*please note that I changed the baby's name k? k…
Monica's Gift ch3
A baby. It had turned a lifeless shade of purple. And yet…
Chandler ran to the phone and quickly dialed 911. He remembered screaming into the phone, yelling into the phone and crying, but it didn't remember to breathe. He paced back and forth in front of the bathroom door, making bloody footmarks all over. Those next six minutes were the longest six minutes of his life. He was confused, sad, frustrated, and even more confused. He sprang back to life, breathing once again as the paramedics rushed in.
The sirens wailed as they sped their way to the hospital. On the way there, the paramedics told him that his first baby was dead. First baby…The words ran themselves through his head. First baby…they have more than one. They would have had more than one. It was giving him a headache. A headache…come on! That was hardly what mattered at the moment…That must have been why her stomach was still about the same size as before. There was still another baby in there…
They reached the hospital and hurriedly rolled Monica in. All he could do was watch as they rushed his dying fiancée into the operating room. They told him that she had lost a lot of blood, and left the rest of the sentence up in the air.
He had tried sitting, but ended up gripping the armrest so hard, his knuckles turned as white as the walls of the hospital. He tried standing, but his legs just turned to jelly. It felt like years before the doctor came out again. Just one glance at his face, Chandler knew he didn't want to know. He told him the his baby had made it. Chandler had barely even acknowledged it, and only nodded, waiting for what the doctor had yet to say. His lips moved, but he hadn't heard a word. All he had to do was look around at the sad faces looking back at him, and he knew. The love of his life, hell, his life, was gone.
They asked him if he wanted to go see his new daughter. He nodded meekly and followed the doctor to a secluded room filled with machines beeping away. In the middle of the room was a tiny baby girl, wrapped in a pink blanket. That was when everything that happened that day hit him with full force. Everything seemed to take effect right then and there. He felt tears form in his eyes as the doctor told him what had happened. There was no doubt that Monica had gone into labor prematurely, but what he didn't know, was that she had also suffered internal bleeding. They assumed that he had found her right after she had passed out from lack of blood and she had hit her chest into the corner of the counter, causing a vein to rupture. It had bled into her lungs causing her to have trouble breathing. And now, Chandler added in his head, she's dead. He looked at the only living memory he had left of Monica. A little baby girl. Lying there amidst all the machines that were keeping her alive. Although she was a preemie, her health would eventually build back up to normal, and she would be perfectly healthy. Tears rolled down his face as he stared at the seemingly peaceful sleeping baby. Even with her eyes closed, she looked like Monica. He named the baby Savannah Monica Geller Bing. What he wanted didn't seem to matter anymore.
It took about a month before Savannah was released and ready to go back home. During that time, everyone else's lives seemed to have moved so much faster ahead. Maybe it was because Chandler now felt that he was at a complete stand still. Everything changed. Rachel and Ross had moved into a newer, bigger house out of the city after they found out they were pregnant again. Joey had actually found love, and Phoebe, well, Phoebe was Phoebe. A funeral had been held for Monica. Only the closest family and friends were invited. When Chandler had gone to pick up his daughter from the hospital, he decided on something. He was never going to fall in love again, ever. He knew it. Now that he was a widow, he understood why people in the same position as him never remarried. It was just too painful.
The guestroom had been made over, and now stood as a nursery. Chandler put the now asleep baby back into her crib, and stood there for a long time just gazing at the beautiful baby. She had the bluest eyes anyone had ever seen, light brown hair, and the cutest little upturned nose that made her just irresistible. Chandler made his way back to the kitchen and made himself a cup a warm milk. He sat on the window seat, looking out at the ever-busy New York Streets. At this time last year, he and Monica were asleep, in each other's arms. She had told him all the thoughts that ran through her head when she made the decision. She had been unsure at first, but knew, they were meant for each other. They had lay in bed that night reminiscing on how they fell for each other. He laughed and smiled a lot that night. But not tonight. In fact, he hardly smiled anymore.
He sighed heavily as he went to put the cup in the sink. Automatically, he washed it and put it in the drying rack. Knowing Monica for so many years really had an effect on him. He wandered back into Savannah's room, and fingered the little angel's light brown hair. He loved her so much it hurt, yet he had only known her for a few months. He missed Monica. He wanted to be with her. And right then, he knew that he had to.
He gave the sleeping baby one last kiss on the forehead and mumbled "I will always love you, don't you forget it my sweetie". He left the room and went straight to the pad of paper and pen on the table beside the phone. He wrote, in his best handwriting,
Dear Gang,
I can't take it anymore. I love you guys, and Savannah, but I miss Monica too much. Please tell Savannah that her parents love her very much and take good care of her. I'm going to be with Monica now.
Love always,
Chandler
A.N. That's it!… Review please, and try to refrain from flaming!
