Hello all! Thanks so much for reviewing, and kindly do it again! Thanks! Anyway, here is the next part and I finally used the song! Yay! Well, at least part of it, haha, it's by Train. And enjoy!

Disclaimer: The characters and sadly the song are not mine, but I'm borrowing them and I promise to return them all in the condition that I found them.

This ain't about the things I've done

Where I've been or what I've won

Stand on your corner a thousand times

Lose what I got

Keep what I find

            Chandler felt Monica's forehead worriedly. Her temperature had skyrocketed in the past few hours, and now he literally flinched when he touched her forehead. Sighing, he walked back out into the living room where the rest of their friends were all sitting around. Joey was in one of the chairs, and Ross and Rachel were curled up on the other. Phoebe walked in the door at the same time as Chandler. She had just gone over to the girls' apartment to cleanse the aura.

            "How is she?" Ross asked when Chandler came in.

            "Still really warm. I think we should take her to the hospital," he said. Once he said this, everyone nodded, sat silently for a minute, and then burst into action, Rachel ran over to their apartment and she and Phoebe packed a bag, Ross went to go call a cab, Chandler went to his bedroom to gather her in his arms, and Joey went and made a sandwich.

            "Chandler?" Monica woke as Chandler wrapped her in a blanket and very easily picked her up.

            "Shush, honey, it's okay, we're taking you to the hospital, okay? You're burning up," he said softly. He came back into the living room where Rachel and Phoebe stood holding a bag, and Joey was wrapping his sandwich to go.

            "You don't know how long we're going to be there!" He argued when Rachel asked him why he had made the sandwich.

            "Ross has the cab waiting," Phoebe told him. Chandler nodded and they walked down the stairs and Chandler, Monica, and Rachel got into the first cab and the other three said that they would meet them there. Chandler held her tightly. What a day. She gets sick, comes home to find that her boyfriend is cheating on her, and now they have to take her to the hospital. The stress of the afternoon couldn't have been good on her. She sat leaning up against him and he could feel the heat from her skin through his sweater. Rachel had one of her hands in her own and no one said anything for the entire length of the ride. Once inside, the doctors took Monica back, and Chandler and Rachel sat in the uncomfortable waiting room chairs.

            Which was where the other three found them when they burst in.

            "Where's Mon?"

            "Is she okay?"

            "What did they say?" They all talked at once and Rachel finally held her hand up and they shut up.

            "One at  a time please," she said. "Ross?"       

            "Aw, why does he get to go first?" Joey whined. "My question was so much better than his. It's just cause you're sleeping with him!" Rachel ignored him and turned expectantly to Ross.

            "What did they say?" He asked taking her hand.

            "They haven't come out to talk to us yet," Chandler said sighing. He glanced back at the hallway where they had taken her. He blamed Richard. Mainly because it was easy to blame on him and mostly because he hated him right now. He hated him for hurting her, and adding stress when she was already sick. He absolutely hated him.

            "Are you here for Monica Geller?" The doctor asked the group sitting on the chairs. They all jumped to their feet at once.

            "Yes, is she okay?" Chandler took the initiative and asked.

            "She's going to be just fine, we broke her fever and put her on an IV to get some fluids into her, and in a few hours you can take her home, but make sure that she gets some rest. She's has a virus, that's all, but she needs to take it easy." Chandler nodded and shook his hand.

            "Can we go see her?"

            "Sure, just be quiet, she's sleeping," the doctor excused himself and Chandler led the way back to the room where Monica was sleeping peacefully. Her face was still flushed, but Chandler was relieved when he placed a hand on her forehead and it wasn't nearly as hot as it had been before. They all sat around, Ross holding one of her hands, and Chandler refusing to let go of the other until he noticed that Phoebe's eyes were drooping, and Rachel was yawning.

            "Why don't you guys go? I'll take her home," he suggested. And while he thought that Ross would argue that he should stay she was his sister, he said nothing of the sort. 

