A.N- Short chapter, I know. ^_^ Hope you like it! Please keep the feedback
coming; it's my first Friends fic and I don't know if I'm doing ok or not.
All usual disclaimers apply
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"Mr. Bing? Mr. Geller?"
Ross and Chandler looked towards the doctor almost immediately and let the girls hug each other before going to him. "He's not gone, is he? He's ok, right?"
"Mr. Tribianni had a respiratory arrest, and."
"How is he?!"
"He's stable again, but he won't be allowed any other visitors for the night. I suggest you go home and rest, th-."
Phoebe shook her head. "No, we're not leaving. We're going to wait until he wakes up."
The doctor turned to the rest, but when they all nodded in agreement, he shook his head. "I don't recommend that. There's no way of knowing when he'll wake up."
Chandler was going to say that he was going to stay as well, but when he turned to Monica and saw how exhausted she was, he thought twice about it. Joey was already in bad condition; he didn't want Monica to be in a hospital bed as well. And then the baby. When the doctor left them alone again, he turned to her and kissed her lips lightly. "Sweetheart, I think it'll be better if you went home and rest. For both you and the baby. Rach, Pheebs, you two should go rest too."
Ross nodded in agreement. "Yeah, Chandler and I'll stay here and call you if anything comes up."
Both Rachel and Phoebe were going to say no, that they were going to stay there as well, but when they saw Monica they knew that they needed to take her home so she could rest. After thinking about it, both of them nodded. Phoebe hugged the guys. "Call at any time, ok? For anything; *anything* that comes up."
When they nodded and they said their good-byes, the girls went back to Monica's apartment. As they were about to open the door, though, and saw Joey's door, neither one of them had the strength to fight back their tears and they hugged each other out there in the hall. It was starting to get really late, though, so they went inside. Phoebe and Rachel tucked in Monica before they all decided to lie down on the bed together. Before they knew it, they fell back asleep.
At around seven in the morning, Phoebe woke up with a start and looked around; the memory of what had happened the night before slowly coming back to her. As she looked around, she noticed that Rachel and Monica were still asleep, so she got up and wrote them a note that she was going to head out and she'll see them later. Without wasting any time, she went to the hospital, yet the traffic made the cab go slower. When she got there and saw both Ross and Chandler asleep on a chair of the waiting room, she sighed and debated on whether or not to wake them up. Thinking about it, she went to them and shook their shoulders gently. "Guys, wake up."
Both Ross and Chandler woke up immediately and sat up quickly. "What? . Phoebe, what are you doing here? Wh. What time is it?"
"A few minutes before eight. Why don't you guys go home and sleep for a while?"
Chandler shook his head and rubbed his eyes. "No, I'd rather stay."
"How's Joey? Any change? Is he any better?"
Ross sighed and stood up, putting his hands in his pockets. "The doctor said that he was making little improvement, but that not enough to bring him out of danger. They let us see him, though. He's. He looks exactly the same. He doesn't react at all."
Phoebe sighed. "You guys should still go home. I'll stay here." When she saw that they were going to say no, shakes her head. "Guys, you have to go home and rest, too. You can just come in a little while."
Nodding, Ross sighed. "Yeah, I guess you're right. I want to check on Emma and Rachel before going to work for a little while. I'll be back ass soon as I can, though, ok?"
Chandler nodded slightly. "Yeah, and I want to go see how Monica's doing. Did she sleep ok, Pheebs?"
Phoebe nodded and hugged them before she waved the guys good-bye. She went to see if she could go in and, when she was allowed to, she walked in quietly to the small room where Joey was. She moved a chair next to his bed before sitting down and taking his hand. "Hi, Joey. Yeah, we're back. Did you sleep ok?" She stayed silent, watching him. After a short while, she kissed his cheek before caressing the top of his hand gently; careful of the abrasions that were on his hands and fingers. "You should wake up really soon, Joey. We're really worried about you." She stayed silent, not knowing how to say what she wanted to say next. She wanted to tell him that she was extremely worried about him. That she wanted him to wake up because, lately, she was starting to have feelings towards him that were more than friendly feelings.
That she might even love him.
When she was about to tell him all of that, she suddenly felt how Joey's fingers twitched slightly as she held his hand. At that, she sat up straighter and stared down at his fingers. Had she been dreaming it? She was awake, wasn't she? In a low whisper, she leaned closer to him. "Joey.? D. Did you move your fingers?" She looked at his face before looking down at his hand; waiting for him to move his fingers at least a little. When he didn't, she sighed; frustrated with her self that she had believed that he was waking up. "Joseph Francis."
At that, a small and low agonized groan was heard, and one of Joey's fingers moved very slightly; looking as if it had merely twitched. He frowned slightly and tried to talk, but the artificial respirator that he was hooked onto didn't allow him to. Phoebe sat up straight, tears once more perking up in her eyes. "Joey?"
