AN: Here's another chapter to whoever is still reading my stories. I decided that I'm still going to continue to post even if I don't get any reviews because I love to write. But reviews would make me happy:)

Disclaimer: I own no one. They all belong to Bright/Kauffman/Crane.

Chapter 7: Surprise Guest

Chandler held Monica's hand as he watched the ob-gyn lift her hospital gown and spread some kind of gel on her stomach. Monica smiled at Chandler as he tried to decipher the hazy images on the screen as the doctor ran the wand over her stomach.

"Am I supposed to be seeing anything yet?" Chandler looked at Monica.

"It's hard to see her sometimes." Monica assured him as she pointed on the screen with her forefinger. "She's right there. I think she's trying to hide."

"That is so surreal," Chandler smiled at her as the doctor put the machine away and Monica sat up. "I could look at that all day."

"Well unfortunately, we can't." she went behind a screen to change back into her clothes. "You know we have to get down to radiology."

"Yeah, yeah." He mumbled as she came from behind the screen and took his hand as they walked out of the room. "I hate how it makes me feel during it and after it."

"I know." They took the elevator down to the ground floor. "But it'll help you."

"There you guys are," Phoebe was waiting for them in the waiting area when they stepped off the elevator. "How'd the appointment go?"

"Everything is still ok." Monica told her as Chandler went to check in at the nurse's station. "He was excited to see her."

"That's good." Phoebe smiled as Ross, Rachel, and Joey came back from the cafeteria and Chandler came back from the desk.

"They're all ready for me," Chandler told them.

"Can we go in with you?" Rachel asked.

"There's not much point. You guys can wait in the next room with the doctor and nurse. And Monica isn't coming anywhere near that room."

"Ok. We'll be in the next room, then." They all walked down the hall and Chandler walked into his room and waited for the nurse to come in.

Everyone watched from the next room as a nurse entered Chandler's room and he lay back on the bed as she adjusted the machine. She walked out and entered the room where the others were.

"Ok, Chandler. We're starting now." The nurse spoke into the microphone.

"All right." They all heard Chandler's voice.

"So how long do these treatments last?" Joey asked.

"It only takes a few minutes," the nurse told them as she adjusted some dials. "But we're using a higher dose this time, so he'll probably experience the side effects more intensely this time."

An hour later, they were all situated around Chandler as he recovered from his treatment in a private room. Monica slowly rubbed his back as he moaned in pain.

"I didn't expect it to be this bad." Phoebe said.

"You don't have to go through the treatments," Chandler mumbled.

"Are you feeling any better?" Rachel asked him.

"Not really." He flinched as Monica placed her hand on the back of his head. "Ow. Don't-Don't touch me there. That's where they shot the poison into me."

"Sorry," she took her hand away. "Is there anything we can do?"

"No," he mumbled.

"How's the patient doing?" the nurse came in.

"Not great." Joey told her.

"Here's your new meds, Mr. Bing." She placed the bag on the table. "There's some for the nausea and vomiting that may occur. I'd recommend taking it once you get back home."

"Thank you," Chandler said softly.

"Whenever you're ready, you're good to go." The nurse walked out and Chandler started to sit up.

"Are you sure you're ready?" Ross asked.

"No. But I'm as ready as I'll ever be." Joey helped him off the bed and into the wheelchair.

They pushed Chandler out of the hospital where his mom's car was waiting for them. Chandler slid in all the way and immediately rolled the window down as Monica slid in beside him. She took his hand and held it tightly and he slowly turned his head to look at her and smiled at her.

A few minutes later, they pulled into the driveway and they all got out of the car. Chandler slowly opened the door and used all his strength to stand up. Joey and Ross were by his side in an instant and helped him walk into the house.

"Whose car is that?" Rachel asked as they saw a shiny car in the driveway.

"My dad is here." Chandler mumbled.

"Where do you want to go?" Joey asked him.

"Get me to the couch," he mumbled.

"How'd it go?" Nora came in as Joey helped Chandler lay down on the couch.

"They used a stronger dose on him today." Monica told her.

"The doctor said they were going to do that soon." She sighed as she watched Rachel fluff a pillow before placing it under Chandler's head and Phoebe covered him with a blanket.

"So where's Charles at?"

"He's getting settled into one of the guest rooms upstairs."

"Mon, he wants you." Ross called to her.

"What's the matter?" she went to him.

"I just want you to sit with me." He tried to look at her. "If you don't mind."

"You don't even have to ask," she smiled as she sat by him on the couch. "Did you take your new medication yet like the nurse told you to?"

"No," he mumbled.

"I'll get them for you." Phoebe found the bag and went to get him a glass of water.

Chandler sat up long enough to take the pills, and then lay back down. Monica slowly started to rub his back as Joey turned on the TV to try to find something to watch. They all turned when they heard a noise and saw Charles coming down the stairs.

"How is he?" he spotted Chandler almost asleep as Monica talked to him softly.

"His treatment was really intense today." Nora told him.

"Hey, dad." Chandler turned and looked up at him.

"Hey," he smiled at him. "Go ahead and sleep. I'll be here all weekend."

"Ok." He nodded and fell back asleep as Charles sat in one of the chairs by the couch. Monica smiled at him as they all got involved in a movie.

A few hours later, Nora started to help the cook make that night's supper and everyone tried to help. But Monica stayed with Chandler as he moaned in his sleep. She ran her fingers through his hair as his eyes shot open.

"Mon?"

"I'm here."

"I'm going to be sick," he slowly sat up.

"Can you make it upstairs?"

"I don't think so," he moaned.

"What's going on?" Rachel came in.

"I think we need a bucket or something,"

"I heard you. Here you go." Rita came in with a small bucket and Chandler bent over it and heaved.

Monica stayed beside him and tried to help him as everyone else watched from the kitchen. Chandler heaved for a good five minutes before he finally sat up and laid his head against the back of the couch.

"Do you think you're done?" Rita asked him.

"For now," he mumbled.

"I'll go take care of this," Rita walked away with the bucket.

"You guys can stop watching me now." Chandler called.

"They're just worried," Monica told him.

"I know," he said softly.

"How are you feeling, Chandler?" Rita came back into them.

"I'm not up to eating, that's for sure." He mumbled.

"I think we can let you rest for a little while before you try to eat."

"Can someone help me up to my room? I'll be able to sleep better up there."

"Joey, Ross," Monica called.

"Yeah?" they came into them.

"Do you mind helping Chandler up to his room so he can rest?"

"No problem," they helped him off the couch and upstairs to his room.

Monica followed behind them and helped them get him into bed. She pulled the covers up over him as he got settled.

"Are you going to be ok?" Monica asked him.

"I'm fine now." He assured her. "You go down and eat. I'm just going to sleep anyway. I'll eat when I wake up."

"Come on, Mon." Ross told her and they all went downstairs to eat.

Supper was a quiet event with no one talking because they were all concerned about Chandler. Once they were all done eating, Monica went upstairs to lay down with Chandler. Everyone else was helping to pack up all the left overs when the doorbell rang. The maid went to answer it and came back with the guest.

"Daddy," Rachel looked up and spotted her father.

AN: Cliffhanger! Will Rachel's dad give them all the good news they've been hoping for? Tell me what you think.