It was just 15 minutes after the accident, when things began to look fatal. Monica was still loosing blood and her pulse rate was fading. It didn't help that the hospital was jam-packed so there were hardly any rooms left, and the corridors had so many people in them you couldn't get many more down there. It was a nightmare. Especially for Chandler. His eyes were bloodshot and full of tears and he'd never been more stressed. Chandler had been trying to keep up with the doctors as they wheeled Monica off looking for a spare room But it was taking so long just to find a place, that the doctors were beginning to doubt Monica's survival. "No spare beds in this ward, Dr Wittemans." A nurse told as she noticed them waltz by. "Oh god everywhere's packed. Look do you know where any spare beds are?!" Dr Wittemans groaned anxiously. "No sorry." The nurse replied, being not really interested. "Where's she gonna go if there are no rooms?" Chandler questioned. "Well we're just gonna have to wait until there is aren't we?" Dr Wittemans snapped obviously just as frustrated. "But she'll be dead by then! Monica'll lose too much fucking blood by that time!!" Chandler yelled slamming his fist against a wall. "Look we're trying as hard as we can okay?! If there's no ward with space then we'll have to do whatever we can to keep her alive whilst we wait. Dr. Williams has already supplied all the blood we can get." Dr. Wittemans explained. "No but that's not all we've got on our hands. There are other injuries which could kill her. I just wish this god damn hospital was fit to serve everyone." Chandler complained. "We're not going to give up on her, sir. Our team will do whatever it takes to keep her alive. Just believe we can do that and it'll be so much better." Dr Williams suggested studying Monica's heartbeat on the monitor. "Dr Wittemans, the rates gone down by 11 beats." "Hey! We have a free room!" some nurse announced opening the door to it. "Oh thank god." Chandler muttered with a sigh of relief. He watched from the corner as Monica was laid on the little hospital bed. Her little figure looked hopeless for surviving; every part of her was covered in blood and more was pouring out of her. Monica was so innocent, she didn't deserve this. She was the most wonderful person Chandler had ever met and her life was fading away before his eyes. "Oh god, Monica please don't let go, just don't leave me. I can't even imagine a day without your cute smile, your pretty face, and your kind heart. Just stay with me Mon, don't give up." Chandler thought. There was so much yelling from all the doctors and nurses on what was happening. "Someone get me the Blood circuit and another breathing mask!" Dr. Wittemans called out. "You got it." One of the 3 nurses replied as they hurried off. "What's the heart beat rate?" Dr. Williams asked. "Err. shit it's gone down by 25! Get a life-support machine in!" Dr Wittemans announced. "There's one on it's way." Someone replied. "We've got a broken leg, 2 fractured arms, bruised rib cage and an increasing blood-loss! Is that goddamn blood circuit in here yet?!" Dr. Williams yelled. "Come on people! She's gonna die!" "What?" Chandler gasped hugely taken back. "Look sir, maybe I should take you outside. It's getting too crowded in here." A nurse suggested gesturing he followed her. "You're losing her aren't you?!" Chandler repeated. "Come on, we need you to leave this room." She ignored him, as they finally were both outside. "Would you answer my question?" Chandler snapped, as he fell back onto the creaky grey couch. "We don't know anything yet, I'm afraid." She replied. "Would you like me to get you a cup of coffee?" "Yeah sure." Chandler said covering his face with his hands. "I'll be right back." She explained jogging off to the cafeteria. He just burst into tears. Chandler knew perfectly well what was happening. Monica was dying and the nurse just didn't want to admit it. It was too obvious. But Chandler just was in total shock . He couldn't believe it, everything had just happened so quickly. And what made it worse, if Monica was to die, Chandler wouldn't be able to ever tell her how sorry he was. She'd die thinking that Chandler hated her; which he didn't. She meant the world to him. Monica couldn't die. Chandler wasn't gonna let death get in the way. Suddenly Chandler heard crying. Gazing up his eyes met a tall, blond haired girl crying her eyes out. She was dressed as if she'd stepped right out of the 60s. As she came closer she plopped down on the couch opposite. "Hi." Chandler spoke quietly. "Are you okay?" "Does it look like I'm okay?!" she snapped trying to control her tears. "Sorry." Chandler replied a little hurt. "Oh no, I'm sorry, I shouldn't be so mean. Look I'm just in the middle of a family crisis here and you know, I'm where I am. Just don't listen to me if I snap again, I don't mean it." She explained wiping her eyes. "Well I'm Chandler." Chandler introduced. "I'm Phoebe." Phoebe announced smiling a little through her sadness. "I hope you don't mind me asking but erm, what's happened? You know, being at the hospital and stuff." Phoebe prompted. "I erm.well it's my girlfriend. Her name's Monica Geller. She got hit by a car." Chandler explained starting to cry again. "Oh god, I'm so sorry. I wish there was something I could do." Phoebe softly replied. "Yeah well, it's all my fault. You'd understand if you understood what had caused everything." Chandler added on. "What's your story?" "My Mom tried to kill herself, and the doctors said. they said it doesn't look like she's gonna make it." Phoebe declared beginning to cry herself. "Well I hope she'll be okay, Phoebe." Chandler said. "Me too." Phoebe chirped staring at the floor. "So tell me about your girlfriend. Is she pretty?" "She's the most beautiful girl I've ever known. Her hair is dark and so soft, and she has the cutest little smile. Just getting a quick glimpse of her smile makes me feel bright. And I love her eyes. They're this amazing emerald blue, and there's this little twinkle in them, just like a star. Everything about her is perfect