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Part Thirteen
Five days later, Monica was sitting with Alana in Chandler' s hospital room when his doctor entered.
"Well, Mr. Bing," he said cheerfully, "It looks like you're ready to go home pretty soon. As long as you come back here next week for a checkup. Then we should be all set."
Chandler raised his eyebrows, "Well...that's kind of a problem. See, me and my daughter, we live in Chicago."
The doctor frowned, "Well, is there anyone you can stay with? Does your fiancée live here?" he asked.
Chandler glanced at Monica, an amused expression on his face, but Monica answered quickly before Chandler had a chance to say anything, "Yes, yes, I live here. They can stay with me."
The doctor smiled and left. "So," Chandler said, turning to Monica, smiling, "We're engaged, are we?"
Monica glared at him playfully, "Watch it, Bing. I only said that to get me in here."
Chandler smiled, "Sure you did..." Monica smiled at his reaction to what had just happened. That open, easy banter, the playful jokes..it was as if they were friends again. Alana noticed it too, and for a few seconds she felt a sense of hope. Maybe, just maybe, Monica was considering Chandler again. After all, hadn't she invited them to stay with her?
The next day, Chandler and Alana moved into Monica's apartment, for the next week, anyway. Monica, being her usual self, was fussing over Chandler, insisting that she sleep on the couch so Alana could take her room and Chandler could have plenty of space in the guest room. Chandler refused at first, but he finally gave in. But it only heightened his suspicions..after all, Monica had stayed with him the in hospital, and offered them a place to stay. Was it possible, at all, that she might want another chance with him?
He decided he had to find out, and he seized his opportunity that night after Alana had gone to sleep. "Monica," he said quietly as she sat on the couch reading a magazine, "I, uh, well, I just wanted to say thank you for letting us stay here...and for staying with me in the hospital. It, well, it meant a lot to me. And what meant more was that you did it even though we weren't on the best of terms before I went into the hospital."
"Chandler.." Monica said softly, "Did you think I was going to let my best friend, who'd just been shot, go back to a hotel room where only his daughter could care for him? I'm not that horrible a person."
Chandler was quiet for a few seconds, "I'm still your best friend?" he whispered.
Monica hadn't even realized she'd used those words. "Well," she began, flustered, "I guess-you used to, I mean..." finally she lowered her head, "I don't know," she whispered.
"Mon.." Chandler began, "I think it's time we talked."
"Yeah," she nodded, "It is."
"Monica..." Chandler said, "Look, I need-I need an answer. And not just for my sake. For Alana's too. I'm not expecting to you to say yes, because well, what I did was pretty awful. But I need a definite, because I can't let my daughter get her hopes up for something that may never happen."
"Chandler," Monica began, "Let me talk for a second, and don't interrupt, okay?" he nodded and she continued, "Look, you have to understand what it's been like for me all these years. I watched you go off with somebody else...and I hated you for it, but at the same time, I saw why. I saw that you were scared and because I understood, even, I never stopped loving you. But then when you came back, I just wasn't sure. And I guess I was just so scared to let you in again, because you might hurt me again. But then Alana called and you'd been shot..and all I could think about, Chandler, was whether or not I was going to get to tell you this. As horrible as your injury was Chandler, it helped me make my decision. My final decision."
Three weeks after they returned from New York, Alana Bing sat at her computer, typing out what she realized would be her last message to Monica.
Dear Monica...
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Part Thirteen
Five days later, Monica was sitting with Alana in Chandler' s hospital room when his doctor entered.
"Well, Mr. Bing," he said cheerfully, "It looks like you're ready to go home pretty soon. As long as you come back here next week for a checkup. Then we should be all set."
Chandler raised his eyebrows, "Well...that's kind of a problem. See, me and my daughter, we live in Chicago."
The doctor frowned, "Well, is there anyone you can stay with? Does your fiancée live here?" he asked.
Chandler glanced at Monica, an amused expression on his face, but Monica answered quickly before Chandler had a chance to say anything, "Yes, yes, I live here. They can stay with me."
The doctor smiled and left. "So," Chandler said, turning to Monica, smiling, "We're engaged, are we?"
Monica glared at him playfully, "Watch it, Bing. I only said that to get me in here."
Chandler smiled, "Sure you did..." Monica smiled at his reaction to what had just happened. That open, easy banter, the playful jokes..it was as if they were friends again. Alana noticed it too, and for a few seconds she felt a sense of hope. Maybe, just maybe, Monica was considering Chandler again. After all, hadn't she invited them to stay with her?
The next day, Chandler and Alana moved into Monica's apartment, for the next week, anyway. Monica, being her usual self, was fussing over Chandler, insisting that she sleep on the couch so Alana could take her room and Chandler could have plenty of space in the guest room. Chandler refused at first, but he finally gave in. But it only heightened his suspicions..after all, Monica had stayed with him the in hospital, and offered them a place to stay. Was it possible, at all, that she might want another chance with him?
He decided he had to find out, and he seized his opportunity that night after Alana had gone to sleep. "Monica," he said quietly as she sat on the couch reading a magazine, "I, uh, well, I just wanted to say thank you for letting us stay here...and for staying with me in the hospital. It, well, it meant a lot to me. And what meant more was that you did it even though we weren't on the best of terms before I went into the hospital."
"Chandler.." Monica said softly, "Did you think I was going to let my best friend, who'd just been shot, go back to a hotel room where only his daughter could care for him? I'm not that horrible a person."
Chandler was quiet for a few seconds, "I'm still your best friend?" he whispered.
Monica hadn't even realized she'd used those words. "Well," she began, flustered, "I guess-you used to, I mean..." finally she lowered her head, "I don't know," she whispered.
"Mon.." Chandler began, "I think it's time we talked."
"Yeah," she nodded, "It is."
"Monica..." Chandler said, "Look, I need-I need an answer. And not just for my sake. For Alana's too. I'm not expecting to you to say yes, because well, what I did was pretty awful. But I need a definite, because I can't let my daughter get her hopes up for something that may never happen."
"Chandler," Monica began, "Let me talk for a second, and don't interrupt, okay?" he nodded and she continued, "Look, you have to understand what it's been like for me all these years. I watched you go off with somebody else...and I hated you for it, but at the same time, I saw why. I saw that you were scared and because I understood, even, I never stopped loving you. But then when you came back, I just wasn't sure. And I guess I was just so scared to let you in again, because you might hurt me again. But then Alana called and you'd been shot..and all I could think about, Chandler, was whether or not I was going to get to tell you this. As horrible as your injury was Chandler, it helped me make my decision. My final decision."
Three weeks after they returned from New York, Alana Bing sat at her computer, typing out what she realized would be her last message to Monica.
Dear Monica...
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