All of us are in the hospital, waiting, all on edge. Joey needs a few stitches is the last we heard.

He comes out with his left forearm all bandaged up. A few bandages wrap around to his upper arm as well.

"Joey!" We all seem to express in sync. He gives us all a half smile.

"So, what happened are you okay?" Monica worriedly questions him.

"Yeah, I just needed like four stitches, the rest is just bandaged to keep it covered and let the cuts heal.

"Well, what happened?" Ross jumps in.

"Yeah man, how'd you do this?" Chandler inquires as well.

"I feel on some broken glass," he says and we all gasp at the thought.

"Good thing you only got your arm then, it could have been worse!" Ross points out.

"Yeah I guess so," Joey agrees.

"We need to keep a better watch on you mister," Phoebe tries to joke and it makes him smile, but he can hear a near cry in her voice and so he reaches out to rub her arm comfortingly.

"I'm just so glad you're okay," I say and give him a hug on his right side, his good side now.

"Yeah, we all are. We were so worried when Rachel ran over," Monica comments.

"Yeah, it wasn't a pretty sight," Chandler grins at him.

"I know I saw it; it was my arm," Joey kiddingly glares at him.

A doctor comes out then and walks over to us.

"How are you all," he greets us. "These are for Joey, he has to change his bandages ever night and then come back in two weeks to get the stitches out okay?" he informs us as he hands Joey a small container full of bandages and medicine to apply.

We all nod and then thank him for his help.


When we get home everyone wants to spend time with Joey and make him feel better. We're all in Monica's and Chandler's apartment. We're all watching TV and snacking on popcorn. It's nice; I love spending time the six of us like this. After a while though we get tired and head back, except I let Joey go and Ross and phoebe leave and Chandler heads to his room. I stay to talk to Monica. I need to tell her what I did the other night.

"You kissed his neck?" she makes sure she understands what I'm telling her.

"Yes, I don't know what I was – why – I don't know!" I keep my voice as hushed as I can so that Chandler can't hear.

"Wow, well um maybe it was just a spur of the moment thing, I mean you don't think you have feelings for Joey do you?" She asks me

"No, I don't think so, I mean he's Joey! My roommate, my friend, he's, he's…Joey!" I repeat myself.

"I know, but you kissed him."

"Monica, I know!" I still manage to yell in a hushed tone, but it's getting tougher to keep it up.

"Okay, I'm just saying it seems weird you would kiss his neck for no reason."

"You know what, I'm just gonna forget about it. It's probably just because I haven't really been with anyone in a while and I was spending so much close time with him, right, that's seems right."

"I guess," Monica shrugs.

"Alright, just don't mention this to anyone."

"I never do," she reminds me.

"Thank you," I whisper and head back to my apartment.

I walk in and see Joey struggling to get his bandages off. I walk over and immediately go to help him. He stops and lets me take over. When I look up at him for a second he gives me a sweet smile.

"There's no way I'm letting you do this yourself and mess it up," I laugh. He snickers at that. When the old bandages on his forearm are off I see the four stitches and all his scraps and cuts. I almost cringe, but don't want him to see. I continue to unwrap the bandages on his upper arm. I unwrap it slowly around his bicep, not being able to help but notice it now. I see the cuts there too and frown at the whole situation. I take the medicine now and begin to apply it to all his cuts.

"You're not grossed out?" he asks right as I begin.

"I think I can handle it."

I continue to cover all his cuts.

"Joey?"

"Yeah?"

"What really did happen? How did you fall, where even was it?"

"I was just outside and got distracted, tripped and fell. And there was broken glass on the side of the street."

I make a painful face as a reaction.

"What was the distraction?"

He lifts his eyebrows at this and then a second later grins at me.

"A girl huh?" I smirk back at him.

"Don't worry, she's not prettier than you," he cracks another flirtatious smile.

"I hope not, I like to be the prettiest one in the apartment."

"I'm sure you mean females only, because otherwise there wouldn't really be much of a competition, would there?" He jokes and uses his other hand to point at himself and hold his head as high as he can.

"Ha, okay sure Joe," I laugh at him.

I'm finished applying the medicine and so I grab some fresh bandages to put on. I start wrapping them around his arm. When I get to his bicep I enjoy taking my time and feeling his whole arm, it's nice…. it must be the lack of men in my life at the moment, I ration as I realize what I'm doing again. I press the last piece of bandage down and look over my work.

"Looks good," he verifies for me. "Thanks."

"Hey, let's not do stuff like this again I hate seeing you hurt."

He looks at me after I say this, a little too long, because I'm about to ask what's wrong, but he beats me to the first word.

"I'll do my best," he says. "Well, I think I'm gonna head to bed."

"Okay, goodnight," I say and start putting away the bin of bandages and creams, but I notice he hasn't left. I look up at him.

"Oh yeah, I forgot you only came in when I was sick – I got so used to it," he suddenly blushes at me. He quickly turns and heads to his room. I smile and walk over to his doorframe.

"Joey, you can never run out of goodnight kisses," I tell him. He's already in his bed, pulling the covers over him. He lets himself smile again. I walk over to him; he's still sitting up though.

"I'm just glad you appreciate them now," I joke with him. I lean in and kiss him on his cheek.

"Goodnight, prettiest girl in the apartment."

I chuckle at his comment and then leave, closing his door behind me.