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Chapter 10

They continued to spend all that next week at the cabin. On Chandler's good days, he would go down to the beach and pal around with everyone; he even sometimes ventured into the water with Emma as she showed her excitement at the tiny waves lapping over her feet. On his bad days, he would spend lounging on the couch or reclined on the porch swing bundled in a warm blanket as he watched the others enjoying their days.

Monica silently walked out onto the porch as she spotted Chandler bundled up on the swing. Today was one of his bad days; he had been lethargic and run-down from the moment that he had woken up that day. He had eaten very little of his breakfast that morning, and barely acknowledged anyone whenever they tried to talk to him.

"How are you feeling, honey? Any better?" she sat beside him with a steaming mug in her hands.

"Not really." He mumbled.

"Here, drink this." She held the cup out to him. "It should make you feel better."

"Coffee?" he looked at her incredulously.

"It's not coffee." She told him. "It's herbal tea with ginger. It's supposed to help with nausea."

"All right." Chandler slowly sat up and took the mug into his hands and took a small sip. "You don't have to stay with me. You can go join the others down there."

"I'd rather stay here with you."

"Mon-"

"Chandler, stop. I'm staying here with you, end of discussion."

"Fine." Chandler took another drink as they continued to sit next to each other, not saying anything.

A little while later, Phoebe came up onto the porch and saw Chandler almost asleep as Monica lay against him. Chandler opened his eyes fully as Monica sat up to greet Phoebe.

"Hey," Monica smiled at her.

"Hey, Pheebs." Chandler mumbled. "What's up?"

"Shift change." Phoebe announced.

"What?" Monica looked at her in confusion.

"We all took a vote down on the beach." She told them. "I'm going to take over Chandler watch while you go down and enjoy yourself for awhile."

"I don't need to be watched." Chandler mumbled.

"And I don't want to leave him." Monica stated.

"We all knew that you wouldn't want to leave Chandler by himself. So I volunteered to stay with him."

"Seriously, I don't need a baby-sitter." Chandler stated.

"No, but you should probably go inside to take a nap." Monica looked at him.

"I'll make sure he lays down if you go join everyone down at the beach." Phoebe told her. "This vacation is for you too, you know."

"Go on, Mon." Chandler told her. "Go have some fun."

"All right." Monica stood up and looked at Phoebe. "But you need to come get me if anything happens."

"You know I will." Phoebe told her as they watched her descend the stairs and head towards the beach. "All right, Chandler. Are you tired or not?"

"Yes I'm tired, but I'm not going upstairs. I don't want to have to stare at all that equipment as I'm trying to get to sleep."

"Let's go lay you down on the couch then." Phoebe helped him up off the swing and he slowly walked inside and lay back down on the couch.

A few hours later, everyone else returned to the cabin ready for some supper. They walked inside as they heard some soft laughter and walked in further as they spotted Chandler and Phoebe situated next to each other on the couch. Chandler was covered with another blanket along with the one that was wrapped around him. He had an ear bud in one of his ears as he messed with what looked like an MP3 player.

"Hey." Chandler looked back at them. "How was the beach?"

"Emma is covered in sand." Rachel told him. "I'm going to go spray her down."

"What are you listening to?" Monica sat beside Chandler.

"Phoebe made recordings of all her songs and downloaded them onto this." He told her. "So did you have fun at the beach?"

"Yes, I did." She smiled at him. "I just wish you could've come down, too. I felt a little guilty for having fun while you were stuck up here."

"I wanted you to go." He assured her. "You deserve to have some time for yourself after everything you do for me."

"I know." She rested her head against him. "Are you hungry?"

"Not really, but I know you're going to make me eat anyway." He smiled at her.

"You're right." She told him. "Do you want to try some rice?"

"Sure." He shrugged as everyone went into the kitchen to find something to eat.

"Hey, buddy." Joey came out with a sandwich in his hand. "How is everything?"

"Like it always is." He shrugged. "I'm nauseous and cold."

"Well hopefully all this will be over for you soon."

"I hope." Chandler gave him a small smile.

"All right. Here we go." Monica came out to him with a small bowl of plain rice and a bottle of ginger ale. "Eat up."

Chandler started to eat as everyone else came out to join them as well. Chandler was only able to eat a few bites before his stomach started reacting, so Joey silently helped him up to his bedroom and he slowly lay down. Joey walked out of the room as Monica came in and sat beside Chandler on the bed.

