Chapter 2

Chandler awoke with a pounding headache and to the awful stench of garbage. Did Joey forget to take out the trash? Yick. He slowly opened his eyes and sensed a lack of stability around him. He was not in his bed, he wasn't even on the couch. Where the hell was he? It was dark, it was very dark as he came to, realizing that he was not in his apartment. He was outside, leaning against a building, wearing nothing but a bathrobe. Not even his bathrobe either. Panic set in, he didn't know why he was in this dark alley but he knew he better get out of it, and quick. He stood up fast, but instantly fell back down, shocked by the pain he felt. He placed his hand against the building and slowly pulled himself back up, still feeling the pain. Leaning against the building all the time, he makes his way out of the alley without being murdered and looks around at his surroundings. He sees his apartment building, he's at the one across from it, where Ugly Naked Guy lives.

Why?

He bit his cheek and let go of the wall, bracing himself to cross the street. He finally reaches his apartment building and goes in, dragging himself up the stairs to apartment #19. He quietly opens the door and closes it behind him, worried he'll disturb Joey. No need, it sounds like Joey isn't alone... he glances at the clock and it's only 11:30. What happened? He tiptoes to his bedroom.

He collapses into his bed, moaning as he pulls the covers over himself. He aches from head to toe. He tried to get his brain to resurface the memory, but soon let's it go, passing out from the pain.

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He awakes with a start, not prepared for the pain that would come with it. He lets out a little groan, sinking back down on the bed. He glances at the clock, it's 11:30 again, but this time it must be AM. He suddenly feels very cold and reaches for the extra blanket at the end of his bed.

He remembers what happened.

There's a knock on his bedroom door. "Who is it?" he calls out hoarsely.

"Joey," Joey says, rolling his eyes.

"Come in," Chandler mutters.

"What's going on man, you sick?" Joey asks, opening the door. "You should've been at work hours ago."

"Yeah, yeah, I'm sick," Chandler says, looking at the floor.

"Oh," Joey says, looking a little concerned. "Well, then you better stay away from me," he says, grinning.

"Don't worry about it," Chandler mutters, keeping his eyes down. "Hey," he says suddenly, looking up. "Could you do me a favor? Call in to my work for me, and tell them? I forgot and I don't really feel like it..."

"Yeah sure, buddy, don't worry about it! Do you need anything else?" Joey asks.

"No, no, I'll be fine. Thanks." Chandler offers a smile.

"No problem," Joey smiles back exiting the room and closing the door behind him.

Chandler sighs, pulling his blanket closer to him. He didn't lie exactly, he does feel pretty sick.