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"What's going on?" Chandler jumped up from his seat when machines all around him began going on.

"Sir, we need you to leave," the nurse said leading him gently out of Monica's room.

"What's happening?" Ross and Rachel ran up beside him.

"I don't know! All of a sudden everything sort of went crazy. They won't tell me anything!" Rachel reached out and grasped his hand. Leaning forward, she placed her head on his shoulders in a hug.

"It'll be okay. She'll be okay."

"You keep saying that! How do you know? How do you know that she'll be okay? I don't know that! I don't know anything!" He slumped down into the seat outside her room and covered his face with his hands. "I just want her." Exchanging a look with Ross, Rachel slipped down to sit next to him.

"We know, Chandler, we love her too. You're not the only one whose losing her," Ross yelled at him running a hand through his hair and walking away from the two sitting closely together on the bench.

"Should I go after him?" Chandler asked looking up at her with glistening tears in his eyes.

"No, he needs some time by himself. He's right though, Chandler, we're all in the same boat."

"No, I love her."

"And so do I! Not like you do, but I've known her since I was three, Chandler, she's my best friend, and Ross's sister.....we all love her. "

"But...." Throwing a glance back at the window where the doctors were trying to save his wife, he shrugged helplessly. "She's everything to me. She's my wife, but she's.....I love her more than life. I would do anything for her, and I've failed her. I failed to protect her!" Rachel shook her head vehemently.

"No, you couldn't have stopped that car."

"I was going too fast."

"So?"

"Maybe we would have just missed him if I'd been going the speed limit." Rachel could finally understand the extent of his guilt. He had been driving, he had been speeding, if only's were running through his head. If only he had been going a little slower....if only she had been driving.

"You can't think like that....if you were speeding faster you might have missed him too, it wasn't your fault.....he ran the red light. It was his fault. And you couldn't have known."

"But I....but I....it's not....it's....." Chandler's voice trailed off as he buried his head in his hands and twisted his wedding ring around his finger. She had to be okay. The same thing kept repeating through his head. If she wasn't okay....he couldn't live.....he couldn't live without her. It was simply an impossibility. The door opened to her room and Chandler jumped to his feet.

"What's happening? Is she okay? What's going on with my wife?" He nearly attacked the nurse standing walking out.

"Calm down, sir. We've stabilized her again, and you can go in and see her now."

"What happened?" Rachel asked standing up next to him.

"Her heart rate dropped a little, but she's fine now." Fine. She was fine? Chandler wanted to throw something hard at this woman. How was she fine? She wasn't fine! She was dying. How was that fine? Running a hand through his hair, he managed to squelch the urge to punch the nurse and nodded. The faster she left, the faster that he could get in to see Monica. He practically sprinted next to her side and took hold of her hand.

"Monica? Are you in there? Can you hear me? I need you to wake up now. It's been long enough. I get it. I need you, I can't live without you. Okay, lesson learned, wake up. Please wake up. I love you, I can't wait to have children with you. I can't wait to have little girls that have your eyes and your smile, I want to see your smile, please smile. Please smile for me." And with that he dropped his head down onto her bed repeating the same thing over and over again. Please smile for me. Please.





Monica could hear his voice, but she couldn't see him. And she couldn't get to him. No matter what, she just couldn't get to him.

"Chandler?" She tried to speak but no sound came out.

"Please smile," his voice told her. "I want to see you smile for me." What was he talking about? Why was it so dark? Why couldn't she see anything? She couldn't see Chandler, and she couldn't see where she was.

"Chandler?" She tried again, but it was useless. She couldn't remember a time when she had been so frightened. And in so much pain. She ached all over. It was sharp pains that would subside to just a dull pain, but it was there. Constantly there.

"I want to go home," she whispered to herself. "I just want to go home." The dark. Why did it have to be dark? She hated the dark. A memory of Ross teasing her about the dark when she was little popped into her mind. Always had hated the dark, even when she was little. Being alone in the dark was even worse. She hated being alone in the dark.

"How is she?" Different voice this time. Ross. Her brother!

"Ross!" No sound again. All she wanted was Chandler. She wanted him to take her in his arms and hold her. But Chandler couldn't hear her. Her entire body felt heavy, and her eyelids felt like there were ten ton weights on top. No matter what she couldn't open those eyes. Trying to move a single finger used up all of her energy, and she just gave up. Just simply gave up. So instead, she just laid there listening to their voices, trying desperately to open her eyes.






Chandler held her hand through that night. When he woke up the next morning in the uncomfortable chair, his back hurt, but his hand was still tightly wrapped around hers.

"Come on, Mon," it was begging now. Pleading with her to wake up, pleading with God, although he had never been an extraordinarily religious person, pleading with someone to make her wake up. Make her be okay.

"How is she this morning?" Rachel asked handing him a cup of coffee which he took gratefully. Chandler shrugged. That's all he could do. She wasn't okay, but she wasn't dead. Her condition lie somewhere in that vast middle area.

"Think she can hear me?" Chandler asked Rachel.

"I think so, yeah. Yeah, she can hear you." Turning around, Rachel pulled up a chair to the bed and sat down next to her best friend.

