hey every1! thanks for reviewing the last chapter, i was so happy! two of my fav authors (madelyn and monica-bing) reviewed it, and i was thrilled! so thanks to them and also to every1 else (if your a writer who also reviewed it, im sure your a great writer too, i just havent read ur fics!) who reviewed! please review this......it may seem like it's over, but it's not! so please enjoy and review!

disclaimer: not mine, nor is the song.

Part Ten

Monica was awakened in the middle of the night by the shrill ringing of her telephone. Grumbling, she reached for the phone by her bedside, wondering who on earth would be telephoning her at one o'clock in the morning. "Hello?" she said gruffly.

"Monica? Monica Bing?" Monica winced at the mention of "Bing", but responded.

"Yes, this is she. Who's this?"

"This is Zack, Zack Ryder, from your husband Chandler's office. We met once or twice, I think."

"Yes, I rememeber," Monica said tiredly, "Why are you calling, Zack?"

"Well, I went over to Chandler's apartment tonight to drop off some papers. I knocked, but there was no answer. The door was unlocked, so I went in. I was just going to drop off the papers, but when I went in, I found Chandler in the middle of the living room, unconscious."

Monica sucked in her breath, "What's wrong with him? Is he sick? Did someone hurt him?"

Zack took a deep breath, "Monica, there was an open pill bottle next to him, empty. He tried to commit suicide."

Monica's every thought was hanging on one word-tried. "Tried?" she whispered.

"He's still alive," Zack said hopefully, "I called 911, and I'm at the hospital right now. I know you're pregnant, so I'd like to come get you, but I thought I'd call first so you could be ready."

Monica brushed tears away, "Yes, please, come get me," she whispered, "But first....how is he?"

"To tell you the truth, I haven't heard much," Zack said softly, "They might tell you more. I'll be there in a few minutes."

Monica nodded, numbly, and whispered, "Okay."

Half an hour later, Monica entered the emergency room waiting area, desperate for some kind of news. Though she was still confused and hurt at Chandler's sudden disappearance a month ago, she'd never stopped loving Chandler. Though he hadn't been with her this past month, she'd still taken comfort in the fact that he was on this Earth with her. But if he died.....no, she couldn't take it. Not after Joey. Not ever.

"Please," she begged a nurse, "I'm with Chandler Bing, can you tell me how he is?"

"Are you immediate family?" the nurse questioned.

Monica nodded furiously, "Yes, I'm his wife."

The nurse nodded, "Mr. Bing overdosed on sleeping pills. We were able to get most of it out of his system, but he still hasn't woken up. If he survives tonight, chances are he'll be okay. But the pills did quite a bit of damage to his heart, so you never know. It could go either way."

Monica nodded, scared to death, "Can I please stay with him?" she whispered hopefully.

The nurse nodded and lead her down the corridor. A few seconds later, Monica found herself seated by her husband's bedside, holding his hand. She shook her head sadly at the sight of all the monitors and IV's in the room. "How could you do this to yourself, baby?" she whispered, "How could you?"

She sat for a few more minutes, trying to decide whether she was angry at him or not. She knew, partly, that he wasn't completely to blame. Part of her had known, after Joey's death, that he needed therapy or something, and she hadn't made she he got it. And now that he'd done this......he obviously needed help. "If you wake up, baby," she whispered, "You'll have the best, I promise. It's my fault you got to this point.....if I'd only seen....." she drifted off, her voice choking up, "But if you wake up, I promise, you'll have someone. And we'll talk about this, I promise. Please, Chandler, please wake up. We can start over. I forgive you for leaving me. Please, please wake up so we can start over. I love you so much." With that, she stopped, unable to cry, but unable to keep on speaking. So she just sat, in silence, holding her husband's hand, and praying he wouldn't be joining his best friend, anytime soon.

Monica finally drifted off to sleep, still clutching tightly to Chandler's hand. When she awoke, she discovered it was eight o'clock, and Chandler was still alive. She smiled and whispered, "Honey, you did it. You made the night. Now all you've got to do is wake up. Can you do that for me? Please, Chandler, for me and the baby. If you wake up, we're gonna get you help, and then you can be a daddy, just like you were gonna be.....please Chandler...." she whispered, "Please."

Nothing happened. She sighed, and sat back in her chair, closing her eyes again. She rubbed her belly with her free hand, wondering if her baby really was going to have a daddy. Suddenly, she felt her other hand being squeezed. She froze. "Chandler?" she whispered.

Chandler was opening his eyes. And slowly, as he did, he whispered weakly, "You're really gonna let me be a daddy?"

Monica's eyes filled with tears of joy. "Yeah, baby, I am," she said gently, "I am."

seee.......i didn't kill chandler! very few authors can do that and i just can't! lol, so please review this! again, it may seem like it's over, but it's not, so please keep 'em coming! thnks!