A/n: Happy New Year! Once again, thank you for all the reviews. I'm sorry
to say that this will be the end of the story-I know it's really short, but
my winter break is over and I have school tomorrow. =( Hey, that's life.
When I find time (always a hard task), I will be adding to this story,
maybe adding more detail to it, or writing a new story. I'm a diehard C/M
fan, so look for stories about them in the future!
Disclaimer: I do not own Friends. The brilliant executives at NBC do.
Chapter 4-Chandler's Homecoming
Ross, Rachel, Joey, and Phoebe sat on Monica's fluffy white couch watching a movie as they waited for Chandler and Monica to arrive. At three o'clock, they finally heard footsteps out in the hall. The door opened, and in the doorway stood Chandler, who looked the same as he always did. His face was glowing healthily and his cheeks were pink from the cold. Monica followed a moment later, carrying several suitcases. Chandler planned to stay in New York for a few weeks and would return to Tulsa when he was fully recovered-after, of course, some much-needed quality time with his wife.
"You were only in the hospital for a couple weeks! How could you need all this stuff?" Monica groaned. She lugged the heavy suitcases through the door and plopped them beside the counter.
"Well, I needed my Playboy magazines-I mean, my work papers," Chandler laughed.
Monica slapped him playfully on the shoulder. She leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek. "I'm so glad you're home, baby," she whispered.
Everyone ran over to Chandler and started talking to him. "We're so happy you're here, Chandler," Ross told him.
"Yeah, me too!" Joey yelled. "But hey, I never got my Thanksgiving dinner. Can we eat something? I'm starving."
"I'll order a couple pizzas," offered Rachel.
"I'll grab some soda from across the hall," Phoebe said. She walked past Chandler, who was still standing in the doorway, and entered the apartment.
Ross and Joey settled in on the couch as the friends began to prepare for their belated Thanksgiving dinner. Meanwhile, Chandler tried to lift his suitcase so he could bring it into the bedroom. When he tried to grasp the handle, his fingers became stiff, and he could not pick up the bag. He tried and tried again, but his attempts failed. "Mon, what's happening?" he asked worriedly.
"What do you mean?" she said.
"Well, I can't lift my bag up. My fingers just lock," he replied.
"Oh my god-what if it's brain damage like Dr. Kellogg said?" she wondered anxiously.
Just then, though, Chandler stretched his fingers and wiggled them a bit. His joints loosened and he lifted the bag with ease. "Probably just a spasm," he decided.
Monica's concerned face relaxed. She continued to set the table. Phoebe came back with four 2-liter bottles of soda. Chandler sat on the couch with the guys like old times. Just then, the doorbell rang. Rachel answered the door and got the pizza from, as she described it, "the cute pizza guy". Ross muttered under his breath as Rachel gushed about his dreamy eyes. They all sat at the table and began to eat their "Thanksgiving dinner". Most of all, they were thankful that Chandler was alright.
THE END
Disclaimer: I do not own Friends. The brilliant executives at NBC do.
Chapter 4-Chandler's Homecoming
Ross, Rachel, Joey, and Phoebe sat on Monica's fluffy white couch watching a movie as they waited for Chandler and Monica to arrive. At three o'clock, they finally heard footsteps out in the hall. The door opened, and in the doorway stood Chandler, who looked the same as he always did. His face was glowing healthily and his cheeks were pink from the cold. Monica followed a moment later, carrying several suitcases. Chandler planned to stay in New York for a few weeks and would return to Tulsa when he was fully recovered-after, of course, some much-needed quality time with his wife.
"You were only in the hospital for a couple weeks! How could you need all this stuff?" Monica groaned. She lugged the heavy suitcases through the door and plopped them beside the counter.
"Well, I needed my Playboy magazines-I mean, my work papers," Chandler laughed.
Monica slapped him playfully on the shoulder. She leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek. "I'm so glad you're home, baby," she whispered.
Everyone ran over to Chandler and started talking to him. "We're so happy you're here, Chandler," Ross told him.
"Yeah, me too!" Joey yelled. "But hey, I never got my Thanksgiving dinner. Can we eat something? I'm starving."
"I'll order a couple pizzas," offered Rachel.
"I'll grab some soda from across the hall," Phoebe said. She walked past Chandler, who was still standing in the doorway, and entered the apartment.
Ross and Joey settled in on the couch as the friends began to prepare for their belated Thanksgiving dinner. Meanwhile, Chandler tried to lift his suitcase so he could bring it into the bedroom. When he tried to grasp the handle, his fingers became stiff, and he could not pick up the bag. He tried and tried again, but his attempts failed. "Mon, what's happening?" he asked worriedly.
"What do you mean?" she said.
"Well, I can't lift my bag up. My fingers just lock," he replied.
"Oh my god-what if it's brain damage like Dr. Kellogg said?" she wondered anxiously.
Just then, though, Chandler stretched his fingers and wiggled them a bit. His joints loosened and he lifted the bag with ease. "Probably just a spasm," he decided.
Monica's concerned face relaxed. She continued to set the table. Phoebe came back with four 2-liter bottles of soda. Chandler sat on the couch with the guys like old times. Just then, the doorbell rang. Rachel answered the door and got the pizza from, as she described it, "the cute pizza guy". Ross muttered under his breath as Rachel gushed about his dreamy eyes. They all sat at the table and began to eat their "Thanksgiving dinner". Most of all, they were thankful that Chandler was alright.
THE END