            "That's a good idea," Ross said softly. "Are you sure that you're going to be okay here?"

            "Yeah, go home, no need in all five of us losing sleep tonight. I'll be fine here with her."

            "I'll stay too," Rachel offered. "I'm not going to be able to sleep tonight anyway." Chandler knew that she was lying, but also knew that it meant a lot to be there for Monica. After all, Monica was always there for her and Rachel felt like she never quite repaid her for all the kindness that Monica had showed her initially. It was always her having the crisis and Monica there to fix it, and now she wanted to be there for her best friend. He nodded.

            "Okay," Phoebe relented and she leaned over and placed a kiss on Monica's forehead. "Call me tomorrow."

            "Yeah, me too," Joey said giving Monica's hand a squeeze and kissing her on the cheek. Ross lingered for a moment longer before doing the same, giving Rachel a soft kiss on the lips, and following his friends.

It's about you

It's about you

This is ain't about the things you say

Or how you make me feel this way

            Monica rolled over and opened her eyes. God, her head hurt. She felt like crap, but she forced herself to stand up and walk out into the living room where Chandler was asleep on the couch. Monica peeked in Rachel's room and saw her curled up in a ball on the bed still fast asleep. As quietly as she could, Monica went to herself a cup of tea and was so startled by Chandler's voice that she nearly dropped the empty cup. 

            "Morning," he said from behind her.

            "God Chandler, you scared me!" She admonished.

            "Sorry," he smiled sheepishly. "I didn't mean to."       

            "It's okay," she smiled back. "You didn't have to stay here last night." He shrugged.

            "I wanted to make sure you were okay, speaking of, how are you feeling?"

            "Eh. Could be better."

            "Then go back to bed! I'll make you the tea," he said taking the few steps over to where she stood and turning her towards her bedroom.

            "But!"

            "No buts, go," he laughed as she gave up and walked into her bedroom and gratefully crawled back under the covers. He came in a few minutes later holding the tea.

            "Here you go sweetie," he said as she sat up and took it off of him.

            "Thanks Chandler."

            "No problem."

            "Not just for this. For staying last night, for coming to the hospital. Thank you. I wouldn't have wanted anyone but you." Which was true. She felt comforted by him in a way that she didn't even feel with Richard. He was her safety. He made her feel comfortable and warm. Richard she loved, of course, but it was Chandler who made her laugh. A fact that had recently made her start to think about things.

            But no. She loved Richard. Richard.

            "Like I said," he told her once more. "No problem." He leaned forward and placed a kiss on her cheek. The phone rang out in the living room and he excused himself to get it.

            "Hello?"

            "Chandler?" It was Richard, and he seemed awfully surprised that Chandler was still there at Monica's apartment.

            "Hi."

            "Can I talk to Monica please?"

            "Sure," Chandler sighed and carried in the phone to Monica and pasted a smile on his face. "Richard for you." Speak of the devil, Monica thought taking the phone.

            "Hello? Hi honey, no, I'm feeling a little better. No…it's okay, I'm okay here. I'm sorry that you had to stay in a hotel. Is your apartment done? Oh, okay. So you're just going to stay there for another night?" There was a pause and then she laughed a little. "I love you too." As many times as Chandler had heard her say those words to him it still stung every time. She hung up the phone and then looked up at Chandler.

            "Is he coming by?" Say no, he thought to himself. Chandler didn't really want to see Richard and be reminded of all the things that he had that Chandler didn't.

            "Maybe later," she shrugged. "I think I'm going to take another nap."

            "That's a good idea," Chandler said as he walked out of the room and closed the door behind him. As he glanced around the room something caught his eye. It was near the door, lying in the corner.

            It was a green bra.

            And he was sure that it wasn't Monica's or Rachel's.

Stand on your corner a thousand times

Lose what I got

Keep what I find

It's about you

It's about you

Okay, so the song will be in the next part, and please review once more. Thanks a bunch!