~Thanks so much for reviewing! Here's the second chapter. Please review again! Please? Please? The song will be in the next part I think. But I will only write another chapter if you really want me to. So review! Thanks!
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"Monica?" It was surprisingly not Richard standing above her looking at her with a worried expression on his face. It was Chandler.
"Chandler?" She tried to sit up, but he put a strong hand on her shoulder to keep her from getting up.
"Are you okay?" He asked.
"Where am I?"
"You're in the hospital honey," he said softly. "You passed out on the sidewalk. Someone called an ambulance and they called your apartment, but Richard had to go to work, and so he asked me to come by and check on you." Chandler couldn't tell her how his heart skipped a beat when Richard came pounding on his door. He couldn't tell her how he nearly stopped breathing when Richard told him that she was in the hospital. When Richard came running to his apartment and his breath caught in his throat.
"Chandler?! Chandler?! Are you in here?" Chandler opened the door and was surprised to see Richard standing there without Monica.
"What's the matter? Where's Mon?"
"She's in the hospital," Richard said breathlessly. What? Hospital? Was she okay? What was wrong? A million questions circled through his head.
"What happened? Is she okay?"
"I don't know, they said that someone saw her pass out on the sidewalk outside the subway station and they found her wallet and called her number. But listen, I can't go I have to go into work. They said that it isn't serious, she just is really sick. Could you go and check on her for me?" Did he even need to ask? Of course Chandler would go check on her for him. He loved that he was the one that would be going to the hospital for her and not Richard.
It wasn't a secret to anyone but Monica that Chandler was in love with her. Everyone else saw it in his eyes when he looked at her, even Richard could see it in his eyes when he looked at her. But not Monica. She was completely oblivious to the fact. And that was why it killed Richard to send Chandler instead of him. However, he had been in the middle of….something when the phone rang and had to take care of that before he could get to the hospital.
"Yes sure, Beth Israel?"
"Yes, thanks Chandler. Tell her that I'm going to get there as soon as I can and I love her," Richard smiled at Chandler and slipped back into Monica and Rachel's apartment. Chandler grabbed his jacket and his keys and hurried out of the apartment.
And now he was standing, holding her hand in the emergency room.
"How do you feel?" He asked her gently.
"Um…I've felt better. What happened?"
"The doctor said that you just have a nasty virus and that you need to just take it easy for a few days, but he said that I can take you home and you'll be fine," Chandler said. He had called Rachel and told her that Monica was sick and at that time he didn't really know anything, and she promised to call the others and tell them. He called a second time and she told him that she would take care of Monica that night. Just as they were getting ready to leave, Richard burst into the room and went over to Monica and gave her a kiss.
"Are you okay? Oh, Mon, when they called, I just…I was so scared." Right, Chandler wanted to say, then why didn't you skip work? Why didn't you come down here to see her right away? Chandler would have dropped anything if she was in trouble. Granted, at the time, he was just watching television having taken the day off, but even if he was doing something important, he would have stopped. She was that important.
She was more important than anything else.
She wasn't sure how long she had been lying there crying. An hour maybe? An hour and a half? Chandler had told her to go lay down once he had assured her that Richard and all of his stuff and reminders were out of her apartment. Added to the crying, she felt terrible. At many points, she had felt dizzy and lightheaded, but she didn't want for Chandler to pity her any more than he already was. She heard the apartment door open and her roommate's voice.
"Chandler? Have you seen Monica?" Rachel asked. He must have motioned to his bedroom door because Monica heard her ask next, "Why is she in there?"
"She wasn't feeling well so she was sent home from work. When she got home…" It still killed him. That Richard could do that to her. In her own apartment for God's sake! "Richard was in bed with another woman." Rachel gasped.
"Bastard," she muttered.
"I know," Chandler said running a hand through his hair. "It took all that I had when I went over there on her order's to kick him out that I didn't do more than that. I should have ripped him limb from limb." Richard was already packing when Chandler had walked into the apartment.
