Chapter 10- An insight

Phoebe's POV:

So I've got to talk to Chandler. Hmm. Me and Chandler never really talk but for the first time in my life I'm really worried about him. I mean chanting, extra massage clients or candles will not ease the tension I am feeling. Oh here he comes. Man he looks depressed. " Hey Chandler!" I chirp as he walks in." Hey". God he seems miserable. " Do you want a coffee?" He nods " Black". I decide to take a firm approach , "Why because it has no sugar?" I look at him and he just looks ashamedly at the floor. I carry on, " And I take it that you don't want a scone". He nods again, looking rather shocked by my attitude. I have to be tough, being mean to him might give him a wake up call. We sit sipping our coffee in silence, until Chandler breaks the silence. " Could this be anymore awkward? Come on pheebs talk to me, about your day or something. " Look Chandler, maybe you should be the one talking, as clearly there is something wrong with you. Just talk". He slumps down in the chair. " Phoebe, I have nothing to say, I mean I'm just on a diet that's all". " Don't you think it's past a diet now? I mean you are looking ill". He laughs, " How did you figure that out? I'm fat if you haven't noticed". He pinches the little skin around his belly. " Chandler, your not fat and even if you were, what would it matter?". " Phoebe it does matter okay, will you just leave it?" He looks out the window, a clear attempt to avoid eye contact with me, but I'm not going to give up that easily. " Why? Do you think that if you were fat we would stop being friends with you? Monica would break up with you?". He shuffles over towards me. " Pheebs, I want to improve myself and that's it, I don't know why everyone is being so dramatic. Plenty of people diet". " Yeah but they eat Chandler, that is the difference, they have healthy foods. They don't stop eating." He looks away again." Pheebs, it's easier this way. My weight loss will be much quicker and eventually I won't feel hungry". Oh my god he has completely lost his common sense. " Aah so you admit you are hungry. You want food don't you? You really want it, don't you? Hunger is natural Chandler". I continue to push him, " So how long have you been hungry for? How long since your last meal?". He remains silent. " Come on Chandler! Just tell me". " Alright, alright. I've been dieting for just over a month. There happy?". He moves to get up, " Chandler sit your ass back down because I'm not finished with you! You can't run away from this. You're worrying all of us and it's not fair!"

He stands up but suddenly bends double and sits back down, grabbing his stomach. " Chandler what's wrong? What's hurting?". He gasps, " Just...just a pain. I'll be okay". Jeez the colour has just drained from his already fairly pale face. " Chandler, that's a hunger pain. I won't ask again, how long? Answer or I'll beat the answer out of you". He murmurs " Five days." " Wait, your telling me you haven't eaten anything for five days? Are you insane?" He slowly gets to his feet and staggers out of the coffee house. Holy crap, he's gonna die if he carries on.

Chandler's POV:

Shit my belly hurts bad. Real bad. Oh Jesus the agony. I sit down in the alleyway, hopefully the pain will ease. Why did I tell Phoebe of all people? Great. Though I suppose the pains are a sign I'm doing well. Maybe I am losing some weight. I think I'm gonna sit here for a while, at least everyone is out of my way. Shit I feel drowsy. I think I might shut my eyes.

Phoebes POV:

I don't know where he will have gone, he'll be hiding now trying to avoid us. I've got to tell Monica what he said. He's in a really bad way. I dash through the streets to Monica's apartment block. We need to think of a plan, or we are going to lose our best friend. He's gone nearly 120 hours without food. I don't even know how he is moving, never mind going to work everyday.

Monica's POV:

I'm sat in the apartment with Ross thinking about Chandler when suddenly Phoebe bursts through the door. " Mon, it's been five days, five days" she gasps trying to get her breath back. "Five days what?" I ask, I mean she is making no sense. " Since Chandler last ate", she whines. Oh my god. " Five whole days!" Ross shrieks. " He's going to collapse, where is he now?". " He ran off, he was in pain". " What do you mean?" I ask. " He had a really bad hunger pain when he stood up, he sat back down but when I tried to talk to him he staggered out of the coffee house." Ross runs to the coat rack, " We've got to find him now. Did you see where he went?". Phoebe is crying now " No I didn't, I'm sorry". I grab hold of Phoebe's hand and lead her out of the door. We must find Chandler before it gets dark.

We all dash out of the apartment block, Ross begins directing us, " Mon you check down by the shops with Phoebe and I'll go around the back of the coffee house". We all dart off, oh god I hope he's okay, well as okay as he can be.

Ross's POV:

I run into the coffee house and ask Gunther if Chandler had been back in the coffee house since before with Phoebe. He shakes his head, so I run back out into the street. I head down the alleyway at the side of the coffee house and spot a figure in a heap on the ground. Oh god it's Chandler. I dive down beside him and try to wake him. I shake him, slap him, but nothing. He's unconscious. I call for an ambulance and then ring Monica and Phoebe. " guys come quick I've found him but he's unconscious, I've called for an ambulance. I'm at the coffee house. Quick".

Monica's POV:

Me and Phoebe are outside Pottery Barn looking when my cell goes. " Who is it?" Phoebe asks me with urgency. " It's Ross, He's found Chandler... Oh my god he's unconscious... Okay we are coming". I grab Phoebe, " We've got to get to the coffee house, now!" I dash off as fast as I can with Phoebe trailing behind me. The coffee house isn't far from Pottery Barn but now, it seems miles away...