CHAPTER#2
Beep. Beep. Beep.
Phoebe groaned as she as she awoke to a loud beeping sound. As she pulled herself out of a deep sleep, her brain registered that the sound was not her alarm clock. What was that noise?
When she finally came to be fully awake she felt exhausted. Why was she so tired? And where was she? She managed to sit up, and peered around the room. She had to blink her eyes a few times, as they weren't focusing very well. What she saw confused her.
She was in a bed in a small, white-washed room, with a small window to her left. The window was heavily curtained, and she couldn't see out. To her right she saw a large door, half-closed, with another small, closed door beside it. There was nothing on the walls of the room, and there was no color. She realized that she could still hear the beeping sound. She looked to her left to see a large, square box with bumpy lines running across it. Suddenly she realized where she was. She was in a hospital and the beep was from a heart monitor. She also noticed the IV in her right arm and the cast on her left. What the Hell? She thought.
Suddenly, she remembered. She remembered leaving the hotel with Rachel and Monica, going to the small pub they had spotted around the corner from the hotel. She remembered Monica calling home, and sounding so happy to hear Chandler's voice. She remembered hearing Rachel scream and the sound of a gun going off and then nothing. Phoebe began to panic. What had happened to her friends? Where were Monica and Rachel? Were they here to? Were they okay? Phoebe felt her heart race and she began to hyperventilate. She heard the heart monitor go off, and watched as multiple people rushed in the door towards here.
* * * * *
Phoebe stepped off of the airplane dejectedly. She made her way through the airport towards the door, not seeing or hearing anything, her mind elsewhere. She walked out the front doors and proceeded to flag down a cab. She hated herself for what she was about to do. After the hospital staff had managed to calm her down. They told her she had been found, unconscious and injured, in a small bar after an attack by an unknown gang, or something of the sorts. She had had no identification on her, as her purse had been stolen, and she had remained in a coma for just over a month. She had woken up in a hospital in Europe following a month-long coma, not knowing where her friends were, or if they were okay, and now she had to do something she knew she would hate herself for, for the rest of her life. Phoebe had contacted the American Embassy who told her there was no chance her friends were alive, told her to go home and forget about them.
And here she was, home, but she knew she could never forget about her friends. Why had this happened to them? Why now? Rachel had a daughter who would grow up without a mother, making Ross an only parent. Emma would never know her mother. And Chandler, he had just lost the most important thing in his life. He had loved Monica so much, it was obvious to everyone who had ever seen them together. Phoebe didn't understand. Monica and Chandler were supposed to spend the rest of their lives together, they were supposed to have kids and grow old together. And now that was never going to happen.
Phoebe's cab arrived at the apartment building and she sighed and got out, making her way to the entrance and then up the stairs. She had decided to tell Chandler first, and here she was, in front of his door. She almost lost her nerve and took off, but she forced herself to do this. She knocked three times and waited for it to open. God she hated herself for what she was about to do. She heard movement inside and watched as the door swung open in front of her.
Phoebe was shocked by what she saw in front of her. Chandler stood in the doorway, although he didn't look like Chandler. Although he was wearing sweats, she could tell he had lost a lot of weight. His hair was longer and unkempt. There were dark lines under his eyes, which had lost their previous sparkling joy, and were now dull. He stared at her in shock for a few seconds.
He then changed his expression and looked at her expectantly, his eyes pleading. Phoebe knew what he was asking without him saying a word. This was it. She had to tell him. She closed her eyes for a few seconds, feeling the tears come. Finally, she looked into his dull, expecting eyes and gently shook her head. He nodded and closed his eyes, accepting her answer. She knew he had expected it.
Phoebe hesitantly took a few steps towards him, not knowing what to do. At first she opened her mouth a couple times trying to form the right words to comfort him, then realized there was nothing she could say to make him feel any better. She knew she couldn't even begin to comprehend what he had lost.
Eventually he opened his eyes and saw her standing there, just feet in front of him. He didn't hesitate before pulling her into a hug. Phoebe felt the flood of tears come rushing out as she clutched onto Chandler for dear life as the two of them cried together for what they had lost.
Chandler was shocked by who he found standing in front of him in the doorway. Phoebe stood there, her arm in a cast, a scar on her cheekbone and a dark expression on her face. Chandler knew the answer before he asked the question, he could see it in her eyes, but he knew he had to know for sure. He met Phoebe's eyes, asking her silently. His heart sank as he watched Phoebe's reaction, he didn't even have to watch her shake her head. She was gone. He felt his heart break and he closed his eyes, admitting defeat, he had lost her forever. Chandler had spent the last month and a half waiting and hoping and praying for good news, but there had been no good news. There had been no news at all. Chandler opened his eyes and promptly pulled Phoebe into a hug.
A/N: Well, I'm done chapter 2. I hope you all liked it. I have a good feeling about it, as I'm really enjoying writing it. Look for the next chapter soon. Also, if you choose to review, can you do me a favor? You see I would like to be a writer one day, so could you mention anything that I am doing wrong or could improve on? Be brutally honest, I can take it. If you want to tell me my writing sux, go ahead. Thanks for reading.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
Phoebe groaned as she as she awoke to a loud beeping sound. As she pulled herself out of a deep sleep, her brain registered that the sound was not her alarm clock. What was that noise?
