An: Here's another chapter for you guys. I hope you like it. I'll try to add another chapter after the holidays. Please R&R.

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Chapter 6: Confessions

Monica was lying beside Chandler as he slept soundly as he clutched her hand subconsciously. She stroked the side of his face as he started to slowly open his eyes.

"Hey," she smiled at him. "How'd you sleep?"

"Ok, I think." He said softly. "Did you stay with me the whole time I was asleep?"

"Yeah. I slept for a little bit." She told him as there was a light knock on the door.

"Chandler? Are you in there?"

"Is that-" Chandler slowly sat up as Monica went to open the door.

"Ross," Monica said coldly as she opened the door. "I hope you're here to apologize to him."

"Yes, I am." He glanced at Chandler sitting up on the bed. "Can we talk privately?"

"Yeah." Chandler told him. "Mon, I'll be fine."

"I'll go see if dinner is almost ready." Monica closed the door behind her as Ross sat down on the edge of the bed.

"How are you?" Ross looked at him. "Rachel told me what happened this morning."

"I'm fine now." He sighed. "So how bad did she yell at you?"

"She frightened me for a minute." He confessed. "But she did make me realize that I needed to come here before it was too late."

"You are the first one to admit it out loud to my face that I won't be here for much longer." He looked at him. "I think the others are still in denial."

"I don't think they're in denial. Maybe they just don't want to admit it out loud in front of you."

"Maybe," he sighed. "So do you forgive me? Or are you just pretending for my sake?"

"I'm trying to forgive you, but I can't get over the fact that you left us without telling us what was going on. And you left Monica pregnant and alone for the most part."

"I know. I will never forgive myself for doing that to all of you. And I'm going to spend my remaining time making it up to all of you."

"Chandler?" There was a light knock on the door and Phoebe slowly opened the door and stuck her head in. "Lunch is ready. And Monica wants to make sure that you're ok up here with Ross."

"We're fine," Chandler assured her as he slowly stood up and followed them downstairs to the dining room.

Chandler sat down in the seat beside Monica as Ross sat on his other side. They all helped themselves to all the food as Nora came in and joined them.

"It's good to see you here finally, Ross." She smiled at him.

The conversations started to roll around the table as they all ate their lunch. Nora and Monica were discussing Monica's pregnancy and were so involved in it and didn't see the state that Chandler was in. Joey glanced up from taking a drink and saw him fighting to stay in control.

"Dude, are you all right?" Everyone stopped their conversations as Chandler dropped his silverware and started shaking.

"Chandler?" Monica looked at him as he went limp and fell off the chair.

Everyone got up and rushed to Chandler and saw him shaking and twitching on the floor. Nora ran to the intercom that was near the kitchen counter and pressed a button.

"Rita, he's having a seizure. We need an injection."

"Chandler, can you hear me?" Monica knelt beside him.

"Be careful," Nora warned them. "Chandler, honey, you have to fight this."

"How is he?" Rita came in with a syringe filled with a liquid.

"It's not quite as bad as the last time." Nora told her.

"I need someone to hold his arm still." Rita said and Ross and Joey held his left arm down as Rita injected him with the syringe.

Chandler stopped shaking but passed out on the floor. His friends all glanced at each other as Rita checked his vitals.

"He's ok." She told them. "He'll just sleep off the effects of the medication."

"So do we just leave him here?" Rachel asked.

"No. We should try to get him to the couch." Nora told them.

"We got it." Ross helped Joey lift Chandler and they took him to the living room and lay him on the couch.

Chandler heard muffled voices all around him. He tried to open his eyes, but they felt like lead. He let out a soft moan as he felt someone place their hand on his forehead.

"Is he waking up?"

"I don't know."

"Chandler, can you hear me?"

"Mon?" he asked softly as he slowly opened his eyes and saw all his friends gathered around him. "I had another seizure, didn't I?"

"Yeah." Monica took his hand. "How are you feeling?"

"My head is pounding," he slowly sat up and Monica sat beside him. "I'm not supposed to have regular aspirin."

"So this is a very bad day for you." Phoebe looked at him.

"Not even close," he mumbled.

"You mean, you can get worse?" Ross asked.

"There may be days where I won't remember you." He sighed. "You guys shouldn't have to see me like this."

"It's not up to you," Rachel told him firmly. "We're here because you left without telling us what was going on. We're not leaving. You can't make us."

"Ok. I get what you're all saying." He gave them a half smile as he saw that it was dark outside. "So what time is it?"

"Past ten. You completely missed supper." Joey told him.

"Are you hungry?" Monica asked. "I think the cook is still here."

"I'm not, but if I don't eat my mom will be on my case."

"We'll go get him to make you something," Rachel stood up. "You stay here. You both need to rest."

"Why do you need to rest?" Chandler looked at Monica as the others left the room.

"The baby is making me very tired and I'm having back pains."

"Is that normal?"

"I get twinges from time to time."

"Here you are." Phoebe brought a bowl of lettuce in to Chandler. "It's a garden salad is all."

"I've had worse." Chandler took it from her and started to eat.

More than an hour later, Chandler and Monica were lying in bed. Chandler was almost asleep and Monica was looking through a baby name book.

"Hey, Mon?" Chandler turned his head to look at her.

"Yeah?" she looked up from the book.

"I'm really sorry."

"Stop apologizing for leaving."

"No. I'm sorry I'm not going to be here for you and our daughter."

"Ok." She put the book down. "I have to know. Why did you give up so easily when you got the diagnosis?"

"With the first diagnosis, I was just in shock." He sat up fully and turned to face her. "When I got here, my mom made me come to another doctor here. And when he told me there was no hope as well, I don't know. I guess I just thought why should I bother fighting when there's no hope?"

"People beat the odds every day. Why would you not want to fight for all of us? Do you have that low an opinion of yourself?"

"No. I guess I can't really explain it in a way that you'd understand. All I know is that it made sense to me in my mind."

"Maybe that was the brain tumor making you think that way."

"Maybe," he said softly.

"We should get some sleep." Monica put the book on the end table and they both lay back down as Monica turned out the light.

"Mon?" Chandler whispered in the dark.

"Yeah?" she turned onto her side.

"I love you. You know that, right?"

"I know. I love you, too." She smiled at him as she leaned over and kissed him fully on the mouth. "Now we really need to get some sleep."

"Like I'm going to be able to sleep after that kiss."

"Go to sleep." She smiled at him and they snuggled closer to each other and fell asleep.

AN: So what'd you guys think of this chapter? I wanted Monica and Chandler to get a little closer. Please R&R.