"Let's try talking to her," Chandler suggested. "Explain to her why she has to wake up."

"That's a good idea," Rachel told him smiling. "You want to go first?"

"No. You can go first."

"Okay," Rachel shifted in her seat and turned her attention to Monica. "Hey Mon. It's me. Listen, we really need for you to wake up because....well, Chandler's dying here," she cringed at her word choice. "Oh God, bad choice of words, huh? I never was good at figuring out the right thing to say. We all miss you Monica. We all want you back. And you should see the state of this room, it's despicable! Dirty floors, unclean sheets.....I thought that would work. I thought that make you wake up ready to clean the entire hospital top to bottom." At this, Chandler gave a small smile and encouraged her to continue. "No? Going to be stubborn, huh? Fine, be that way." Rachel swallowed back a sob and closed her eyes. Jumping up out of her seat, she apologized to Chandler and escaped from the room. He didn't ask her why she was going, and he didn't try to stop her.

"Just me and you now, gorgeous," he said. "I really hope that you're enjoying this little siesta you're having, but I need for you to open your eyes. Or...you know what? We'll start out small, just move a hand for me. No go? How about a finger? It can even be the middle one. In fact, flick me off! Go right ahead! Now is your chance. Better seize it babe, an opportunity to give your husband the bird with no repercussions only happens once in awhile....listen, I just need you. Okay? That's all. I just need you, and if you go....then....what am I left with?" Closing his eyes, he rested his head against the back of the chair. "And Mon...these chairs are horrible, nothing like the Barcalounger. But I'm not leaving, I'm not leaving until you wake up."




Rachel was there with him, Monica could hear her voice mingled with his. And she longed to talk to her best friend and trade gossip and fashion advice. She longed to open her eyes.

"Chandler?" No sound again. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't get her mouth to move and form the words that she was thinking.

"I want to go home," she thought it again. Home. Her home. The purple apartment that Chandler complained over and over again was too feminine.

"What did you think would happen when you moved in with a girl?" She had teased. He was talking about a chair now. Why was he talking about a chair? Where were they? And most importantly, why couldn't she open her eyes?

"Chandler," she was fighting her own mouth now, demanding that it open and speak his name. "Chandler." Maybe if she thought it hard enough than it would work. So that's what she tried. She thought about Chandler, and her friends. She thought about the future she had seen, without her, and the future that she wanted. Kids, a little girl and a little boy. Daniel and Natalie, she had always liked the name Natalie. Then she thought about the past, and her promise to herself that she would have a husband who loved her more than life itself, and she had that. If only she could say his damn name.

"Chandler," again no luck, but she focused her thoughts. Their wedding, and their friends, and Emma. Her little niece Emma. And Chandler. Long and hard, she thought about Chandler.

"Chandler," and this time it worked. It was soft, and she still was fighting to open her heavy eyelids, but she had said his name.





The sound came so distant that he thought he hadn't heard it at all. So quiet that he thought that maybe he had imagined it completely. But there it was again. His eyes flew open and he squeezed her hand.

"Monica?"

"Chandler?" It was soft, but it was there. Her eyelids fluttered open and the blue eyes blinked in confusion.

"Monica? Oh God, Mon? Thank God. Honey, hold on let me go get the doctor." Weakly she nodded and licked her dry lips. "Please don't go back to sleep, honey. Just hold on one minute." He jumped up out of his chair so quickly that he got caught up in it and both him and the chair tumbled over. She would have laughed if she had enough energy to do so, but as it was, she simply smiled at him.

"Chandler, take your time."

"Right, I'll be right back." After righting the chair again, he bounded from the room and out into the hall.




"I'm so sorry Monica," Chandler said after the doctor had left the room. Chandler couldn't take his eyes off of her. Couldn't tear his sight away from her blue eyes.

"For what?" She asked.

"For the accident...."

"It wasn't your fault."

"But....I almost lost you....and...."

"Listen, I saw the future without me and it sucked okay, so I wasn't going anywhere without a fight. You had nothing to worry about."Taking his hand she held it tightly.

"You saw the future?"

"I dreamt it," she explained. "And you were married, and you had a son, but you were....."

"Miserable?" He finished for her.

"Not exactly, but you weren't exactly happy either. And I saw myself, when I was little and I told myself then that I would have a prince of a husband who opened doors for me and pulled out my chair and loved me more than anything else, and was just the perfect man. And you know what?"

"Hmm?" He was intoxicated by the sound of her voice. He could have sat there for hours simply listening to her.

"I got him. Maybe not perfect....a little too sarcastic, but for all intents and purposes, I got exactly what I wanted." Chandler dropped a kiss onto her forehead.

"So did I," he told her softly. "Now you should get some sleep. But remember to wake up in the morning." Grinning, she nodded.

"Will do."

"Mon?" He had to know one more thing before she drifted off to sleep.

"Hmm?"

"Who was I married to?"

"What?"

"In the future, in your dream, who was I married to? I can't imagine marrying anyone else."

"Well, you married Rachel, because you got her knocked up." Satisfied with the look on Chandler's face, Monica closed her eyes and fell asleep.

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