"Can you take me to New York hospital please?" I asked the ca driver when I finally made up my mind. I knew what I had to do. The cab pulled up to the hospital, I hopped out, forgetting to pay the driver. I ran over to Ross's room. It was empty. "No… he can't be…" I looked around, could there be any trace of when he had…gone?

"Miss Green?" Said a woman's voice over my shoulder. I turned around to face a nice looking woman, with compassion written across her face. "Ross Gellar has been moved to ward 12, you can go visit him if would like." I was shaking.

"Yeah, ok. Sure."

The friendly nurse led me to the new room, and I soon saw Ross, lying on the bed, looking pretty much the same as this morning.

"ROSS!"

Then I looked closer. Why didn't he seem happy to see me? "Rachel."

"Ross, I need to say something."

He furrowed his brow. "What?"

I sighed. He was really pissing me off now. "Ross. This is important. I need to see something." I leaned in to him, until my face was inches away.

"Rach, don't put me through this."

"Shut up, this matters." And my lips were against his, softly but passionately. I'd forgotten how great it was to kiss him, to have him close to me. His lips tasted like hospital sterilisers, but I didn't mind. All too soon, he pulled away from me. "I love you Ross."

"What about Lucas?" That was what he was thinking about? Why couldn't he just say he loved me too? He was set on doing that earlier. I had to tell him the truth, it was all I could do for him.

"I love him too."

"But it doesn't matter whether you love me or not."

"Of course it does! I have always loved you, When we first kissed, when we broke up, when I had Emma, I always loved you."

"But you are marrying him."

"What would you do Ross? If you were me, what would you do?"

He sighed and told me to go. I felt hurt and betrayed- I just told him I loved him and he was cold as ice to me.

I was at the door when I heard him whisper "I'm Sorry. It's all my fault. Everything." I wanted to turn around and say no, this was how things were meant to be, he couldn't help it. But I just pushed the door open, and left him there. I thought I heard him crying quietly, but what could I do now?

As I went to leave, a nurse asked me how he seemed.

"I dunno. He seemed the same." The same, but more annoying. I walked out the door to meet the smiling face of my fiancé.

"I didn't know where you were Rach, but I thought you might be here. And I was right! So, how's Ross?"

I looked at my feet. "He's pretty much the same as this morning."

"Rach…"

"What's the time?" He looked at his watch.

"Six twenty." That gives Ross around 15 hours. Crap. "Rach? Rachel? Are you okay?"

"What, oh yeah. I'm good, I'm fine, I'm amazing actually."

He smiled as leaned in too kiss me. But I found myself wanting him not too…