A.N- Thank you for all the reviews! ^_^ They're very appreciated. And, it's a short chapter (sorry about that) but I'll put up the next chapter tomorrow. :D

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As Joey slept, the only thing that he could think of and see was darkness. There were no dreams of any kind, but he didn't really care. He felt drained of any energy that he had, and the medicine that the nurses were probably injecting in him was making him sleep. He was extremely glad for that, because he wanted to sleep. As he fell into a deeper sleep, though, he remembered that he needed to be filming. That he needed to be there, not in a hospital room and half unconscious.

He tried to start waking up, but suddenly a dream started in his mind. He was driving towards where the cabin where he was staying while he was filming, but it was extremely hard to drive through the road that was covered with ice. Suddenly, the steering wheel seemed to move on its own, and the car swerved into a different direction and out of the road until it crashed onto a tree.

At the suddenness of the dream and how he even seemed to feel the crash one more time, Joey woke up with a start and a small gasp. His brow was covered in cold sweat, and he could feel how his whole body was trembling. Phoebe, who had been asleep on a chair next to his bed since Joey had fallen asleep just a few minutes ago, woke up at the gasp and turned to him, wide eyed. "Joey?" When she saw how he was and how startled he looked, she frowned in concern and moved closer to him. "Joey, what's wrong?"

Joey tried to talk and was surprised to find out that now he could, yet his voice sounded hoarse and almost like a whisper. "N- Nothing, it was just a nightmare.." When he tried to swallow, he was even more surprised to feel the roughness of his throat and how he could barely swallow. It hurt a lot, so he winced and tried to scratch his throat. It was until then that he fully realized that he was actually hurt; that he hadn't just been unconscious. His left wrist was hooked onto the IV, while the right wrist was in the brace. Sighing, he looked at his right hand and looked at Phoebe. "Good thing I didn't break it.... I wouldn't be able to fill out the crossword puzzles from the back of the magazines."

Phoebe smiled slightly and leaned back against the chair she was sitting on. "Or use your crutches properly.."

"... My what?"

She took a short while to answer, not sure how to tell him. But, not knowing what other way to say it, she sighed. "You.sort of broke your leg."

Joey frowned slightly. "'Sort of'?"

"Ok, it was really broken, Joey. I'm sorry.."

Joey's frown went away and it was replaced by a look filled with worry; but not about his leg. "What? No, no, Pheebs. My leg can't be broken. I- I have to get back to filming, remember? My- My movie, remember? Ph- Phoebe.."

Phoebe went to him and hugged him. "I'm so sorry, Joey. I know how much this meant to you."

Joey hugged her back with one arm, but staring off at nothing. How could all that be happening? How could he lose his movie role when he had just gotten it? How.? This was supposed to be the role that would get other directors to sign him to their movies. This was supposed to be his most important job, and now.

Phoebe knew that he was taking it hard, and that he was upset about this whole thing. To be honest, she didn't blame him. She hugged him gently before pulling back slightly and about to tell him something, but Joey was asleep again. Sighing slightly, she stood up and went out to the hall to make a call to the guys and tell them that he was awake now. She had been about to do it earlier, but she had fallen asleep on the chair.

When the door closed, Joey opened his eyes before looking up at the ceiling. He had just wanted to be alone, but he didn't know just how to tell Phoebe that since she was helping a lot. But now no one could help him. All his plans had floated away, and he wasn't sure when he was going to get them back.