AN: Thanks for all your encouraging reviews! Here goes chapter 3!

Joey's POV

After hanging up the phone with Phoebe, I can do nothing but stare at the blank wall in front of me. I can't believe Chandler was in an accident. I literally just talked to him the other day about his job and the twins, and now he's lying in a hospital bed somewhere? It's surreal. Part of me expects the phone to ring and when I pick up it is Chandler calling to say I'm an idiot. I would continue to tell myself that if Phoebe hadn't sounded so heartbroken on the phone, and if I hadn't heard Monica faintly crying in the background.

Finally, I snap out of my thoughts and scramble to pack a bag. I head off to LAX airport with the thought of Chandler not making it running through my head. He has to make it. He just has to.

"First available flight to JFK please," I ask in one breath to the cute receptionist, who I normally would've hit on. But this is not the time.

"I'm sorry sir, but the next available flight isn't until next week."

"Next week! I can't wait that long, my best friend has been in an accident back in New York! I have to get back!" I exclaim.

"I'm truly sorry sir," she replies awkwardly.

Sighing, I head towards the exit of the airport when I hear, "Oh. My. God!"

I turn around to find Janice standing there, her hand to her mouth. I grimace, not in the headspace to deal with her right now, not with Chandler hurt back in New York.

"Joey? What are you doing here?" she asks

"I'm trying to get to New York, Chandler has been in an accident."

"Oh no! My poor Bing-a-ling! You can have my ticket for today's flight, you need it more than I do."

"Really? Oh Janice, that would be great thank you!"

I rip the ticket from her hand and quickly hug her, mumbling another thank you before taking off towards the gate, silently praying that Chandler will be okay.

Monica's POV

Chandler lies on the hospital bed bruised and battered with no signs of waking up. Another sob escapes my lips as Rachel and Phoebe put their arms around me in comfort. I turn to cry on their shoulders until a faint knocking on the door is heard. The doctor walks in and raises his eyebrows as he takes in the number of people in my husband's room.

"Mrs. Bing?" he asks the room.

"That's me" I reply, my voice low and hoarse.

"Well, your husband suffered some pretty traumatic brain damage from when his head hit the window after the truck crashed into his car. This is why he is in the coma right now, as well as some broken bones. We got the internal bleeding under control through surgery when he first got here and are monitoring his vitals hourly. However, we don't know when he'll wake up or if he will have memory issues when he does. The likelihood is pretty high, so you'll have to be patient with him as he regains control of those neurons and memories."

I stand there, utterly stunned and overwhelmed by all the information the doctor just dumped on us and the calmness with which he did. It makes me angry that he can stay so serene when I am a mess, and my husband even worse. It takes a lot for me not to lash out at the doctor, when I realistically know he is the reason Chandler is still here at all.

"What does that mean?" asks Ross, "Will he survive?"

I turn to focus back on the doctor, anxiously waiting for his response.

"The next 24 hours are critical so after that we'll have a better idea. But Mr. Bing is young, healthy and looks like he has a lot of people hoping for him to be okay. In my experience, that is everything" the doctor replies smiling warmly.

"Thank you" I whisper my hostile feelings gone in a flash.

"No problem Mrs. Bing, I am just doing my job. We normally don't let this many people in the room, but I think I make an exception for you guys. After all, family is everything" he says.

A faint smile graces my lips but quickly falls again as my gaze falls on Chandler again. I immediately feel guilty for smiling when my husband is fighting for his life in the hospital bed right now.

"Alright, I am going to leave you now but the nurses will continue to check on Chandler. We advise you talk to him, believe that they can hear you, wherever they are. It helps, I promise" he winks before leaving us in silence.

My friends all turn their gaze to focus on me, waiting for my next move. Shakily, I walk to Chandler's bedside, tears forming in my eyes again. I take his hand in mine and a single tear makes its way down my cheek.

"Chandler..." I start, my voice wavering, "Honey, you - uh - you have to wake up. Jack needs you, Erica needs you, I need you, your...your baby needs you."

