Time of you Life
The next part to 'Be There for Me." Thanks so much to all the people that reviewed... you guys are the coolest!
Ross lay in terror as Blake's hand drew nearer and nearer to his chest when a shadow appeared from behind him and disappeared behind Blake's large figure. Ross eyes began to fall against his will, and he looked one last time at the blood gathering around his seemingly small body, and he fainted.
Blake stood up as he saw Ross shudder close and smiled smugly, and nodded to the man behind him to finish him off. He raised the blade and plunged it deep into Ross's chest, causing a sickening suction sound to erupt. Blake laughed gleefully as he clapped his hands together like a small boy on Christmas morning. The pool of blood around Ross grew larger and larger as his face grew blue…
~*~
Ross tried to sit up quickly, scared about where he was, but found himself unable to move. He had just had a horrible nightmare, and he wanted something familiar with him.
"Am I dead?" Ross mumbled clumsily as he tried to open his eyelids.
"Far from it." A man's voice said off to his right. Ross tried to sit up quickly, scared about where he was, but found himself unable to move.
"You're in a full body cast. I suggest you don't try any sudden movements. You're lucky to be alive." The man's voice said again.
"Where am I?" Ross began to cry pitifully.
"You're in Beth Israel Medical Hospital, sweetie." He heard a woman's voice off to the other side, which he immediately recognized.
"Monica." Ross sobbed as he felt her grab his hand, and he clutched it as tight as his aching arms would allow.
"Shh... sweetie I'm here. So is Chandler. We're so glad you're okay." A sob caught in her throat. "We thought you-you weren't gonna make it."
Ross grimaced as he felt tears sliding down his face.
"Why can't I open my eyes?" He muttered, trying to keep his voice steady.
"They're swollen shut, man. We don't know if there's any permanent damage or not." Chandler's voice trembled, making Ross even more uncomfortable, picturing how he must look to them.
"How did I get here?" Ross asked, his voice choked up.
"Some man was in the garage and he saw you and Blake in the corner as he was headed to the elevator. He struggled and got the knife off of him just before--" Monica's voice caught in her throat again, but she continued, "Just before he stabbed you. He killed Blake. Blake is dead." Monica said firmly.
"I never wanted anyone to die because of me." Ross sobbed.
"Honey, it's not your fault." Monica said.
"Rachel! Rachel, is she alright?" The panic rose in his voice.
"Yes, she's fine. She doesn't know about you though, but Blake never got a chance to go near her." Chandler nodded, even though he knew Ross couldn't see him.
"You didn't tell her... Chandler, did you tell her?" Ross moaned.
"You-you told me to!" Chandler said, shocked.
"No!" Ross half-yelled. "Why did you listen to me? You knew that I was just letting out my sorrow in some way."
"Tell her what?" Monica asked them both.
"Well, you made me promise to tell her!" Chandler argued.
"TELL HER WHAT?" Monica yelled, surprising them both.
"Tell Rachel that he didn't love her and he was just trying to be a nice guy by helping her out." Chandler said.
"So you didn't tell her the other part?" Ross asked.
Chandler whimpered.
"You did? Oh shit. She's never gonna forgive me now you idiot." Ross said angrily.
"What other part?" Monica asked, more calmly.
"That she had screwed up Ross's life and that he never wanted to see her again." Chandler mumbled.
Ross groaned, and then tried to look on the good side of things. He was alive, and he had his two best friends in the world beside him.
For the first time since Ross awoke, he noticed a dull roar outside of the building.
"What's that noise?" Ross asked sadly.
"Well, you've been here for 2 days already... the story got out to all the paparazzi and the media. Everyone knows you're here, Ross. There are about 2,000 fans outside. Some of them have been here for two whole days. They want to make sure that you're all right." Monica said.
Ross smiled as he could sense that everyone in the room was also.
"Sometimes they're wonderful." Ross continued to smile through his tears.
"Who?" Chandler asked.
"The fans. When they're not bugging the hell out of me, you gotta love them. They're always there." Ross said simply.
Monica and Chandler nodded knowingly as they peeked out the window at the swarming crowd outside of the hospital's property.
"I just wonder how the hell I'm gonna get out of here." Ross said drowsily as Monica and Chandler laughed, amused at Ross's sudden humor.
"Now, Ross. You need some sleep. Monica, Chandler, thank you for being here when he woke up, but he needs his rest." The doctor said.
"No, thank you, doctor." Monica said as she and Chandler left the room with a much lighter heart, knowing that their best friend and brother was going to be fine, in time.
Ross fell asleep immediately after they had gone, sad that he might have lost Rachel forever, but happy knowing that he would be all right. Yes, soon, he would be all right.
