Confidence is something that Chandler Bing has always lacked, no matter the situation. But the lack of confidence he felt now was quite unsettling, as the nurse gave him a sad smile and walked out of the room. He didn't really know why he went to the hospital, he's just heard from women that it was something you were supposed to do after an... incident. He didn't know if it mattered for him, being a man, but the pain was pretty bad so he went anyway. The nurses and doctor did their thing, and he walked away with a prescription for pain meds, therapist recommendations and a whole lot of shame.

He went to the pharmacy and got his prescription filled and threw away the therapist recommendations in the Walgreen's trash can. He headed home and got freshened up, swallowed some pain pills, went downstairs for some coffee and sat down in his usual spot. It wasn't long before the rest of the group came in one by one. They all began chatting about the usual things, but Chandler subconsciously tuned them out, staring out the window.

"Right, Chandler?" he suddenly hears Joey saying.

"I'm sorry, what did you say?" Chandler asks, looking back at the group. They all look at their normally quick talking friend strangely. Joey speaks again.

"I just said you were sick, right? What are you doing down here?"

Chandler shrugs, sipping on his coffee, all too aware of the five pairs of eyes on him.

"I'm feeling better, I went to the doctor this afternoon and got some medicine."

"Oh, what kind did they prescribe?" Monica asks. Chandler bites his lip and shrugs again. "I don't know, just the typical stuff, I guess." She nods and seems satisfied with the answer, but he still feels awkward. It doesn't take long for the attention to be taken away from him, though, as Phoebe begins discussing Justin.

"Oh my God, he's just so considerate!" she says excitedly. The girls "awwww" while Ross and Joey smile silently. Chandler stares at his coffee.

"He hasn't called me since yesterday afternoon though, and he hasn't answered my calls. I don't know, am I being too needy?" Phoebe asks, frowning. She really likes this guy.

"No, honey, I'm sure he's just busy," says Rachel, rubbing Phoebe's arm.

"Yeah, I mean, he was at the baseball game we weren't invited to last night with Chandler, how was it?" Ross asks looking at him, pretending to be hurt that he wasn't invited.

Spotlight again.

"I, um, it was fine, I guess," Chandler says as smoothly as he can. They see right through it though.

"Oh my God, did he say something about me? Does he not like me anymore?" Phoebe asks, frantic.

"No, no, Phoebe, he didn't say anything about you. I swear," he says, looking at her. It was sort of the truth, the only thing he said remotely related to Phoebe was something like "don't tell Phoebe or I'll kill you both."

"Well, okay, if you say so, Chandler," she says, smiling. He fakes a smile back. "Don't worry, I'm sure he'll call soon."

He prays he won't.

/Hi, guys! Sorry I have taken so long to update, I really intended to be frequent with that as I have a good bit written already but honestly I just felt so much anxiety about if this story is good or not that I just didn't want to post anymore. I'll try not to let my fears get in the way of further updates but no promises. I really appreciate the reviews, thank you for reading! - Art/