"Can you please let me suffer in silence?" he mumbled.

"Fine. But you're not going to suffer alone." She told him as she sat with him as the feeling got more intense as the minutes dragged by.

Chandler eventually drifted off to sleep after the horrible feeling had gone away. Monica silently got off the bed and slipped out of the room to give the others an update. Rachel had just put Emma down for the night and was passing by the open door to the room that Monica and Chandler were using. She stopped suddenly when she heard a noise coming from the room and quietly walked into the room.

"Chandler?" she saw him trying to sit up."Would you like some help?"

"Where's Monica?" he looked at her.

"I'm sure she'll be right back." She assured him. "Are you feeling sick?"

"Yeah." He told her as she slowly got him in an upright position.

"I'll go get her ok?" she placed the trash can in front of him before rushing out of the room and downstairs.

Monica rushed in a few minutes later followed by Joey, who wanted to make sure that his best friend was all right. Chandler was bent over the trash can as he emptied out his stomach. Monica sat beside him as she rubbed his back. He looked over at her and she gave him a reassuring smile.

"Do you think you're done?" she asked him once he sat up.

"For now, I think." He said softly.

"I'll get that." Joey took the trash can and disappeared into the bathroom.

"Joey, bring the thermometer when you come back." Monica called as she helped Chandler to slowly lay back on the bed.

"Mon," Chandler started.

"It's ok. I'm right here."

"Why am I feeling like this? I didn't even have a treatment today."

"Dr. Brown said that the more you have the treatment, the more intense the side effects will be."

"I found it." Joey came out of the bathroom and handed the thermometer to Monica.

"Ok, honey-"

"I know the drill," Chandler cut her off as he opened his mouth.

Joey stood off to the side and watched as Monica counted down the minutes until she could check the thermometer. He knew everyone was stationed at the bottom of the stairs waiting for an update on Chandler, but he wanted to wait to go back down until he knew that Chandler would be ok.

"It's normal," Monica took the thermometer out of his mouth. "Do you need anything, honey?"

"My throat hurts." He mumbled. "Are there any more popsicles?"

"There should be."

"I'll go get you one, buddy." Joey started out of the room.

"Bring him a ginger ale too." Monica called after him as he started down the stairs.

As soon as he reached the bottom of the stairs, Joey was met by the others looking anxious to know how Chandler was doing.

"How is he?" Rachel asked. "Is he ok?"

"He's fine." He told them all. "His temperature is normal, but he's nauseous. He's just having a bad night."

Joey grabbed a bottle of ginger ale from the refrigerator and a popsicle from the freezer and headed back upstairs. Monica was covering Chandler with another blanket as he settled back against the pillows.

"I got them." Joey announced as he walked towards the bed.

Chandler took the popsicle from him and Monica placed the ginger ale on the side table. Chandler started sucking on the popsicle as Monica started fussing over him again.

"I'm fine now." Chandler told them.

"I'll go back down and join the others then." Joey walked out of the room.

"You can go join them if you want." Chandler looked at Monica.

"I'm staying up here with you." She told him.

"Monica, I'm fine now."

"That's good, but I'm still staying up here with you."

"Mon-" he sighed.

"Chandler, no arguments." She stated and he nodded. "But I'm going to take a shower real quick ok?"

"Take your time." Chandler finished the popsicle and lay back down.

By the time Monica walked out of the bathroom after her shower, Chandler was sound asleep. She quietly closed the bedroom door and climbed into bed next to him. He shifted his position a little and she snuggled closer to him.

"Thank you." She heard him mumble sleepily.

"For what?" she glanced up at him as she saw his eyes open to tiny slits.

"For everything that you do for me." He told her. "Just thank you."

"No thanks needed." She smiled as she rested her head on his chest. "I do all of it because I want to."

"I know."

"But you're welcome." She told him as they both drifted off to sleep.

Everyone was up early one morning and trying to help Monica make them all a big breakfast. Today was their last day at the cabin, so they wanted to cram as many good things in as they could. Chandler was still sleeping and Monica told them all not to wake him up because he needed his rest.

When she had awoken that morning, she looked over to Chandler's side of the bed and saw that he had kicked off all the blankets during the night. He told her that he had gotten hot in the middle of the night. She told him to get a little bit more sleep if he needed it and she'd come get him after she got breakfast ready for all of them.

"Ok. Everything is just about ready." Monica told them as she started to bring everything out to the table. "I'll go see if Chandler is awake yet."