"And in earlier news, Ross Geller, yes, the actor, is still being hospitalized after being attacked and almost beaten to death a few short days ago. Rumor has it that he will be dismissed from the hospital with still minor injuries later next week." The news anchorwoman reported from outside the hospital, where there were still fans outside.
"Thanks for telling them that I'd be out later this week. That way I can sneak out the back today, with a lot smaller chance of being caught." Ross bobbed his head excitedly.
"No problem." Monica smiled. Her brother had recovered surprisingly quickly in the short week. He had bumps and bruises all over him, and he had a large ugly scar from the knife down one cheek, that the doctors had stitched up, saying that there was a very high chance that after they took the stitches out, their would be no visible scar. He had regained his eyesight the day before, and gotten his body cast taken off, but only to be replaced by an arm cast, a head wrap, and a neck brace. He wouldn't have the full use of his arm for another 2 months, but he was excited to be getting out. Ross felt immensely better knowing that his full health was right around the corner. His vision was still fuzzy, and when he had gone to the washroom earlier that day, he had caught a look at himself in his mirror, and had to admit that he looked horrible. He looked more dead than alive, and his nose was temporarily-perhaps, an odd shape and he desperately needed a shave. Monica and Chandler had gotten him a taxi at the back of the hospital. They had a car but it only had room for two, and Ross had in fact, insisted on going alone. Since Ross had absolutely no belongings with him, he told them to go ahead, that he would go alone. He desperately wanted some time alone, as he had not had any in the past few days.
Another turning point
a fork stuck in the road
Time grabs you by the wrist
Directs you where to go
He watched them go with a sad mixed excitement and reached for the hospital phone, and began to dial a number that he had memorized in one glance. The excitement slowly faded as no one picked up on the other end and an answering machine cameo on.
"You have reached Rachel Green. Please leave a message after the beep." The plain answering machine said in a mechanical tone.
Ross hung up the phone disappointedly.
"Maybe it's for the best." Ross thought to himself. He had already screwed up her life enough, he might as well leave her alone.
Ross looked down and he looked up in surprise as he noticed that he was crying. He loved her. He knew it from the first moment he had met her.
So make the bet of this test
And don't ask why
It's not a question
But a lesson learned in time
He heaved a heavy sigh that hurt his aching chest and wiped his face with his one good hand and walked out of his hospital room. He closed the door lightly and began to make his way quietly and sadly down the stairs. He stumbled down the stairs more than once, not thinking about where he was going… just knowing that it was his fault if he never saw her again. He had pushed her away. He just wished that he could see or hear her voice once more. He just needed something to hold on to. A memory or something.
He smiled as he suddenly remembered the day in the airport when she had dropped her purse.
"Now there's a memory." He said as he stepped out the back door into the sunshine. He had to let his eyes adjust to his first trip outside since that day, and he saw a bright yellow cab standing right before him.
It's something unpredictable
but in the end is right
I hope you had the time of your life.
He reached out to open the cab's door, when someone yelled his name from behind.
"Ross!"
Ross turned around and shielded his eyes.
"Rachel?" Ross asked as she flung herself onto him, hugging him for dear life.
"Ow." He struggled not to mutter, but found himself unable to bear the pain.
"Oh I'm sorry!" she half sobbed as she backed away slowly, but Ross grabbed her back, and hugged her tighter than she had before.
"You're worth the pain." Ross said sincerely as he felt Rachel wrapped around him.
Rachel looked up at him and smiled.
"I didn't mean what I said that one time..." Ross began to say.
"I know. Chandler called me and told me everything. I understand. I'm so sorry for all the pain you went through because of me." Rachel said tearfully.
So take the photographs
And still framed in your mind
Hang it on a shelf of good health
And good time
"I'm just glad that you're safe. I love you." Ross muttered, embarrassed.
"Yeah?" Rachel asked, "Well, I love you too." She smiled as she leaned up and kissed him gently on the lips.
Ross kissed her back slowly, wrapping his good arm around her.
"Just promise you'll never leave me. I wouldn't be able to take you leaving me. That's how much I love you." She said fiercely.
"Hey, Rach? I'm only at the beginning of loving you." Ross said as he stared deeply into her eyes.
She smiled as a tear slid down her face and she clutched onto him for dear life. He was right. They were both at the beginning of falling in love. What would come would be a million more memories and good times, just waiting to be framed and passed on to grand kids and next generations.
Tattoos and memories
And dead skin on trial
For what it's worth
It was worth all the while
I hope you had the time of your life.
Ross kissed Rachel once more before they both got into the cab together, and began the first day of the rest of their lives.
It's something unpredictable,
But in the end is right
I hope you had the time of your life.
Thanks again for reading, and please leave comments or whatever in a review! Please tell me if you liked my story or not. I hope you enjoyed. Please check out my other stories too. Oh yeah, the song in here is "Good Riddance[Time of your life]" by Green Day.
rossandrachelforever
The next part to 'Be There for Me." Thanks so much to all the people that reviewed... you guys are the coolest!
