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She was aware that someone had screamed, but it took her a minute to realize that it had been her. She was in so much pain. So much pain.
"Hold on honey," it was an older woman who was next to her holding her hand. "The ambulance is coming. Just hold on. What's your name sweetheart?" Monica was grateful to not be alone, but it wasn't this woman that she wanted next to her, it was Chandler. God, Chandler. Someone had to call Chandler.
"Monica...Monica Geller," she managed to choke out. She grasped the woman's hand and managed to get out one more thing. "Could you call Chandler Bing? And tell him that I love him?" She felt herself slipping away. And she was completely aware of the excruciating pain throughout her body.
"Honey, honey, you're going to be just fine," the woman kept repeating to Monica. She pushed a strand of Monica's hair out of her face. "Just fine." The paramedics got there and took Monica away and the woman was left in the middle of the street with her words ringing in her head. Call Chandler Bing. Tell him that I love him. It wasn't a phone call that she particularly wanted to make. But she pulled out her phone and dialed information.
"A Chandler Bing?" She asked and the operator connected her.
"Hello?" It was a man's voice that answered.
"Hi, is this Chandler Bing?"
"Yes? Can I help you?" The woman took a deep breath.
"I was walking down the street when I saw a woman get hit by a car. A hit and run. I ran over to her and I stayed with her until the paramedics came. I held her hand." Chandler's heartbeat quickened. What did that have to do with anything? And his mind immediately jumped to Monica. Monica. No, she was fine. She had to be fine. He had....he had just gotten her. There was no way that fate was this cruel. He couldn't lose her this quickly. "She told me her name and told me to call you to tell you something."
"God no," he didn't even realize he had said it until she apologized. "Monica?"
"I'm sorry. They took her to Beth Israel," the woman explained.
"What did....what was the message?" He asked as he pulled on his shoes and coat.
"She just wanted to tell you....she said....Could you call Chandler Bing? And tell him that I love him?" His heart broke. No. No. No.
"Thank you, thank you very much," Chandler managed to get out. "Thank you for holding her hand. Thank you for calling me. I'm sorry, I missed your name?"
"It's Beth dear, and she's going to be fine." This was a lie. Beth knew that she wouldn't be. There was too much blood. Too much blood for her to be okay. But she wanted to know. Now she was attached to this woman. This woman who loved this man. And this poor man who would lose her.
He didn't think of anything but her. He was a mess getting to the hospital. He would have to call their friends. He would have to call her brother. He had to make sure she was okay first before he did any of that. She had to be. She was. She was fine. She would be sitting up in a bed with maybe a small bandage on her head from minor stitches. She would be laughing. They would be lying in bed later that night together again. And then tomorrow, they would joke about the incident. And she'd offer again. Offer to make him whatever he wanted for breakfast.
"Don't go anywhere," he would tell her. It was his fault. Why hadn't he picked something that she already had in the kitchen? It was all his fault.
"Monica....Monica Geller. She was hit by a car?" The nurse nodded and told him that she would look her up. He pulled out his phone and called Ross's knowing that Rachel would be there, and they could call Joey and Phoebe for him.
"Hello?" It was Rachel. He had been right.
"Rach...um, it's Chandler."
"Chandler? What's the matter? You sound upset?"
"It's Monica."
"What did Richard do now?" She asked.
"Nothing....she was....um...she was hit by a car." The wall of tears that he been trying to hold back finally spilled out and he began to weep openly in the middle of the waiting room.
"What? Chandler where are you? Is she okay? We'll be right there."
"Beth Israel. Could you call the other two for me?"
"Okay, hang on honey, we'll be there as soon as we can."
"Ms. Geller is still in the trauma room, they'll be taking her up to surgery as soon as she is stabilized. You can take a seat right over there and the doctor will be out in a few minutes to talk to you." Chandler nodded and ran a hand through his hair.
She would be just fine. He had to keep repeating it to himself.
She would be just fine.
"Monica!" Richard screamed and dove forward to try to grab her hand and catch her, but it was too late. She tumbled backwards and lay motionless at the bottom of the stairs. "Oh God, Monica. Oh God. Be okay. Please be okay." He ran back into his apartment and grabbed his phone and ran down the stairs to her. She was laying in an unnatural position and he didn't want to move her in case she had hurt her neck. "Monica?" She didn't stir, he felt for a pulse and found a faint one. He quickly dialed 911 and told them to hurry.
"Monica. Please be okay. Please be okay," he kept repeating it to her. Be okay. Please be okay. The paramedics arrived a few minutes later and they moved her onto the stretcher.
"Would you like to ride in the ambulance with her?" The paramedic asked Richard.
"If that's okay," he nodded. Despite the fact that he knew that if she had a choice, he would not be the one that she would have there next to her, he figured that it was better to at least have someone. And he wanted to stay next to her. Make sure that she was okay. Make sure that she was still alive and breathing and okay. He would have to call her parents, and her brother, and their friends. The hardest phone call would be the last one, he knew this.
"Sir, what is her name?"
"Monica Geller. Is she going to be okay?" The paramedic didn't answer.
"We're going to do our best," was the only reply that Richard got.
Chandler paced in his living room waiting for Monica to get back. How had it gone? Had she forgiven him? Was his chance with her gone? He was desperate for her to come back. Her to come back single. The phone's shrill ring interrupted his thoughts.
"Hello?" He answered.
"Chandler?" He recognized the voice immediately. Richard. But why was Richard calling him? What had happened? Monica? What had happened to Monica? That would be the only reason that Chandler could see Richard calling him for.
"Where's Monica?" He asked right away.
"She's at the hospital. Beth Israel. She fell down the stairs. She was....she was laying in at a weird angle Chandler....she was....oh God. You better come down here."
"How did she fall down the stairs Richard?" Chandler asked. His legs felt numb, and he felt as if he couldn't possibly get enough air to breathe.
"She was leaving and I called her name, and she spun around and she...she lost her balance. I tried to catch her, but it was too late. I was too late. It's my fault. It's all my fault." Yes, Chandler wanted to scream into the phone. Yes it is. Why did she go over there? Why hadn't she stayed there with him? She would be okay now. She would be safe.
"I'm on my way," Chandler said. He hung up the phone and sighed, running a hand through his hair. He grabbed his coat and walked over to Monica and Rachel's apartment and walked in. She would be okay. She would be okay, he kept repeating to himself. She would be just fine. Just fine.
"Rachel?" He called out. She came out into the living room.
"Chandler? What's the matter?"
"It's Monica. She went over to talk to Richard and she was leaving, and apparently he called out her name and she turned and lost her balance and she fell down some stairs Rach."
"She's okay though right? A broken leg? Right Chandler?" She was practically pleading with him to make it okay. And he wished that was the answer. He wished that he could say, Yes, Rachel, all she did was break a leg.
"I don't think so. Come on, grab a coat. Let's go and see how she is." He tried to be positive. For both himself and Rachel. "We'll call the others on the way." She nodded and took his hand and they walked down the stairs together. Neither let go because they didn't know what would happen if they let go.
She would be okay.
She had to be.
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