When she finally came to be fully awake she felt exhausted. Why was she so tired? And where was she? She managed to sit up, and peered around the room. She had to blink her eyes a few times, as they weren't focusing very well. What she saw confused her.
She was in a bed in a small, white-washed room, with a small window to her left. The window was heavily curtained, and she couldn't see out. To her right she saw a large door, half-closed, with another small, closed door beside it. There was nothing on the walls of the room, and there was no color. She realized that she could still hear the beeping sound. She looked to her left to see a large, square box with bumpy lines running across it. Suddenly she realized where she was. She was in a hospital and the beep was from a heart monitor. She also noticed the IV in her right arm and the cast on her left. What the Hell? She thought.
Suddenly, she remembered. She remembered leaving the hotel with Rachel and Monica, going to the small pub they had spotted around the corner from the hotel. She remembered Monica calling home, and sounding so happy to hear Chandler's voice. She remembered hearing Rachel scream and the sound of a gun going off and then nothing. Phoebe began to panic. What had happened to her friends? Where were Monica and Rachel? Were they here to? Were they okay? Phoebe felt her heart race and she began to hyperventilate. She heard the heart monitor go off, and watched as multiple people rushed in the door towards here.
* * * * *
Phoebe stepped off of the airplane dejectedly. She made her way through the airport towards the door, not seeing or hearing anything, her mind elsewhere. She walked out the front doors and proceeded to flag down a cab. She hated herself for what she was about to do. After the hospital staff had managed to calm her down. They told her she had been found, unconscious and injured, in a small bar after an attack by an unknown gang, or something of the sorts. She had had no identification on her, as her purse had been stolen, and she had remained in a coma for just over a month. She had woken up in a hospital in Europe following a month-long coma, not knowing where her friends were, or if they were okay, and now she had to do something she knew she would hate herself for, for the rest of her life. Phoebe had contacted the American Embassy who told her there was no chance her friends were alive, told her to go home and forget about them.
And here she was, home, but she knew she could never forget about her friends. Why had this happened to them? Why now? Rachel had a daughter who would grow up without a mother, making Ross an only parent. Emma would never know her mother. And Chandler, he had just lost the most important thing in his life. He had loved Monica so much, it was obvious to everyone who had ever seen them together. Phoebe didn't understand. Monica and Chandler were supposed to spend the rest of their lives together, they were supposed to have kids and grow old together. And now that was never going to happen.
Phoebe's cab arrived at the apartment building and she sighed and got out, making her way to the entrance and then up the stairs. She had decided to tell Chandler first, and here she was, in front of his door. She almost lost her nerve and took off, but she forced herself to do this. She knocked three times and waited for it to open. God she hated herself for what she was about to do. She heard movement inside and watched as the door swung open in front of her.
Phoebe was shocked by what she saw in front of her. Chandler stood in the doorway, although he didn't look like Chandler. Although he was wearing sweats, she could tell he had lost a lot of weight. His hair was longer and unkempt. There were dark lines under his eyes, which had lost their previous sparkling joy, and were now dull. He stared at her in shock for a few seconds.
He then changed his expression and looked at her expectantly, his eyes pleading. Phoebe knew what he was asking without him saying a word. This was it. She had to tell him. She closed her eyes for a few seconds, feeling the tears come. Finally, she looked into his dull, expecting eyes and gently shook her head. He nodded and closed his eyes, accepting her answer. She knew he had expected it.
Phoebe hesitantly took a few steps towards him, not knowing what to do. At first she opened her mouth a couple times trying to form the right words to comfort him, then realized there was nothing she could say to make him feel any better. She knew she couldn't even begin to comprehend what he had lost.
Eventually he opened his eyes and saw her standing there, just feet in front of him. He didn't hesitate before pulling her into a hug. Phoebe felt the flood of tears come rushing out as she clutched onto Chandler for dear life as the two of them cried together for what they had lost.
Chandler was shocked by who he found standing in front of him in the doorway. Phoebe stood there, her arm in a cast, a scar on her cheekbone and a dark expression on her face. Chandler knew the answer before he asked the question, he could see it in her eyes, but he knew he had to know for sure. He met Phoebe's eyes, asking her silently. His heart sank as he watched Phoebe's reaction, he didn't even have to watch her shake her head. She was gone. He felt his heart break and he closed his eyes, admitting defeat, he had lost her forever. Chandler had spent the last month and a half waiting and hoping and praying for good news, but there had been no good news. There had been no news at all. Chandler opened his eyes and promptly pulled Phoebe into a hug.
A/N: Well, I'm done chapter 2. I hope you all liked it. I have a good feeling about it, as I'm really enjoying writing it. Look for the next chapter soon. Also, if you choose to review, can you do me a favor? You see I would like to be a writer one day, so could you mention anything that I am doing wrong or could improve on? Be brutally honest, I can take it. If you want to tell me my writing sux, go ahead. Thanks for reading.