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Chapter 9
Joey rushed down to the hospital right after he
received the phone call. The only thing he could think
about was how much an adjustment this would be....no late
nights, no more waking up with a different woman every
day....and a lot more sacrifice on his part, not only
financially, but physically and emotionally.
When Joey finally reached the hospital, it seemed as
if the doctor was already waiting there for him.
"So...where's the baby?" Joey asked. He was still
afraid to call it "his baby." He could hardly believe
he was a father....well, he was probably a father a few
times but...really a father. A diaper-changing,
homework-reading, bottle-feeding FATHER.
"Surprisingly, he's in the nursery. Ready to come
home. I'll lead you that way now." Dr. Martin led Joey
to the nursery and showed him his new baby boy.
"Did she name him?" Joey asked, hoping she had.
"Drake. She named him Drake but....she gave him no
middle name." Dr. Martin told him.
"Well....I guess that's okay. As long as he...." Joey
drifted off realizing what his son's name was. He
remembered meeting the woman on the set of Days of Our
Lives. Wow, he thought, she must have really cared.
"So, Mr. Tribbiani. Are you ready to be a father?"
************************************
"Mon....sweetie...." Rachel whispered, walking into the
bedroom. Monica lay in the bed awake, her face stained
with tears.
"What...." she said weakly. She hadn't slept for so
long, she could hardly raise her voice over a whisper.
"Ross and I are going to the store to get Emma some
formula....do you want to come?"
"Have you not noticed that I haven't gotten out of
bed for like, ten years now?" Monica snapped.
"Mon....I just thought you could use some fresh-"
"Just go....please....I couldn't take going out in public."
She pulled the covers over her head and sunk down in
the bed.
"Okay....bye..." Rachel hated to leave Monica by
herself...she was afraid she might hurt herself. But
Monica was a responsible woman, she would never do
anything like that. Or would she?
"You ready to go, Rach?" Ross asked, holding Emma in
a carrier.
"Ross.... I don't know if I really want to go anymore.
I'm....kind of worried about Monica."
"Wh-why?" Ross asked. He loved his sister....why was
Rachel worried about her?
"Oh I dunno, because she's lying in the bed depressed
and I don't want her to do anything to herself."
Rachel said. What an idiot, she thought. She wanted to
kick him just then but she refrained.
"Alright....do you want to keep Emma here?" Ross asked,
starting to unstrap the carrier.
"No....maybe you should take her."
"Ok....well I'll see you in a little while." Ross kissed
Rachel on the cheek and left.
Rachel walked in Monica's room and gasped. Monica was
lying on the floor next to the bed, with an empty
bottle of unmarked pills next to her.
"Monica!" She screamed, then fell to her knees beside
her.
Chapter 9
Joey rushed down to the hospital right after he
received the phone call. The only thing he could think
about was how much an adjustment this would be....no late
nights, no more waking up with a different woman every
day....and a lot more sacrifice on his part, not only
financially, but physically and emotionally.
When Joey finally reached the hospital, it seemed as
if the doctor was already waiting there for him.
"So...where's the baby?" Joey asked. He was still
afraid to call it "his baby." He could hardly believe
he was a father....well, he was probably a father a few
times but...really a father. A diaper-changing,
homework-reading, bottle-feeding FATHER.
"Surprisingly, he's in the nursery. Ready to come
home. I'll lead you that way now." Dr. Martin led Joey
to the nursery and showed him his new baby boy.
"Did she name him?" Joey asked, hoping she had.
"Drake. She named him Drake but....she gave him no
middle name." Dr. Martin told him.
"Well....I guess that's okay. As long as he...." Joey
drifted off realizing what his son's name was. He
remembered meeting the woman on the set of Days of Our
Lives. Wow, he thought, she must have really cared.
"So, Mr. Tribbiani. Are you ready to be a father?"
************************************
"Mon....sweetie...." Rachel whispered, walking into the
bedroom. Monica lay in the bed awake, her face stained
with tears.
"What...." she said weakly. She hadn't slept for so
long, she could hardly raise her voice over a whisper.
"Ross and I are going to the store to get Emma some
formula....do you want to come?"
"Have you not noticed that I haven't gotten out of
bed for like, ten years now?" Monica snapped.
"Mon....I just thought you could use some fresh-"
"Just go....please....I couldn't take going out in public."
She pulled the covers over her head and sunk down in
the bed.
"Okay....bye..." Rachel hated to leave Monica by
herself...she was afraid she might hurt herself. But
Monica was a responsible woman, she would never do
anything like that. Or would she?
"You ready to go, Rach?" Ross asked, holding Emma in
a carrier.
"Ross.... I don't know if I really want to go anymore.
I'm....kind of worried about Monica."
"Wh-why?" Ross asked. He loved his sister....why was
Rachel worried about her?
"Oh I dunno, because she's lying in the bed depressed
and I don't want her to do anything to herself."
Rachel said. What an idiot, she thought. She wanted to
kick him just then but she refrained.
"Alright....do you want to keep Emma here?" Ross asked,
starting to unstrap the carrier.
"No....maybe you should take her."
"Ok....well I'll see you in a little while." Ross kissed
Rachel on the cheek and left.
Rachel walked in Monica's room and gasped. Monica was
lying on the floor next to the bed, with an empty
bottle of unmarked pills next to her.
"Monica!" She screamed, then fell to her knees beside
her.