Okie. I hope you guys are enjoying it so far. I enjoy writing it! * Presents Chapter 6 * This is getting pretty long (to me at least)! * ahem * on with the story. . . Oh! Juu-Chan, it was either clicker or remote control. . . * shrug * glad you found THAT part funny :p. . . More notes to readers, Exintaris, black outs aren't 'normal' but they do happen every so often. I'm 16, definitely not pregnant, and I've blacked out before. It's not just because she's pregnant that she blacked out, a.k.a. light-headed caused by. . . well, you'll see. If you talk to me, I'll give you some reasons why those things you mentioned in your review won't really help them. * points to email address in her profile *

~on with the story~

Monica's problems didn't get better. They didn't even stay at the same severity level. Not only did they get worse, more piled on top. Not only did she get headrush everytime she stood up, wrenching abdominal pain after everytime she slept (whenever she could that is), she now couldn't eat.

After a useless attempt to sleep, Monica dragged herself up. Massaging her shoulder, she made her way to the kitchen.

"Hey Mon." Seeing her frazzled condition, he need not ask how her night was. "You want to try eating today?"

"No, not really." She entered the bathroom and immediately got on the scale. 129 pounds. She hadn't eaten in literally a month, but she managed to gain about 10-15 pounds. She had entered her third trimester, and everything was three times worse. She had gone to the hospital and found that she had an abnormally high blood pressure, and she was held over for 2 days. Even during that time, she found her stomach was really tender when she woke up. She had related her decrease of appetite to hospital 'food', but when she arrived back home, even her favorite dish didn't entice her. If she got food down, it just came right back up. Nothing was going well, and it seemed that all three doctoral opinions were the same. Nothing is seriously wrong. She had all the symptoms of a normal pregnancy, just more severe.

As Monica exited the bathroom, Chandler gave her a good look-over. Although she had eaten the equivalent of air over the past few weeks, she managed to gain more than just baby-growth weight. Also, her face was very pale in extreme contrast to the dark rings under her eyes. She had had no sleep over the past few days.

"Anything you want to do today?"

"Sleep." Monica walked over to the couch and plopped herself down. Seeing her inner defeat, Chandler walked over and sat down beside her. Placing his arm around her shoulder, he allowed her to rest her head on his. "I just want to sleep Chandler. Is that too much to ask?" She whispered sadly.

"I don't know Mon. I really don't," he replied, feeling useless. He placed a soft kiss on her head. "Just tell me if there's anything I can do, and I'll try my best." This seemed to unlock something within Monica. Suddenly her eyes brimmed with tears. Her quick intake of air made Chandler's eyes direct themselves at her. It seemed that every emotional pain she had hidden inside was oozing out with every tear that slid down her cheek.

"Oh god Monica," Chandler breathed, "Come here, release everything you need to." She buried her head into his shoulder and cried her heart out.

"I just want to sleep Chandler! I-I just want to get some rest. I want to be able to walk without seeing spots. I want to be able to eat without throwing up. I want everything to be ok, back to normal. I-I- -I want to feel needed, useful, loved." Chandler could feel his eyes welling up.

"Monica, there's nothing more that I want than to be able to give all that to you. There is one thing I can help with."

Sniffing she asked, "What's that?" Her once innocent, content, blue eyes filled with question and pain.

He gathered all his courage and leaned in to kiss her. He wanted to make her feel loved.

It felt right then, that Monica found that missing jigsaw piece to complete the puzzle. Not only did he physically fit, he had been there for her for so long, but she couldn't find him. Until now.

Their tongues found the other, and suddenly Monica pulled back. Unshed tears still danced in her eyes, but no longer was loneliness found in them. Two pairs of sky blue eyes gazed at each other, until the unsaid message was clear.

I love you.

~

7 months. It had been 7 months of on Earth hell. As much as a newfound relationship helped, Chandler still couldn't make Monica's physical pain go away. She had been having severe headaches when she woke up from her occasional rests.

"Honey, I'm going to take you to the doctor's okay?"

"He doesn't know anything!" She was irritated by about everything now.

"Well, maybe he'll have something to take care of those headaches."

"Fine. Whatever."

Chandler sighed. He hated when she was like this, but he knew she wasn't doing on purpose. . .

~ 45 minutes later ~

"Well, I think these will do the trick." Dr. Eval said, handing her a prescription for Tylenol 3.

"Thanks." Monica replied, warily.

"Come on. We'll go get those right now alright?"

"Yeah, okay." She was too worn out to say much else.

They picked up the medication and headed back to their apartment. Chandler's move wasn't too hard. He was practically living there anyways. He sat her down at the kitchen table and poured her a glass of warm water. Taking out the medication, he shook a single pill out and handed it to her. Giving him a small smile, she popped the pill in her mouth and downed some water.

"How do you feel?"

"I don't know! I only just took the pill!"

"Right. Sorry." He sighed. Walking back to their bedroom, he hung his head. Now it was he who felt useless. Just as he was about to close the door, he heard the frantic screech of a chair pushed across wooden paneling and the sound of feet running into the bathroom. The next thing he heard made his own stomach curl. He walked towards the open bathroom door and looked at Monica. She couldn't even drink water without it being rejected.

"Monica, I'm taking you to the hospital. I don't care what you say."

"Okay. . ." Chandler stood there for a few seconds. He thought he would have to put up a bit of a fight. When it registered that she said okay, he scurried to gather everything. Jacket, purse. . .courage. . .

The ride in the taxi was a silent one. Everyone was so still and so stiff, it seemed the air didn't even move. Chandler paid the driver and helped Monica out of the car. Swollen ankles and feet really didn't help matters much. Inside, Chandler found a vacant wheelchair, and sat Monica down. He walked urgently towards the maternity ward emergency.

"Name."

"Monica Geller."

"Okay, a doctor or nurse will be with her shortly."

"Thanks." Chandler rolled his eyes. Receptionists sounded like answering machines.

~ 10 minutes later ~

"Hello Monica. I'm Dr. Stevens. (a.n. male doctor)" He smiled warmly at her. His first patient!

"And you're how many fingers?" Monica asked.

"I know, I know, I look young, but they thought I would be best suited for your case."

"Okay. . ."

"Alright. I've heard all your symptoms, and I have an idea of what is going on. What I need though, is a blood test."

"Anything that will allow me to sleep and eat doctor. I don't care." She was beginning to sound desperate.

"It will take about a day or two to get the results back, but I'm going to keep you here until then. Is that alright?"

Monica only nodded. She leaned her head against Chandler as Dr. Stevens went to get the necessary supplies. He wrapped his arms around her and ran his hands up and down her arms.

"Whatever it is Mon, I'm here okay?" He lowered his head so he was eye level with her. Again, she was silent, but he knew that she knew it. He leaned in and gave her a soft kiss on the lips.

~ 2 days later ~

"Are those results in?" Dr. Steven's asked the organizers. (a.n. sorry, I don't know how this really goes)

"Yes doctor. For Monica Geller correct?"

"Mmhmm." He took the results and looked them over.

Oh shit.

Tbc my sweets. . .My first cliffhanger!. . .Next part will come soon!!