"She said to get out," Chandler said trying very hard to keep his voice even and his temper in check.
"I figured," Richard said pulling on his coat. "Could you tell her that I'm sorry and that I love her?"
"Whatever that means," Chandler retorted. "Get out. How could you? She didn't deserve it! She deserves so much better than that!"
"I know," Richard nodded. "I know." He looked up at Chandler. This was the man that he had been the most worried about. Joey was a flirt, but Joey had been harmless. It was Chandler who he had seen watching Monica. It was Chandler who made her laugh. It was Chandler who she ran to if she had a problem. It was Chandler who he had always feared would become more than a friend to her. He knew that Chandler wanted her to be more than a friend. Where she stood, he could never guess exactly. He knew that she loved him, he had never doubted that, but there had always been that little nagging voice in the back of his head. Did she love Chandler too? What was their relationship exactly? They were always hugging and touching.
"Please just get out," Chandler said opening the door feeling his anger rise.
"You know that just because I'm gone doesn't mean that she'll come running to you right? She doesn't love you Chandler," he hissed. If he was going down ,then he was taking Chandler's esteem down with him.
"You asshole," Chandler said as he punched him in the face. That felt good. That felt really good. His hand hurt now, but he felt great. Richard clutched his nose as blood began to pour out. "Now get out." And Richard grabbed his suitcase and pushed past Chandler still holding his bloody nose. Chandler then walked back into his apartment and gathered Monica in his arms. She felt very warm to his touch. Placing a hand on her forehead, he was shocked to see how hot it was.
"Is he gone?" She asked softly. Chandler felt his hand throb with pain.
"Yeah sweetie, he's gone, why don't you go lie down? You feel really warm." Monica didn't have the strength to argue like she usually did that she was fine, instead she just nodded and walked into Chandler's bedroom shutting the door behind her.
Rachel looked up from the couch when Monica, Richard, and Chandler walked in.
"Are you okay? How are you feeling? Do you need anything? Can I get you anything? Should she go lay down?" Rachel asked jumping to her feet.
"One question at a time," Chandler said laughing.
"I'm okay, I'm feeling pretty crappy, I don't need anything except sleep, no you can't get me anything, I should go lie down, which is what I'm going to go do now," Monica answered. Rachel nodded and hurried over to her and placed an arm around her.
"I've got it now Richard," Rachel said. "Maybe you should stay somewhere else tonight."
"That's okay," Richard said. "I want to stay here."
"No," Monica interrupted. "I don't want you to catch what I have. You should go stay somewhere else."
"Are you sure?" Richard asked.
"Positive," Monica assured him. A flash of anger crossed his face, and then was gone in an instant.
"Okay, let me get you all settled though," he said.
"We can do that," Chandler cut in.
"No, it's the least I can do," Richard said through his teeth. The way that Chandler was acting, you would have thought that it was his girlfriend. He led Monica away from her best friends and into her bedroom, he glanced around quickly to make sure that he had cleaned up from his earlier…activities. He spotted a green bra that he knew wasn't Monica's in the corner and made a mental note to grab it.
"Thanks honey," Monica said leaning up and giving him a kiss. She climbed into bed and he pulled the covers up to her chin and started gathering all his things, including the green bra.
"You're welcome, feel better," he whispered kissing the top of her head and stuffing the bra down into his bag. Rachel and Chandler watched as he walked out, and as soon as the door closed behind him, they hurried into Monica's bedroom.
"You okay sweetie? We're out here if you need us," Rachel said running a hand over Monica's head.
"Both of us," Chandler told her. "Anything you need. We're not going anywhere." He gave her a kiss on the top of her head and they left her to rest as they sat in the living room.
He promised he wasn't going anywhere.
And he wouldn't. He would sit there all night for her if he had to.
~Okay. That's chapter two. But I will only continue if people really like it, so you must review people! Okay, I'm done being mean, thanks again for reviewing. Later alligators.~