I say the last part as a whisper before my knees start to give out and Ross is there to catch me as I fall. He wraps his arms around me and rubs my back as another round of tears takes over my body. I sit in the hospital chair and refuse to move as the clock ticks on.

"Monica, honey, you have to go home," Rachel's voice startles me hours later.

Silently I shake my head. I can't leave Chandler, I just can't.

"Monica, I know you want to be with Chandler but Jack and Erica need you. They'll miss their daddy enough, don't make them miss their mommy too"

Her words bring me to my senses and reluctantly, I lift myself up from the uncomfortable chair. I follow Rachel out to her car and I am quiet for the car ride home.

Having to smile at my babies when their dad is fighting for his life is hard. The twins must have sensed how off I was as they did not make a fuss when I put them to bed earlier than usual.

As I get ready for bed I slip into one of Chandler's t-shirts and boxers before climbing into his side of the bed. It smells overwhelmingly of him and his aftershave that I can fool myself into thinking he is just in the bathroom. The emotional toll of today takes over, leading me into a dream-filled sleep...

"Chandler! Chandler!" I call looking all around my house.

Suddenly, I am standing in apartment 20 where my parents and Ross stand.

"Mom, Dad, where's Chandler?" I ask panicked.

"Oh Mon, don't you know, Chandler left you when he didn't ever get his memories back from before the accident. He left you and your family alone" my mom sneers.

"What? No, Chandler would never do that!" I cry.

"Oh wake up Monica, Chandler is gone and he isn't ever coming back."

Crying comes from the next room and my mother laughs, "Go ahead, go take care of your baby who has no father."

I wake up, tears streaming down my face at the thought of Chandler leaving me and our family. Realistically, I know that Chandler wouldn't just leave, even if he never got his memories back. He just isn't that kind of guy, yet that small seed of doubt wiggles in the back of my head.

The clock reads 5:13 in blinking red, and I know I could never fall back asleep now. Sighing, I swing my legs over the side of my bed and run my hands through my hair. I realize I haven't showered in a while so I head to the bathroom to wash the hospital off me. After my shower, I feel so alone and have a desperate need to see my babies. I don't want to wake Jack and Erica but right now I need to see them to make sure they're real.

I walk barefoot down the hallway to Jack and Erica's room. The room reminds me so much of Chandler that I have to put my arm against the doorframe to stop myself from falling over. From the beds he and Joey put together, to the toys he insisted they needed, to all the family photos of the three of us, it all makes me remember my husband.

After taking a minute to compose myself, I stand in the middle of the room watching my kids' little chests rising rhythmically up and down. They both love Chandler so much and I know it would destroy them if he never came home, especially since they couldn't understand what being in an accident means. And whoever is growing inside me deserves a father as great as Chandler. I wrap my arms around myself in an attempt to provide some comfort, but it does not work.

"Momma, why are you crying?" comes a little voice.

Turning I see Erica sitting up in her bed, her blond hair sticking in every direction, just like Chandler. Even from a distance I can see her blue eyes filled with concern.

"Oh baby, I just miss daddy, that's all" my voice cracks.

Erica gets out of bed and hugs my legs saying, "I miss daddy, too. When is he coming home?"

My heart breaks as I tell my three and a half year old, "I don't know Eri, momma doesn't know."

I pick her up and she rests her head on my shoulder, "I hope he comes home soon, I miss his jokes."

I let out a laugh at her honesty, "Me too baby, me too."

"Momma? Eri? Why are you awake?" comes Jack's tired and irritated voice.

"Come here Jacky, momma needs a hug."

Never one to miss out on a hug, Jack jumps out of bed and into my open arm as I kneel down. I stand, holding a twin in each arm and suddenly with both my babies in my arms, the ache in my chest that I have felt since I got that damned phone call feels a little smaller. I inhale their clean scent while rocking them back and forth. Maybe, just maybe, if the worst happens, we'll be okay. I just hope it never comes to that.

AN: I love writing Mon as a mother, it is my favorite thing. Also, wow, I didn't mean for that chapter to get so long I just couldn't find a good place to stop! As always R&R!