Ross lay in terror as Blake's hand drew nearer and nearer to his chest when a shadow appeared from behind him and disappeared behind Blake's large figure. Ross eyes began to fall against his will, and he looked one last time at the blood gathering around his seemingly small body, and he fainted.
Blake stood up as he saw Ross shudder close and smiled smugly, and nodded to the man behind him to finish him off. He raised the blade and plunged it deep into Ross's chest, causing a sickening suction sound to erupt. Blake laughed gleefully as he clapped his hands together like a small boy on Christmas morning. The pool of blood around Ross grew larger and larger as his face grew blue…
~*~
Ross tried to sit up quickly, scared about where he was, but found himself unable to move. He had just had a horrible nightmare, and he wanted something familiar with him.
"Am I dead?" Ross mumbled clumsily as he tried to open his eyelids.
"Far from it." A man's voice said off to his right. Ross tried to sit up quickly, scared about where he was, but found himself unable to move.
"You're in a full body cast. I suggest you don't try any sudden movements. You're lucky to be alive." The man's voice said again.
"Where am I?" Ross began to cry pitifully.
"You're in Beth Israel Medical Hospital, sweetie." He heard a woman's voice off to the other side, which he immediately recognized.
"Monica." Ross sobbed as he felt her grab his hand, and he clutched it as tight as his aching arms would allow.
"Shh... sweetie I'm here. So is Chandler. We're so glad you're okay." A sob caught in her throat. "We thought you-you weren't gonna make it."
Ross grimaced as he felt tears sliding down his face.
"Why can't I open my eyes?" He muttered, trying to keep his voice steady.
"They're swollen shut, man. We don't know if there's any permanent damage or not." Chandler's voice trembled, making Ross even more uncomfortable, picturing how he must look to them.
"How did I get here?" Ross asked, his voice choked up.
"Some man was in the garage and he saw you and Blake in the corner as he was headed to the elevator. He struggled and got the knife off of him just before--" Monica's voice caught in her throat again, but she continued, "Just before he stabbed you. He killed Blake. Blake is dead." Monica said firmly.
"I never wanted anyone to die because of me." Ross sobbed.
"Honey, it's not your fault." Monica said.
"Rachel! Rachel, is she alright?" The panic rose in his voice.
"Yes, she's fine. She doesn't know about you though, but Blake never got a chance to go near her." Chandler nodded, even though he knew Ross couldn't see him.
"You didn't tell her... Chandler, did you tell her?" Ross moaned.
"You-you told me to!" Chandler said, shocked.
"No!" Ross half-yelled. "Why did you listen to me? You knew that I was just letting out my sorrow in some way."
"Tell her what?" Monica asked them both.
"Well, you made me promise to tell her!" Chandler argued.
"TELL HER WHAT?" Monica yelled, surprising them both.
"Tell Rachel that he didn't love her and he was just trying to be a nice guy by helping her out." Chandler said.
"So you didn't tell her the other part?" Ross asked.
Chandler whimpered.
"You did? Oh shit. She's never gonna forgive me now you idiot." Ross said angrily.
"What other part?" Monica asked, more calmly.
"That she had screwed up Ross's life and that he never wanted to see her again." Chandler mumbled.
Ross groaned, and then tried to look on the good side of things. He was alive, and he had his two best friends in the world beside him.
For the first time since Ross awoke, he noticed a dull roar outside of the building.
"What's that noise?" Ross asked sadly.
"Well, you've been here for 2 days already... the story got out to all the paparazzi and the media. Everyone knows you're here, Ross. There are about 2,000 fans outside. Some of them have been here for two whole days. They want to make sure that you're all right." Monica said.
Ross smiled as he could sense that everyone in the room was also.
"Sometimes they're wonderful." Ross continued to smile through his tears.
"Who?" Chandler asked.
"The fans. When they're not bugging the hell out of me, you gotta love them. They're always there." Ross said simply.
Monica and Chandler nodded knowingly as they peeked out the window at the swarming crowd outside of the hospital's property.
"I just wonder how the hell I'm gonna get out of here." Ross said drowsily as Monica and Chandler laughed, amused at Ross's sudden humor.
"Now, Ross. You need some sleep. Monica, Chandler, thank you for being here when he woke up, but he needs his rest." The doctor said.
"No, thank you, doctor." Monica said as she and Chandler left the room with a much lighter heart, knowing that their best friend and brother was going to be fine, in time.
Ross fell asleep immediately after they had gone, sad that he might have lost Rachel forever, but happy knowing that he would be all right. Yes, soon, he would be all right.