Monica's Gift ch3
A baby. It had turned a lifeless shade of purple. And yet…
Chandler ran to the phone and quickly dialed 911. He remembered screaming into the phone, yelling into the phone and crying, but it didn't remember to breathe. He paced back and forth in front of the bathroom door, making bloody footmarks all over. Those next six minutes were the longest six minutes of his life. He was confused, sad, frustrated, and even more confused. He sprang back to life, breathing once again as the paramedics rushed in.
The sirens wailed as they sped their way to the hospital. On the way there, the paramedics told him that his first baby was dead. First baby…The words ran themselves through his head. First baby…they have more than one. They would have had more than one. It was giving him a headache. A headache…come on! That was hardly what mattered at the moment…That must have been why her stomach was still about the same size as before. There was still another baby in there…
They reached the hospital and hurriedly rolled Monica in. All he could do was watch as they rushed his dying fiancée into the operating room. They told him that she had lost a lot of blood, and left the rest of the sentence up in the air.
He had tried sitting, but ended up gripping the armrest so hard, his knuckles turned as white as the walls of the hospital. He tried standing, but his legs just turned to jelly. It felt like years before the doctor came out again. Just one glance at his face, Chandler knew he didn't want to know. He told him the his baby had made it. Chandler had barely even acknowledged it, and only nodded, waiting for what the doctor had yet to say. His lips moved, but he hadn't heard a word. All he had to do was look around at the sad faces looking back at him, and he knew. The love of his life, hell, his life, was gone.
They asked him if he wanted to go see his new daughter. He nodded meekly and followed the doctor to a secluded room filled with machines beeping away. In the middle of the room was a tiny baby girl, wrapped in a pink blanket. That was when everything that happened that day hit him with full force. Everything seemed to take effect right then and there. He felt tears form in his eyes as the doctor told him what had happened. There was no doubt that Monica had gone into labor prematurely, but what he didn't know, was that she had also suffered internal bleeding. They assumed that he had found her right after she had passed out from lack of blood and she had hit her chest into the corner of the counter, causing a vein to rupture. It had bled into her lungs causing her to have trouble breathing. And now, Chandler added in his head, she's dead. He looked at the only living memory he had left of Monica. A little baby girl. Lying there amidst all the machines that were keeping her alive. Although she was a preemie, her health would eventually build back up to normal, and she would be perfectly healthy. Tears rolled down his face as he stared at the seemingly peaceful sleeping baby. Even with her eyes closed, she looked like Monica. He named the baby Savannah Monica Geller Bing. What he wanted didn't seem to matter anymore.
It took about a month before Savannah was released and ready to go back home. During that time, everyone else's lives seemed to have moved so much faster ahead. Maybe it was because Chandler now felt that he was at a complete stand still. Everything changed. Rachel and Ross had moved into a newer, bigger house out of the city after they found out they were pregnant again. Joey had actually found love, and Phoebe, well, Phoebe was Phoebe. A funeral had been held for Monica. Only the closest family and friends were invited. When Chandler had gone to pick up his daughter from the hospital, he decided on something. He was never going to fall in love again, ever. He knew it. Now that he was a widow, he understood why people in the same position as him never remarried. It was just too painful.
The guestroom had been made over, and now stood as a nursery. Chandler put the now asleep baby back into her crib, and stood there for a long time just gazing at the beautiful baby. She had the bluest eyes anyone had ever seen, light brown hair, and the cutest little upturned nose that made her just irresistible. Chandler made his way back to the kitchen and made himself a cup a warm milk. He sat on the window seat, looking out at the ever-busy New York Streets. At this time last year, he and Monica were asleep, in each other's arms. She had told him all the thoughts that ran through her head when she made the decision. She had been unsure at first, but knew, they were meant for each other. They had lay in bed that night reminiscing on how they fell for each other. He laughed and smiled a lot that night. But not tonight. In fact, he hardly smiled anymore.
He sighed heavily as he went to put the cup in the sink. Automatically, he washed it and put it in the drying rack. Knowing Monica for so many years really had an effect on him. He wandered back into Savannah's room, and fingered the little angel's light brown hair. He loved her so much it hurt, yet he had only known her for a few months. He missed Monica. He wanted to be with her. And right then, he knew that he had to.
He gave the sleeping baby one last kiss on the forehead and mumbled "I will always love you, don't you forget it my sweetie". He left the room and went straight to the pad of paper and pen on the table beside the phone. He wrote, in his best handwriting,
Dear Gang,
I can't take it anymore. I love you guys, and Savannah, but I miss Monica too much. Please tell Savannah that her parents love her very much and take good care of her. I'm going to be with Monica now.
Love always,
Chandler
A.N. That's it!… Review please, and try to refrain from flaming!
