Tragedy Leads To…
Alely7
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters and this is purely for enjoyment. No profits will be made.
Chandler tried to open his eyes slightly, but intense pain flooded his head. His entire body felt heavy and there was no way he could move. He didn't want to move; shooting pains were running throughout his body. Still, he tried to listen for cries or voices, to indicate that his family was okay. He thought that he heard something in the distance, but it seemed so far away, and he was already so tired after straining his ears. He didn't know what to do, but he couldn't just lie there, possibly allowing his family to die. But his whole body seemed to be lodged under something, although he couldn't make it out.
Chandler certainly wasn't religious, but he prayed and prayed that Monica and the kids would be okay. If they weren't, he would never be able to live with himself. That morning, life couldn't get any better, and then all of the sudden, his perfect life was shattered. Even if everyone were okay, nothing would ever be the same. Would they be able to rebuild? Would Monica ever forgive him? Was Monica even alive? He winced at the horrid image of life without Monica. She was his soul mate and he silently vowed to do whatever it took for her to survive. He cried a tearlessly and silently for his children. If only he had not taken them to the movies. If only he had not tried to find the pacifier just so he could be more comfortable without the screaming. He felt so selfish, but stopped himself from thinking of what ifs. That wasn't what life was about, his mother had once told him. Everything happens for a reason and if you think about what you could have done differently, you never really experience the true meaning of life.
Chandler kept listening, desperately trying to make something out. The sounds seemed to be coming closer, but he still didn't know what it was as he drifted back into unconsciousness.
Meanwhile, by his side, Monica had just woken up and she could feel blood trickling down her face. She was able to open her eyes and glance around her, but everything was a blur. She felt so disoriented and had no idea where she was. Just seconds later, she heard cries coming from behind; three sets of them. She didn't know whether to feel relieved that her children were alive, or scared that they may be hurt worse than she was. She tried to call out to them, but as her lips moved, no sound came out. And all of the sudden, it seemed as though her prayers were answered when she heard sirens rushing towards her. She heard shouts and saw the blinding lights coming off of the ambulance.
"Somebody get the kids, I've got the woman. The man appears dead, but check him out. Come on!" One paramedic shouted as he kneeled on the ground where Monica was strewn. Apparently, the collision had catapulted her a few feet away from the vehicle. Monica opened her eyes once more and the stranger reassured her.
"Ma'am, your kids are going to be fine. You'll be fine. Now I need you to talk to me, stay awake." He said soothingly, yet firmly. There was something about his tone that Monica appreciated. Maybe his confidence in the situation, but nonetheless, he motivated her to survive.
Monica tried again to speak, but still no words. She was becoming increasingly light headed and was struggling to stay awake. After several silent moments, she was finally able to choke out,
"Husband." After using so much energy to say this, she suddenly felt drained and allowed her eyes to shut. The noises began to fade as she felt the pain lessen.
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"Monica, Monica!" Ross whispered to his sister when he saw her eyes flutter open. She had been asleep for several hours, and he had begun to worry. The day had been hell on earth. He was with Ben when he received the call that no one ever wants to get. There had been an accident; a bad accident. But when he had gotten to the hospital, everything was worse than he could have ever imagined. He didn't know if Monica would ever recover emotionally.
Monica tried to concentrate on the blur in front of her, but the strain of squinting her eyes intensified the pain that she was in. She thought maybe she had died, and this was God. She didn't know if she even believed in it all, but she was ready to embrace it. She needed answers to the questions she had running through her mind. All she remembered was the car coming right towards them and trying to warn Chandler, but after that, everything seemed blank, like a black hole. She knew something was there, but she just didn't know what.
Her thoughts soon wandered to the condition of her family. Were they all okay?
"Monica, it's me, Ross. How do you feel?" He said a little more loudly now that he knew she was awake. 'Ross,' she thought and she wanted to scream, 'Where are they?' She took a slow, deep breathe, and whispered,
"Where are my babies?" She braced herself for the worst news a mother could hear. They were all so young and innocent and had their whole lives ahead of them.
"They are all fine," he answered. "They are all fine," he repeated, this time for his own sake. Everything had come as such a shock and he needed to reassure himself.
By this time, Monica's eyelids had grown heavy and were threatening to close. She fought the temptation so that she could ask one more question.
"Where is Chandler?" She was just barely able to get the words out of her mouth.
Ross looked down at the floor. He was dreading this question the most, because he didn't know what to say. His eyes began to tear and that was the last thing Monica saw before falling asleep. She knew the answer.
To Be Continued. See? I told you this would be depressing, not like me at all-lol. Anyway, I would love to see what you think so that I can figure out whether I should continue.