"I'll go get him." Ross told her as he started to climb the stairs.

He walked into the room that Chandler and Monica were using expecting to see Chandler still sleeping on the bed, but he discovered that the bed was empty. He heard the bathroom door open behind him and he turned and saw Chandler coming out of the bathroom, fresh from a shower, in just a pair of jeans. Ross was shocked to see how skinny he had gotten in just the past week.

"Hey." Chandler spotted him. "Is breakfast ready yet?"

"Just about." Ross told him.

"I know." Chandler saw him staring at him. "I look ghastly, don't I?"

"It's not that bad."

"I know you're lying." Chandler smirked at him. "I'll meet you all downstairs in a minute. I just need to finish getting dressed."

"Ok." he walked out and went back downstairs as he saw everyone starting to sit down at the table.

"Is he awake?" Monica looked back at him as he joined them all.

"Yeah. He just got done taking a shower. He'll be down in a little bit."

"How'd he look?"

"Good. A lot better than he has since we got here."

"Maybe he'll have a good day then."

"Morning," Chandler slowly came downstairs as they finished setting everything out on the table. "Everything looks great."

"I hope you're hungry." Monica smiled at him. "We made a lot."

"I'm actually starving." he told her as he sat at the table beside Joey and the food was passed all around.

"Hey. Didn't you make rolls?" Phoebe asked.

"Oh. I guess I forgot them in the kitchen." Monica told her as she started out of her chair to go get them.

"I'll go get them. You stay put." Chandler got up from the table and made his way into the kitchen as the others exchanged looks.

"He does look a lot better today." Rachel said. "More alert."

"One of the rare days." Monica said.

"So what should we do on our last day here?" Phoebe asked. "Other than going to the beach again."

"I'm not sure." Ross stopped when they all heard a noise from the kitchen.

Chandler walked into the kitchen and spotted the basket of rolls on the counter as he started to get light-headed. He sighed as he realized this wasn't going to be a good day for him after all. His vision got blurry and he tried to grab a hold of the counter to stop from falling.

Everyone looked towards the kitchen as they heard a loud crash. Monica was the first one to get up from the table and rushed into the kitchen as the others followed.

"Chandler," Monica spotted him sprawled out on the floor not moving, and rushed to him. "Oh my god. He's not breathing."

"Watch out." Mike pushed his way forward to where Chandler was. "I know CPR."

"Monica, do you know the address here?" Joey asked her as he held his cell phone to his ear. "I have 911 on the phone."

Monica took the phone from him and talked to the 911operator as Ross helped Mike perform CPR on Chandler.

"We got a pulse." Mike looked back at them all. "It's very weak, but he is breathing."

"I can hear the sirens." Rachel said.

"I'll go and flag them down." Joey rushed outside and returned a few moments later with the EMTs.

"I understand that the victim has ALL." one of them said.

"Yes." Monica cried as they took the gurney to where they were all crowded around Chandler laying motionless on the ground.

"Let us work, please." They opened their medical bags and started taking Chandler's stats.

"He stopped breathing for a little bit, but we got him breathing again." Ross told them. "His pulse is very weak."

They all watched as the EMTs placed an oxygen mask over Chandler's mouth, placed a blood pressure cuff on his arm, and transferred him to the gurney. Monica followed them outside as they pushed Chandler out and climbed in behind them into the ambulance.

One of the EMTs had called ahead to the hospital and Dr. Brown met them all at the entrance to the ER. Chandler was starting to come to as the doctor shone a penlight in his eyes.

"Chandler? Are you with us?" Dr. Brown led the EMTs into an empty exam room. "What was that?" Dr. Brown pulled the oxygen mask off his mouth as Chandler mumbled something incoherently.

"Monica," he mumbled softly.

"Your wife is right outside. She's very worried about you."

"Get her. Please." Dr. Brown motioned for one of the nurses to let her into the room and she rushed to Chandler's bedside.

"Chandler," she took his hand. "You really scared us back there."

"Sorry." He said softly.

"It's ok." She smiled down at him.

"All right. I'm going to take you down for some tests." Dr. Brown told them. "So that we know what exactly caused this."

"Monica's coming, too." Chandler stated.

"Your wife can come with us." Dr. Brown assured them.

"I'm right here." Monica told Chandler as they started out of the room.

