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Part Twelve
"It's weird isn't it?" Alana said quietly as she and Monica sat waiting.
"What?"
"How all those times you just wish-you just wish your dad was out of your life. And then...when you're actually faced with it, it's the last thing you're wishing for."
Monica looked at Alana, and suddenly realized why, for the past few hours she'd been feeling an overwhelming feeling of guilt. All these years, she'd hated-and loved, but hated still, Chandler for leaving her. She'd told him she never wanted to speak to him again, and meant it. But now that she was faced with it, she wished she could take it all back. She understood Alana's feelings perfectly.
They sat there for a few more minutes, Monica contemplating her guilt, Alana doing the same, until finally the doctor came out. "Mr. Bing is out of surgery," he said, but Monica noted the grave expression that marked his face, "But these next few hours are very critical. There's still a chance something could happen. If he survives tonight, chances are he'll be okay."
"Is-is he awake?" Alana asked shakily. The doctor nodded. "Can I see him?"
"Usually we don't allow-"
Monica interrupted the doctor, her voice steely, "This is not a usual case," she said, "You have to let her see her father."
The doctor looked Monica up and down and finally sighed, "I suppose you're right," he said. "You can both go in in a few minutes."
A few minutes later, Monica stood outside the door of Chandler's room. She wasn't quite ready to go in yet, so she'd let Alana go first, giving the excuse that they needed some time alone, as father and daughter. Finally, she took a deep breath and entered Chandler's room.
Chandler was laying down in bed, his shirt off, exposing a large bandage covering a good part of his chest. Around him, monitors beeped incessantly and IV tubes hung in a tangled mess. Tubes coming out of Chandler's nose made his already soft, low voice quite raspy. Monica found it hard to take in the scene and not throw up, but she gathered her strength and crossed to the other side of the bed, where Alana sat, talking quietly to her father. "Dad," she said softly, "look who's here."
Chandler looked up at Monica and Monica instantly saw the painful look his deep blue eyes soften. "You came," he whispered.
"Alana called me," Monica said, shifting her weight uncomfortably.
"And you came," Chandler whispered.
Monica nodded. Though she know knew what her answer for Chandler was, she also knew this wasn't the time or place to tell him. "I came," she said softly. Monica sat down next to Alana and prepared herself for a long night.
The next morning, Monica woke up uncomfortably wedged in the plastic hospital chair. She and Alana had finally fallen asleep some time after Chandler had, but after all, he was the one with the bed. Chandler had wanted Monica to take Alana back to the hotel, but Alana had refused to go, and finally, Chandler, too weak to argue, had given in. Now as Monica looked around the bright room, she noticed something that immediately made the night seem worth it-Chandler was alive, and as she glanced at his heart monitor, she saw his heart was beating strongly.
She didn't have the heart to wake Alana or Chandler, who were still asleep, Alana still clutching tightly to her Daddy's hand. Monica smiled at the sight, and realized just why she was going to tell Chandler what she was going to tell him. A part of her ached to tell him right away, but the better part of her, the less crazy part, told her it wasn't a good idea to admit something so huge to a man who'd just be shot quite close to his heart. But she'd tell him.
"All in good time," Monica whispered softly to herself, "All in good time."
sorry that was short, but im working and stuff so it's hard to find ime to write! so please review, the next chapter may be longer! PLEASE REVIEW!
disclaimer: not mine, never will be
Part Twelve
"It's weird isn't it?" Alana said quietly as she and Monica sat waiting.
"What?"
"How all those times you just wish-you just wish your dad was out of your life. And then...when you're actually faced with it, it's the last thing you're wishing for."
Monica looked at Alana, and suddenly realized why, for the past few hours she'd been feeling an overwhelming feeling of guilt. All these years, she'd hated-and loved, but hated still, Chandler for leaving her. She'd told him she never wanted to speak to him again, and meant it. But now that she was faced with it, she wished she could take it all back. She understood Alana's feelings perfectly.
They sat there for a few more minutes, Monica contemplating her guilt, Alana doing the same, until finally the doctor came out. "Mr. Bing is out of surgery," he said, but Monica noted the grave expression that marked his face, "But these next few hours are very critical. There's still a chance something could happen. If he survives tonight, chances are he'll be okay."
"Is-is he awake?" Alana asked shakily. The doctor nodded. "Can I see him?"
"Usually we don't allow-"
Monica interrupted the doctor, her voice steely, "This is not a usual case," she said, "You have to let her see her father."
The doctor looked Monica up and down and finally sighed, "I suppose you're right," he said. "You can both go in in a few minutes."
A few minutes later, Monica stood outside the door of Chandler's room. She wasn't quite ready to go in yet, so she'd let Alana go first, giving the excuse that they needed some time alone, as father and daughter. Finally, she took a deep breath and entered Chandler's room.
Chandler was laying down in bed, his shirt off, exposing a large bandage covering a good part of his chest. Around him, monitors beeped incessantly and IV tubes hung in a tangled mess. Tubes coming out of Chandler's nose made his already soft, low voice quite raspy. Monica found it hard to take in the scene and not throw up, but she gathered her strength and crossed to the other side of the bed, where Alana sat, talking quietly to her father. "Dad," she said softly, "look who's here."
Chandler looked up at Monica and Monica instantly saw the painful look his deep blue eyes soften. "You came," he whispered.
"Alana called me," Monica said, shifting her weight uncomfortably.
"And you came," Chandler whispered.
Monica nodded. Though she know knew what her answer for Chandler was, she also knew this wasn't the time or place to tell him. "I came," she said softly. Monica sat down next to Alana and prepared herself for a long night.
The next morning, Monica woke up uncomfortably wedged in the plastic hospital chair. She and Alana had finally fallen asleep some time after Chandler had, but after all, he was the one with the bed. Chandler had wanted Monica to take Alana back to the hotel, but Alana had refused to go, and finally, Chandler, too weak to argue, had given in. Now as Monica looked around the bright room, she noticed something that immediately made the night seem worth it-Chandler was alive, and as she glanced at his heart monitor, she saw his heart was beating strongly.
She didn't have the heart to wake Alana or Chandler, who were still asleep, Alana still clutching tightly to her Daddy's hand. Monica smiled at the sight, and realized just why she was going to tell Chandler what she was going to tell him. A part of her ached to tell him right away, but the better part of her, the less crazy part, told her it wasn't a good idea to admit something so huge to a man who'd just be shot quite close to his heart. But she'd tell him.
"All in good time," Monica whispered softly to herself, "All in good time."
sorry that was short, but im working and stuff so it's hard to find ime to write! so please review, the next chapter may be longer! PLEASE REVIEW!