"And in earlier news, Ross Geller, yes, the actor, is still being hospitalized after being attacked and almost beaten to death a few short days ago. Rumor has it that he will be dismissed from the hospital with still minor injuries later next week." The news anchorwoman reported from outside the hospital, where there were still fans outside.
"Thanks for telling them that I'd be out later this week. That way I can sneak out the back today, with a lot smaller chance of being caught." Ross bobbed his head excitedly.
"No problem." Monica smiled. Her brother had recovered surprisingly quickly in the short week. He had bumps and bruises all over him, and he had a large ugly scar from the knife down one cheek, that the doctors had stitched up, saying that there was a very high chance that after they took the stitches out, their would be no visible scar. He had regained his eyesight the day before, and gotten his body cast taken off, but only to be replaced by an arm cast, a head wrap, and a neck brace. He wouldn't have the full use of his arm for another 2 months, but he was excited to be getting out. Ross felt immensely better knowing that his full health was right around the corner. His vision was still fuzzy, and when he had gone to the washroom earlier that day, he had caught a look at himself in his mirror, and had to admit that he looked horrible. He looked more dead than alive, and his nose was temporarily-perhaps, an odd shape and he desperately needed a shave. Monica and Chandler had gotten him a taxi at the back of the hospital. They had a car but it only had room for two, and Ross had in fact, insisted on going alone. Since Ross had absolutely no belongings with him, he told them to go ahead, that he would go alone. He desperately wanted some time alone, as he had not had any in the past few days.
Another turning point
a fork stuck in the road
Time grabs you by the wrist
Directs you where to go
He watched them go with a sad mixed excitement and reached for the hospital phone, and began to dial a number that he had memorized in one glance. The excitement slowly faded as no one picked up on the other end and an answering machine cameo on.
"You have reached Rachel Green. Please leave a message after the beep." The plain answering machine said in a mechanical tone.
Ross hung up the phone disappointedly.
"Maybe it's for the best." Ross thought to himself. He had already screwed up her life enough, he might as well leave her alone.
Ross looked down and he looked up in surprise as he noticed that he was crying. He loved her. He knew it from the first moment he had met her.
So make the bet of this test
And don't ask why
It's not a question
But a lesson learned in time
He heaved a heavy sigh that hurt his aching chest and wiped his face with his one good hand and walked out of his hospital room. He closed the door lightly and began to make his way quietly and sadly down the stairs. He stumbled down the stairs more than once, not thinking about where he was going… just knowing that it was his fault if he never saw her again. He had pushed her away. He just wished that he could see or hear her voice once more. He just needed something to hold on to. A memory or something.
He smiled as he suddenly remembered the day in the airport when she had dropped her purse.
"Now there's a memory." He said as he stepped out the back door into the sunshine. He had to let his eyes adjust to his first trip outside since that day, and he saw a bright yellow cab standing right before him.
It's something unpredictable
but in the end is right
I hope you had the time of your life.
He reached out to open the cab's door, when someone yelled his name from behind.
"Ross!"
Ross turned around and shielded his eyes.
"Rachel?" Ross asked as she flung herself onto him, hugging him for dear life.
"Ow." He struggled not to mutter, but found himself unable to bear the pain.
"Oh I'm sorry!" she half sobbed as she backed away slowly, but Ross grabbed her back, and hugged her tighter than she had before.
"You're worth the pain." Ross said sincerely as he felt Rachel wrapped around him.
Rachel looked up at him and smiled.
"I didn't mean what I said that one time..." Ross began to say.
"I know. Chandler called me and told me everything. I understand. I'm so sorry for all the pain you went through because of me." Rachel said tearfully.
So take the photographs
And still framed in your mind
Hang it on a shelf of good health
And good time
"I'm just glad that you're safe. I love you." Ross muttered, embarrassed.
"Yeah?" Rachel asked, "Well, I love you too." She smiled as she leaned up and kissed him gently on the lips.
Ross kissed her back slowly, wrapping his good arm around her.
"Just promise you'll never leave me. I wouldn't be able to take you leaving me. That's how much I love you." She said fiercely.
"Hey, Rach? I'm only at the beginning of loving you." Ross said as he stared deeply into her eyes.
She smiled as a tear slid down her face and she clutched onto him for dear life. He was right. They were both at the beginning of falling in love. What would come would be a million more memories and good times, just waiting to be framed and passed on to grand kids and next generations.
Tattoos and memories
And dead skin on trial
For what it's worth
It was worth all the while
I hope you had the time of your life.
Ross kissed Rachel once more before they both got into the cab together, and began the first day of the rest of their lives.
It's something unpredictable,
But in the end is right
I hope you had the time of your life.
Thanks again for reading, and please leave comments or whatever in a review! Please tell me if you liked my story or not. I hope you enjoyed. Please check out my other stories too. Oh yeah, the song in here is "Good Riddance[Time of your life]" by Green Day.
rossandrachelforever