Very slowly, Joey's eyes started to open. When they caught sight of the light that was on, they flinched, making Joey groan painfully. He looked around the room with his eyes only, disorientated. What had happened? How come he was on a bed, and so many beeps and machines were around him? As he turned to Phoebe, he started feeling the pain heighten quickly and starting to spread throughout his body. He tried to talk, to ask her what had happened, but it was until then that he realized that there was a tube in his mouth that was helping him breathe and he couldn't talk.
Phoebe, noticing that he was going to talk, shook her head and leaned closer to him as she put her index finger on his lips as best as she could. "Shh, no talking. I'm so glad that you're awake, Joey.! We were so worried about you."
Joey had always been able to express himself with just the facial expressions that he used. And, since he couldn't talk, he tried to squeeze her hand as best as he could and ask her what had happened.
"I don't really know the details, I just know that you lost control of the car you were driving and you crashed. You were pretty bad the whole night, Joey, but I'm so glad that you're awake now." She smiled reassuringly at him and kissed his cheek. "You'll be fine now, though. We'll be here the whole time with you." Without hesitating, she caressed his cheek gently, noticing that he was tired, and smiled at him. "I'll be here, I won't leave you alone." Joey shook his head slightly as best as he could, not wanting to fall asleep. He had never been hospitalized, and who knew what could happen while he was asleep. Phoebe smiled slightly when she realized that he was scared of falling asleep. "Joe, I'll be right here. I'll stay with you the whole time, ok? I'll be right here when you wake up."
Joey smiled slightly as best as he could and, trying to talk, made some noises that actually meant "Promise.?"
Phoebe grinned slightly and nodded, squeezing his hand gently and reassuringly. She placed her head next to his very gently on the pillow and Joey, grateful for that, moved his head close to hers and closed his eyes before falling asleep in no time. When Phoebe saw that he was asleep, she stayed there next to him with her eyes closed as well; not wanting to move. She was happy for being there next to him. For a while she watched him sleep, glad that he was finally out of the coma, but when she remembered that she needed to inform the doctor, she called the doctor with the button.
In a less than a minute, Dr. Reynolds walked inside and, glad to hear that he had woken up, started to check on him and how he was. Phoebe turned to Dr. Reynolds after looking at Joey. "How is he?"
Dr. Reynolds smiled at her. "He's doing a lot better than last night. He's not in great shape, but he'll get better."
"So he's not in danger anymore?"
The doctor smiled as he nodded. "Yes, but he'll have to stay here in the hospital for a few days. Just to see that his concussion doesn't cause any other complications, but we'll take him to another room in less than an hour; that way he can be more comfortable."
Phoebe smiled and thanked him. When the doctor left, she smiled at Joey before kissing his forehead gently and setting her head back down where it had been.
All usual disclaimers apply
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"Mr. Bing? Mr. Geller?"
Ross and Chandler looked towards the doctor almost immediately and let the girls hug each other before going to him. "He's not gone, is he? He's ok, right?"
"Mr. Tribianni had a respiratory arrest, and."
"How is he?!"
"He's stable again, but he won't be allowed any other visitors for the night. I suggest you go home and rest, th-."
Phoebe shook her head. "No, we're not leaving. We're going to wait until he wakes up."
The doctor turned to the rest, but when they all nodded in agreement, he shook his head. "I don't recommend that. There's no way of knowing when he'll wake up."
Chandler was going to say that he was going to stay as well, but when he turned to Monica and saw how exhausted she was, he thought twice about it. Joey was already in bad condition; he didn't want Monica to be in a hospital bed as well. And then the baby. When the doctor left them alone again, he turned to her and kissed her lips lightly. "Sweetheart, I think it'll be better if you went home and rest. For both you and the baby. Rach, Pheebs, you two should go rest too."
Ross nodded in agreement. "Yeah, Chandler and I'll stay here and call you if anything comes up."
Both Rachel and Phoebe were going to say no, that they were going to stay there as well, but when they saw Monica they knew that they needed to take her home so she could rest. After thinking about it, both of them nodded. Phoebe hugged the guys. "Call at any time, ok? For anything; *anything* that comes up."
When they nodded and they said their good-byes, the girls went back to Monica's apartment. As they were about to open the door, though, and saw Joey's door, neither one of them had the strength to fight back their tears and they hugged each other out there in the hall. It was starting to get really late, though, so they went inside. Phoebe and Rachel tucked in Monica before they all decided to lie down on the bed together. Before they knew it, they fell back asleep.
At around seven in the morning, Phoebe woke up with a start and looked around; the memory of what had happened the night before slowly coming back to her. As she looked around, she noticed that Rachel and Monica were still asleep, so she got up and wrote them a note that she was going to head out and she'll see them later. Without wasting any time, she went to the hospital, yet the traffic made the cab go slower. When she got there and saw both Ross and Chandler asleep on a chair of the waiting room, she sighed and debated on whether or not to wake them up. Thinking about it, she went to them and shook their shoulders gently. "Guys, wake up."
Both Ross and Chandler woke up immediately and sat up quickly. "What? . Phoebe, what are you doing here? Wh. What time is it?"
"A few minutes before eight. Why don't you guys go home and sleep for a while?"
