Hiya, this chapter is very long and explains what's happening, but the ending is not boring even if the rest of the chapter is. It just explains everything so I can continue without dragging it out and leaving you confused. This is all Joey and Monicas POV's but it will be Chandler's next ok? (sorry Tina lol)

'Do you want anything man?' I asked. Chandler shook his head and continued to stare at the TV, watching nothing as it wasn't even on. I frowned, Monica hadn't told me what was wrong exactly, just said not to leave him alone and not to ask him what was wrong. I went over to the kitchen to try and busy myself with something, it was uncomfortable sitting in silence and I was nervous.

I knew something was wrong with Chandler, it was clear when he tried to kill himself and afterwards didn't even seem to notice how it affected everyone, as if he had a valid reason to do it.

'I'm sorry.' Came out of the silence suddenly. I turned around and saw Chandler standing by the couch.

'For what?' I asked confused.

'For what I did. Monica told me you were the one that found me after I tried to… well you know.' He said uncomfortably. I nodded and tried to force a smile.

'I know, Monica said something was bothering you, I just want to help.'

'Thanks.' He said. There was a pause before he spoke again. 'I think I'm just going to go to bed, I'm so tired.' That wasn't a lie, his eyes were drooping and he had yawned ten times in the last minute. I nodded and watched as he walked over to the bedroom he shared with Monica.

I sat at the kitchen with a drink in my hand, wondering what was so wrong with my best friend that he felt he had to try and kill himself. Why hadn't he come to speak to me? I know that I may not be the most helpful person at times but there must have been something I could have done.

It was half an hour later when Monica came back home. She smiled at me as she placed a chemists bag on the counter and looked round at Ross, Rachel and Phoebe who had followed her in.

'What's wrong?' Rachel asked. So far Monica, Phoebe and I were the only ones who knew there was something wrong with Chandler. I mean Ross and Rachel knew Chandler had been in hospital but not why. They thought he was ill or something.

'Where's Chandler, Joey?' She asked, ignoring Rachels question. I pointed to the bedroom and watched as she went to join her husband.

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(Monica's POV)

I watched him sleep, looking so innocent now, as apposed to a few hours ago when we were in the psychiatrists office. He hadn't been listening to what the doctor was saying, just stared ahead and let me explain the situation to the doctor.

Schizophrenia. That's what the doctor had said was wrong. Well that was his opinion at least. It would take a few session with just Chandler alone with the doctor, Dr. Gibson, to figure out what exactly was wrong, after all no tow cases of schizophrenia were identical.

'Sleep tight baby.' I whispered and kissed him on the cheek. I shut off the light as I walked back out to the gang waiting in the kitchen.

'What's wrong?' Rachel repeated. I sat down at the table and the others followed suit.

'Chandler's ill.' I told them. I thought it would be best to just be direct. Ross and Rachel gasped, but Joey and Phoebe, already knowing something was wrong, stayed silent and waited for me to continue. 'I took him to a psychiatrist today, after all what's happened.'

'What's happened?' Ross interrupted. I glanced at him and ran off the list.

'He's been having nightmares, been severely depressed, attempted suicide, had hallucinations and heard voices. Dr. Gibson told me that the symptoms sounded like schizophrenia but he cant be entirely sure as there isn't really any specific details. He's given me a prescription for antidepressants and some things that I should be likely to expect.'

'Oh God.' Phoebe breathed. 'Will he be alright?'

'I don't know. Dr Gibson said that he'll try his best but it's never certain in these cases. But usually they do get better.'

'What is schizophrenia?' Joey asked. I frowned and retrieved a sheet from the chemists bag.

'Schizophrenia is the most common for of severe metal illness and is potentially very disabling.' I read from the sheet. 'Men and women are diagnosed with it in equal proportions and people who are diagnosed are usually people in their late twenties, early thirties. One in every 100 people will experience schizophrenia before they reach 45.'

'Whoa.' Joey said. 'How do you know if you've got it? It could just be something else couldn't it?' he sounded desperate and I knew what he meant. Anything else but a mental illness would be enough.

'Here's the symptoms list.' I said and handed it over. The leaflet seemed so casual, as if it were describing loan situations, not my husbands welfare.

'What are the symptoms?

· Depression.

· It is not a split 'Dr Jekell and Mr Hyde' situation and no two people have the same symptoms.

· Some people have single episodes of illness whiles other people have it their whole life

· Sufferers may have false beliefs, like everyone is against them or that you are someone else.

· They may hear voices, see or smell things that aren't there.

· They may believe that people, events or even objects control their feelings.

· They may lack energy and sleep a lot and lose interest in their surroundings.

· They may also act aggressive if they are upset during an episode'

'Aggressive?' Ross asked. 'Has he been aggressive?' Monica hesitated before answering.

'Well… last night he wouldn't let me answer the door, he said during the session at the psychiatrist that he felt then that he didn't want to live our relationship through our friends.' She looked down at her feet. She thought it would be best to leave the part where he raped her between them. besides, it wasn't really rape. After a moment she had given up trying to fight him, feeling that he wasn't himself and there was nothing she could do.

'Monica, do you think you should be left alone with him? What if he does it again?'

'Dr Gibson thought that it might be safer if he went to a institution for a little while.' She admitted. 'But the look on his face. He was practically begging me not to make him go there.'

The others exchanged looks. They couldn't believe this was happening, but still they decided to do their best to help him.

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(Joeys' POV)

I was looking after Chandler that night as Monica needed to see her parents. She said that she was going to tell them that Chandler wasn't well, and she didn't care about what they said.

Chandler was still sleeping in the bedroom and I was watching TV, there was nothing good on though. Half an hour after Monica and the rest of the gang left Chandler came out of the room.

'Hey man. How are you feeling?' I asked him. he smiled at me and walked in to the kitchen.

'Hey what are these?' He asked, spotting the antidepressants.

'Uh Monica said that you should take two every four hours I think.' I told him. he nodded but put the bottle of pills back on the table.

'I think I've had enough with pills for a while.'

'Well… if there's anything I can do to help just say ok?' I said. Chandler smiled and sniffed, as if hiding back tears.

'Thanks man, you've always been so good to me. Helped me through break-ups and relationship problems.'

'Hey Chandler, that's ok.' I said, I wasn't use to emotional conversations.

'But you know what? Some day you're going to find a woman and settle down with her, she's going to steal you away from me, just like Monica stole me away from you.' I got a bit tense as I saw his eyes glaze over. 'But I have a way to fix that.' He said smiling. The smile was frightening, almost not human and definatly not good.

He walked over to the draw and reached inside it, pulling out a gleaming knife.

'If I cant keep you forever… then no-one will.' He whispered.