Hello again, so I finally updated *yay* and obviously I hope you enjoy this chapter!

"Hi..." Ross said, not breaking eye contact with Rachel. "How erm, how are you feeling?"

She replied, slightly confused, "I'll survive... Ross, why... how... are you here?"

"I had to see you. Something like this happens and I didn't want you to think I didn't care. You know I care, Rach." He sat in the chair at her bedside. "If anything happened to you -"

"But it didn't, Ross."

"I know, but if it had... I can't imagine -"

Rachel smiled sadly. "I heard everything you told me whilst I was out."

"So you did..."

"Thank you for being here."

"Don't thank me, I couldn't have imagined it any other way. After all, this was all my fault."

Before he could say anything else, Rachel sat up. "Don't say that! It was my fault for having that stupid argument with you, and then realising my mistake when it was too late. I was the one who got on that plane because I didn't want to leave things that way. I was going to fix a problem I started -"

"Hey Rach." Ross entwined his fingers with hers and brought them to her cheek, brushing it tenderly. Then he stroked the soft skin where her temple met her hairline. "Get some rest. I'll let the others know you're back and we can do this later."

She looked across at him. "Okay." She tried to lie back down but a little too fast, and with Ross' help she sat up again just as quickly. "Wo... Oww, headrush."

"Are you okay?" He enquired, concerned.

"Yeah... A little dizzy, that's all." Rachel tightened her grip on his hand and smiled at him weakly.

Ross stood up. "Let me just..." He delicately placed his free arm around her back, giving her support as he helped her into a lying position. "Easy..."

"... There."

"Thank you."

Ross let go of Rachel's hand to cover her with the bed sheet. "I should go now, but like I said, get some sleep." Then he knelt in and sweetly pressed his lips against her forehead. "And feel better soon."

Rachel silently observed as he walked out of the door.

...

"Rachel's awake? That's the best news!" Monica called down the phone when Ross told her what had happened earlier. "Yeah..." After a few minutes the phone call had ended and Monica walked over to the sofa area, where Phoebe, Joey and Chandler where sitting.

"Did you hear that? Rachel's awake! We can start the plan!" She clapped her hands together and smiled at them expectantly.

"Wow. She's so lucky to have a friend like you." Chandler said flatly.

"I know!"

"So... how is this gonna work?" Joey asked.

"I was waiting for you to ask that! Well. It really starts once Rachel gets out of hospital. You see, I'm gonna tell her I'm going away for a while. She can't come back here and live alone. I mean, she's just come out of a coma and she's got the broken arm, right?" Monica stopped pacing around the room for a moment. "So, Rachel's gonna have to live with someone else whilst I'm 'gone'. She can't live with Phoebe because her grandma's already in the other room. She could live with Joey and Chandler but that would be a bit of a tight squeeze, and what's the point when someone else has a spare room?"

"I did hear the president is looking for a roommate."

"Chandler, I just - No! I was talking about Ross."

"Okay, okay." Chandler relaxed, starting to get on board. "But how do you except her to believe you're actually going away when you don't tell her where you're going?" He quipped.

"Oh, I... I could say I'm going to..."

"You're going to a cooking... chef... thingy!" exclaimed Phoebe, pointing at her. "And guess what, my grandma's going somewhere with her boyfriend for a few weeks. Rachel will believe our plan whilst you'll be living with me the whole time!"

Monica jumped up slightly. "Yes, yes! Phoebe you're a genious!"

"I know, but thank you."

Phoebe and Chandler got up to stand beside Monica, then the three looked on at Joey, who was still sitting firmly on the sofa.

"Er, Joey?" Monica said slightly frustrated.

"It's just... Should we really be doing this? Imagine someone messing with your life like that..."

"It's not messing!" Phoebe interrupted. "It's just getting them to admit what's already there. That, y'know, they're hopelessy stupidly madly in love with each other."

"We just want to help them and to be honest, the love thing's really driving me crazy." added Monica.

"Eh... Oh, what the hell," he shot up and went to join the others, "This is gonna be so much fun!"

"Could this plan be any better?"

They all gathered round, high-fiving each other excitedly and eagerly awaiting what the next few weeks would bring.

...

*2 weeks later*

"So we're all clear on what we have to say?" Monica checked for the fifth time in the past twenty minutes.

"Yes!" The three friends chorused exasperatedly.

"I shouldn't be this excited but oh my God!" Chandler exclaimed as they walked down the familiar white corridor of the hosipital. "I'm so excited I think I'm gonna throw up."

Phoebe grinned delightedly. "Oh, me too!"

"No! Especially not when we get back, I don't want you ruining my apartment."

The others ignored Monica's comment and went to sit in the waiting area. A few minutes later, Rachel emerged from her room, followed by a nurse.

"Hi!" Rachel held her arms out to them and they shared a group hug. "I guess I'm finally coming home!"

Monica untangled herself. "Yeah, about that -"

"Hey, where's Ross?" Rachel interrupted eagerly.

"He wasn't here when we arrived..."

"I think I saw him at the vending machine down there." Joey said, pointed down the hall.

Rachel nodded as group went to approach him. Hearing footsteps, he turned around.

"Hi, you guys! And Rachel!" Ross grinned and Rachel shot him a shy smile back, before walking into Ross' outstretched arms. He pulled her into a warm embrace, careful not to knock her arm in its cast. Rachel rested her head on his chest as he cuddled her into him and kissed the top of her head. "Hey Rach." he said into her hair. She missed being held by Ross.

"Hey." She responded, closing her eyes and melting deeper into the hug.

Ross started to to stroke Rachel's hair gently. "You okay?"

"Well, yeah."

He didn't say anything. Holding her like that for a while, he kept his lips pressed on her hair and rubbed her back, then eventually they both made themselves let each other go.

"I guess we better get going." said Ross.

"Good idea." Ross and Rachel turned to face the others, and at that moment Monica decided to speak.

"No... I'm going away!"

"What?" Rachel questioned.

"I'm going away for a few weeks for a culinary experience, there are these great fairs and things. I know you really wouldn't wanna be alone right now, and I'm so sorry but... I just can't miss this oppurtunity."

"Oh..." Rachel's expression dulled slightly.

Ross saw her with a look of concern on his face. After a what seemed like years he spoke up. "Why don't you live with me for a while?"

"What? Are you sure you want me interrupting your life like that?"

"You won't be interrupting my life, I promise." He took hold of her hand.

"Okay... Okay, I'll move in with you. Thank you Ross, this means a lot to me."

"Oh, aw!" Ross smiled coyly as Rachel reached out to hug him again. He gladly locked her into his arms. "No problem."

Rachel grinned and looked up at him, chuckling slightly. "Hey roomie."

Thanks for reading, any opinions? Reviews will always be appreciated, they all mean so much to me. Look forward to chapter 12 :)