Chandler shook his head and rubbed his eyes. "No, I'd rather stay."
"How's Joey? Any change? Is he any better?"
Ross sighed and stood up, putting his hands in his pockets. "The doctor said that he was making little improvement, but that not enough to bring him out of danger. They let us see him, though. He's. He looks exactly the same. He doesn't react at all."
Phoebe sighed. "You guys should still go home. I'll stay here." When she saw that they were going to say no, shakes her head. "Guys, you have to go home and rest, too. You can just come in a little while."
Nodding, Ross sighed. "Yeah, I guess you're right. I want to check on Emma and Rachel before going to work for a little while. I'll be back ass soon as I can, though, ok?"
Chandler nodded slightly. "Yeah, and I want to go see how Monica's doing. Did she sleep ok, Pheebs?"
Phoebe nodded and hugged them before she waved the guys good-bye. She went to see if she could go in and, when she was allowed to, she walked in quietly to the small room where Joey was. She moved a chair next to his bed before sitting down and taking his hand. "Hi, Joey. Yeah, we're back. Did you sleep ok?" She stayed silent, watching him. After a short while, she kissed his cheek before caressing the top of his hand gently; careful of the abrasions that were on his hands and fingers. "You should wake up really soon, Joey. We're really worried about you." She stayed silent, not knowing how to say what she wanted to say next. She wanted to tell him that she was extremely worried about him. That she wanted him to wake up because, lately, she was starting to have feelings towards him that were more than friendly feelings.
That she might even love him.
When she was about to tell him all of that, she suddenly felt how Joey's fingers twitched slightly as she held his hand. At that, she sat up straighter and stared down at his fingers. Had she been dreaming it? She was awake, wasn't she? In a low whisper, she leaned closer to him. "Joey.? D. Did you move your fingers?" She looked at his face before looking down at his hand; waiting for him to move his fingers at least a little. When he didn't, she sighed; frustrated with her self that she had believed that he was waking up. "Joseph Francis."
At that, a small and low agonized groan was heard, and one of Joey's fingers moved very slightly; looking as if it had merely twitched. He frowned slightly and tried to talk, but the artificial respirator that he was hooked onto didn't allow him to. Phoebe sat up straight, tears once more perking up in her eyes. "Joey?"
Very slowly, Joey's eyes started to open. When they caught sight of the light that was on, they flinched, making Joey groan painfully. He looked around the room with his eyes only, disorientated. What had happened? How come he was on a bed, and so many beeps and machines were around him? As he turned to Phoebe, he started feeling the pain heighten quickly and starting to spread throughout his body. He tried to talk, to ask her what had happened, but it was until then that he realized that there was a tube in his mouth that was helping him breathe and he couldn't talk.
Phoebe, noticing that he was going to talk, shook her head and leaned closer to him as she put her index finger on his lips as best as she could. "Shh, no talking. I'm so glad that you're awake, Joey.! We were so worried about you."
Joey had always been able to express himself with just the facial expressions that he used. And, since he couldn't talk, he tried to squeeze her hand as best as he could and ask her what had happened.
"I don't really know the details, I just know that you lost control of the car you were driving and you crashed. You were pretty bad the whole night, Joey, but I'm so glad that you're awake now." She smiled reassuringly at him and kissed his cheek. "You'll be fine now, though. We'll be here the whole time with you." Without hesitating, she caressed his cheek gently, noticing that he was tired, and smiled at him. "I'll be here, I won't leave you alone." Joey shook his head slightly as best as he could, not wanting to fall asleep. He had never been hospitalized, and who knew what could happen while he was asleep. Phoebe smiled slightly when she realized that he was scared of falling asleep. "Joe, I'll be right here. I'll stay with you the whole time, ok? I'll be right here when you wake up."
Joey smiled slightly as best as he could and, trying to talk, made some noises that actually meant "Promise.?"
Phoebe grinned slightly and nodded, squeezing his hand gently and reassuringly. She placed her head next to his very gently on the pillow and Joey, grateful for that, moved his head close to hers and closed his eyes before falling asleep in no time. When Phoebe saw that he was asleep, she stayed there next to him with her eyes closed as well; not wanting to move. She was happy for being there next to him. For a while she watched him sleep, glad that he was finally out of the coma, but when she remembered that she needed to inform the doctor, she called the doctor with the button.
In a less than a minute, Dr. Reynolds walked inside and, glad to hear that he had woken up, started to check on him and how he was. Phoebe turned to Dr. Reynolds after looking at Joey. "How is he?"
Dr. Reynolds smiled at her. "He's doing a lot better than last night. He's not in great shape, but he'll get better."
"So he's not in danger anymore?"
The doctor smiled as he nodded. "Yes, but he'll have to stay here in the hospital for a few days. Just to see that his concussion doesn't cause any other complications, but we'll take him to another room in less than an hour; that way he can be more comfortable."
Phoebe smiled and thanked him. When the doctor left, she smiled at Joey before kissing his forehead gently and setting her head back down where it had been.