which is nothing serious, a leg which I'm guessing is broken, and an arm that may be as well. We'll x-ray them at the hospital. But, you seem to be in pretty good shape otherwise. It's a miracle."
Chandler nodded. A miracle. Sure, it was. But he wasn't the one the miracle should've been granted to.
***
"Ryan, Cae, how about you get in bed?" Monica said shakily. She'd been glued to the news for an hour now, and hadn't found anything out. Still, if there was something to be found, she didn't want the children to be awake when she did.
After she put Ryan and Micaela to bed, Monica returned to the living room. She stationed herself on the couch, eyes glued to the screen. "Please," she whispered under her breath, "Please let him be okay."
She told herself that he was strong, that he'd make it. He'd be okay. After all, hadn't the newscaster said that there were some survivors? He had to be one of them. Of course he was.
Right? ***
"Well, Mr. Bing, it looks like just the broken leg for today. Your arm is fractured, but it should be alright," the doctor told Chandler as he sat in the hospital.
"What, uh, what about the other people?" Chandler said quietly.
"What other people?" The doctor asked.
"The other passengers," Chandler explained.
"Well, Mr. Bing, I have to say you were quite lucky. Those who made it out alive were injured quite greatly. You're one of the few I can actually release tonight."
Chandler nodded, "What about the ones who died?"
"What do you mean?"
"Have, uh, their families been told?" Chandler asked.
The doctor nodded, "It was the sad duty of a few of my colleagues to inform their families. We were lucky, though. Your flight was barely a third full. There was very few deaths.
Very few, whatever, it didn't matter, thought Chandler. The one person who did matter had still died.
***
Monica put down the phone, in disbelief.
No, it couldn't be true. Just a few hours ago Richard had been vibrant, full of life. It couldn't be true. He couldn't be dead.
And yet, he was.
TBC....
PLEASE REVIEW!