Authors Note - Well here's chapter three! Ross and Rachel will features in
this. For the purposes of this I'm gonna say Judy's got Emma for a few days
so Rachel and Ross can help Monica when she gets home. For the time being
she's living with them until something more permanent can be sorted out for
her and Ella. Thanks to every1 who reviewed apart from one person who shall
remain nameless. This takes place about a week after Chandler left (he will
be bk don't worry!)
~Friends Babe~
Monica looked down at her bag and ran a mental checklist of what she had packed. She gave a wry smile as she remembered that everything she owned was n that bag. At 34 the only things she owned were a toothbrush from the hospital store, a pair of jeans and Rachel's old T-Shirt. It was amazing to think that in the space of a few days she could lose everything, her house, her daughter, her husband, her legs, her life. Her gaze shifted to her legs and it remained there until Rachel entered two minutes later.
"Hey Mon you almost ready?" she asked trying to take her best friends mind of everything.
"Yeah" she replied. "I'm travelling light at the moment"
Rachel smiled at her friend. She couldn't believe how well she was coping with all of this. If Emma died and Ross left she would just crawl under a rock and wait to die.
"Mon do you need a hand getting out?" she asked gesturing towards Monica's bulky wheelchair.
"I'm fine" she replied forcefully as she desperately tried to manoeuvre out of the small doorway. Eventually she gave up and smiled slightly at Rachel.
"OK you win. I'll let you do it"
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"Ok Mon, you in?" Rachel asked her before loading Ella in beside her. "Alright then, let's go!" Rachel again tried to be cheerful, but failed miserably. She couldn't pretend to be happy while she was still grieving for her niece. She glanced back at Monica and noticed her staring out of the window, not focusing on anything. She turned around and the rest of the journey passed in silence.
"Mon, you'll be staying in Emma's room ok?" Ross asked his sister as they stood in the hallway. He slowly opened the door and pushed Monica in. He took her small bag into Emma's room and nearly fainted. Judy was in there with Emma.
"Mom! What are you doing?! Monica and Ella are sleeping in here!"
She cast her son a sad glance and replied " Emma has a fever, I thought she should be at home"
Ross looked at his mother and couldn't believe how heartless she was being. Her only daughter had just lost everything and she couldn't even give her just a little bit of stability when she needed it so badly. He cast his mother a disgusted glance before going into his living room and explaining what a heartless cow their mother was to Monica.
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Monica looked out of the small window. After many phone calls and a lot of withering glances Joey had finally agreed to take Monica and Ella. Monica was glad to have a home but she didn't want to be here. She wanted to be in her house, with the little fishpond Georgia had wanted so badly, with the bed she had shared with Chandler, with everything she knew. She wasn't even that close to Joey, how was she supposed to cope all alone with an 8-year- old daughter? It just didn't seem fair. Just when she thought everything was perfect it just had to get screwed up. She felt the tears that had been threatening her for days take over. She finally succumbed to them.
She was still crying 5 minutes later when a pair of arms wound themselves around her neck. Monica felt her daughter shedding her own tears and so she placed her arms around Ella's waist. And there they sat. Mother and daughter - united by grief.
A/N - OK I know this is really short and I'm sorry. I just needed to sort out Monica living with Joey before I moved on. Thanks for reading! And my friend asked me the other day if I nicknamed Elizabeth Ella after the characters in ER, so if she's reading yes I did!! Quite sad really!!
Monica looked down at her bag and ran a mental checklist of what she had packed. She gave a wry smile as she remembered that everything she owned was n that bag. At 34 the only things she owned were a toothbrush from the hospital store, a pair of jeans and Rachel's old T-Shirt. It was amazing to think that in the space of a few days she could lose everything, her house, her daughter, her husband, her legs, her life. Her gaze shifted to her legs and it remained there until Rachel entered two minutes later.
"Hey Mon you almost ready?" she asked trying to take her best friends mind of everything.
"Yeah" she replied. "I'm travelling light at the moment"
Rachel smiled at her friend. She couldn't believe how well she was coping with all of this. If Emma died and Ross left she would just crawl under a rock and wait to die.
"Mon do you need a hand getting out?" she asked gesturing towards Monica's bulky wheelchair.
"I'm fine" she replied forcefully as she desperately tried to manoeuvre out of the small doorway. Eventually she gave up and smiled slightly at Rachel.
"OK you win. I'll let you do it"
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"Ok Mon, you in?" Rachel asked her before loading Ella in beside her. "Alright then, let's go!" Rachel again tried to be cheerful, but failed miserably. She couldn't pretend to be happy while she was still grieving for her niece. She glanced back at Monica and noticed her staring out of the window, not focusing on anything. She turned around and the rest of the journey passed in silence.
"Mon, you'll be staying in Emma's room ok?" Ross asked his sister as they stood in the hallway. He slowly opened the door and pushed Monica in. He took her small bag into Emma's room and nearly fainted. Judy was in there with Emma.
"Mom! What are you doing?! Monica and Ella are sleeping in here!"
She cast her son a sad glance and replied " Emma has a fever, I thought she should be at home"
Ross looked at his mother and couldn't believe how heartless she was being. Her only daughter had just lost everything and she couldn't even give her just a little bit of stability when she needed it so badly. He cast his mother a disgusted glance before going into his living room and explaining what a heartless cow their mother was to Monica.
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Monica looked out of the small window. After many phone calls and a lot of withering glances Joey had finally agreed to take Monica and Ella. Monica was glad to have a home but she didn't want to be here. She wanted to be in her house, with the little fishpond Georgia had wanted so badly, with the bed she had shared with Chandler, with everything she knew. She wasn't even that close to Joey, how was she supposed to cope all alone with an 8-year- old daughter? It just didn't seem fair. Just when she thought everything was perfect it just had to get screwed up. She felt the tears that had been threatening her for days take over. She finally succumbed to them.
She was still crying 5 minutes later when a pair of arms wound themselves around her neck. Monica felt her daughter shedding her own tears and so she placed her arms around Ella's waist. And there they sat. Mother and daughter - united by grief.
A/N - OK I know this is really short and I'm sorry. I just needed to sort out Monica living with Joey before I moved on. Thanks for reading! And my friend asked me the other day if I nicknamed Elizabeth Ella after the characters in ER, so if she's reading yes I did!! Quite sad really!!