Everyone else showed up at the ER and immediately rushed to the nurse's station. Once the nurse figured out who they were asking about, she told them that Chandler was undergoing tests. She couldn't tell them anything else, so they took to pacing the waiting area until Monica could come and give them some news.

"There she is," Joey saw her down the hall talking to Chandler's doctor.

She nodded as the doctor talked to her and they could tell that she was trying not to break down. Dr. Brown patted her on the shoulder and walked away as she spotted them all down the hall. She was really close to hysterics as she walked towards them. Phoebe and Rachel rushed to her and held her as they led her to sit down in one of the nearby chairs.

"What's going on, Monica?" Joey asked her. "How's Chandler doing?"

"He's not responding to the new treatment." She told them softly.

"So what does that mean?" Ross asked. "What are you going to do?"

"They're going to start him on an even stronger treatment." She sighed. "But Dr. Brown said that his only hope right now is a bone marrow transplant. So-"

"Say no more." Ross told her. "We'll all get tested. Just tell us when."

"Dr. Brown will tell us."

"He'll be ok." Phoebe tried to convince Monica as well as everyone else.

"Chandler is strong. He'll keep fighting." Rachel told her.

"I should call his parents." Monica started to stand up.

"I already did." Ross told her. "I called them on the way here. I actually got a hold of both of them. They're on their way here right now. I also called mom and dad. They're coming down, too. I figured that you would need a lot of support."

"Thank you." Monica said softly.

"Mrs. Bing," they all saw Dr. Brown approach them.

"How's Chandler?' they all stood up.

"We got Chandler settled into a room now." He told them.

"So we can see him then?"

"Not for too long right now. He does need as much rest as possible. He's still wearing the oxygen mask because his breathing is starting to become labored. He needs to keep it on as much as possible."

"When can we get tested to see if we're a match for Chandler?" Joey asked. "Can we do it today?"

"Of course. I'll let the lab know. The more people that get tested, the better the chance that we'll find a match for Chandler."

"Can we please see him now?" Monica asked impatiently.

"Come with me." They followed Dr. Brown down the hall and into the elevator.

They stepped out onto the Oncology floor and Dr. Brown led them into a room where Chandler lay back on the bed. A nurse was checking over his vitals as he lay motionless in the bed.

Chandler turned his head as he spotted them walking into the room and smiled at them. Monica rushed to the bedside and took his hand in both of hers and he squeezed her hand back.

"How are you feeling?" Monica asked him.

"Tired." he took the oxygen mask off. "Dr. Brown already told me what was going on. I'm not going to give up, so I don't want you to worry."

"Don't you worry about that right now." She told him. "We're all going to go get tested as soon as Dr. Brown sets everything up."

"I'm getting tired." Chandler mumbled. "The nurse just gave me some medication, and it's making me sleepy."

"What'd they give you?"

"We gave him something to keep his immune system strong enough until we can find a bone marrow match." Dr. Brown told them. "It'll only work for so long so we need to find a match as soon as possible. Unfortunately, when we start him on the new chemo regimen and it interacts with this medication it'll make him very sick."

"How sick is very sick?"

"It'll probably make him feel worse than he did when he had the infection."

"So how long until he starts to feel the effects of it?" Rachel asked.

"Probably by tonight sometime."

"That's what I have to look forward to." Chandler mumbled as Monica placed the mask back over his mouth when she heard him starting to struggle to breathe.

"I'll come back in a little bit to see how you're doing." Dr. Brown started to leave with the nurse. "Just try to rest, Mr. Bing."

"Maybe you should try to sleep, honey." Monica told him.

"Will you stay with me?" he took the mask off long enough to ask her.

"Of course I will." she pulled one of the chairs up to the bed and sat down.

"We'll go and let you rest." Ross told him.

"But we'll come back soon." Joey assured him.

"Feel better, Chandler." Phoebe told him as she followed the others out of his room.

"Close your eyes, and try to sleep." Monica took Chandler's hand. "I'll be here when you wake up again."

Chandler nodded as he closed his eyes and his breathing evened out and he drifted off. Monica wiped away some stray tears that managed to escape as she watched Chandler sleep restlessly. She didn't know how much more of this she could handle. How much more would they have to go through? Would they have happier times in the future? She carefully lay down on the bed beside Chandler and held him as she clung to all the wonderful memories she had.

AN: So what'd you all think? At this point in the story, I'm not sure what Chandler's fate will be. I'm not sure if it will be the same as in the original, or if I want to go the other way. Leave me some input in your reviews. PLZ R&R!