to me. She's so kind and understanding and I adore her. I couldn't face a day without her, I'd just wake up every day and then realise, she's gone." Chandler explained. "I'd die without her." "Wow. You guys must really love each other." Phoebe suggested as she flicked through a magazine on the table in front of her. "I don't love her." Chandler snapped back. "What? But your horoscope says you do." Phoebe announced flapping the magazine around. "See? As Winter draws to the end you suffer a loss from your most loved. Even though a huge crisis has turned its ugly head, don't lose your love for this person. It's a very special bond of the heart which is rarely given out as a gift to those who truly love one another." "That's crazy, Phoebe. I don't love Monica, not yet." Chandler demanded feeling very strange. "Well your horoscope says so and it sounds like it to me. Look let's try the tarot cards, eh?" Phoebe requested fetching in a pocket. "Okay, I'm shuffling them.there we are. Now I'm gonna whisper my little charm over them you know to keep their spell healthy. And done. Now I want you to say 'How do I think of Monica Geller' then take 1 card." "Oh for god's sake-" "Do it!" "Okay, okay! 'How do I think of Monica Geller.'" Chandler recited. "Take a card." Phoebe ordered. "But don't turn it over." "Fine." Chandler replied snatching a card. "Now when I count to 5 turn it over. 1,2,3,4,5." Phoebe narrated. Chandler glanced down at the card. Love. "Aha! I knew it! You love her!" Phoebe giggled in a childish voice. "Look I don't, Phoebe I don't love her." Chandler cried chucking the card at her. "These cards aren't true!" "They so are!" Phoebe replied. "Oh god, I've forgotten to call Mon's parents I'll be right back." Chandler exclaimed trying hard to change the subject. As he got up a million screaming thoughts smashed into him. Did he love Monica? Did he? He couldn't love her, it was way too soon. "Just get the god damn love shit off your mind, Chandler. You've gotta focus now, okay? Its Monica's parents you've gotta explain to about everything. It's gonna be a very terrifying phone call. Just get with it." Chandler thought heading round the corner to the payphone. After paying, Chandler dialled the number. He felt sick. He was gonna struggle with the next 5 minutes; well it could be more. For a start they'd be furious at Chandler for loads of reasons, leaving Mon, causing her depression, the accident and so on. Then of course the whole love thing. Chandler was horrified of anything to do with love. But did he love Monica? "Hello?" called out Judy's voice. "Hi it's Chandler." Chandler introduced. "Oh it's you. I suppose you're wanting Monica? Well forget it, she doesn't exactly want to speak to you. Do you know what you've put Monica through?! Do you?! Depression! Every day she's crying whenever I see her, which isn't very often because she never leaves her room. She never eats, drinks, she hasn't been to school, and. Monica's tried to commit suicide. All thanks to you, you little-" "No Judy wait." "Don't you dare call me that! Address me as Mrs Geller thank you very much!" she snapped. "Now look what do you want?!" "Mrs Geller, it's really serious. Just please let me speak." Chandler pleaded heating up. "Well hurry up." Judy groaned sighing. "It's about Monica. she has, she." Chandler stuttered trying to control his tears. "Monica was hit down by a car. She's in the hospital and in intensive care." Before anything, Chandler heard Judy slam the phone down. She probably didn't believe him. All he hoped was that they would come to the hospital, or Monica would be devastated if they didn't. "Mr Bing? I have some news." The nurse from earlier on cried, as she walked towards him. "You do? Is it good?" Chandler burst out. "Well yes and no." she replied. "What's happened?" Chandler asked full of fear. "Miss Geller has been rushed into theatre for an operation. We've been able to stop the outside bleeding but, there's an eternal one as well. In the operation we are going to find it and stitch up the wound. Hopefully this should keep her stable and over time she will gain consciousness. But until the operation is over we don't know anything for sure." She explained. "Oh and here's your coffee." "Thanks." Chandler replied with a sigh of relief. "So what are Monica's chances?" "About 50-50." "Oh god. So it's like she either lives or dies? There's nothing else you can do?" Chandler questioned worriedly. "I'm afraid not. The operation's about 7 hours so until then." She announced heading off. So that was it. She either died or she didn't. Chandler couldn't believe what he was hearing. Monica the most precious person in his whole life, had a half chance of living. There was nothing he could do except wait till the end of the operation. "You okay Chandler?" Phoebe's voice asked from behind. "Monica's only got a 50-50 chance and it doesn't look good." Chandler explained as Phoebe wiped away his tears with the back of her hand. "I know, I heard. God, you don't know how sorry I am for you, Chandler." Phoebe replied. "The only thing you can do, is just believe she'll be okay." "Really?" Chandler questioned. "Yeah. It worked for me when my grandma was in hospital. She got better and then came out of here. Now I've gotta do the same for my Mom. I just say in my head 'She will be okay' over and over. And, I feel much better." Phoebe told. "I promise it works." "Thanks, Pheebs." Chandler thanked. He stared at her for a moment. She had the most beautiful face; soft, pale skin, rosy cheeks, perfect glossy lips, and her eyes, they were like crystals, so beautiful. The air around him grew intense and Chandler suddenly felt hot. Then Chandler realised what was happening. But, before he could stop anything he watched as Phoebe leant in and their lips met.

"Phoebe!" yelled a voice. She tore her face away from Chandler's lips to look up. "Ursula? What do you want?" Phoebe cried. "You have a twin?" Chandler asked trying to avoid that guilt pain. "Duh! Of course!" Phoebe replied as Ursula came up to her. "Mom's gone into a coma! She's in a coma!!" Ursula sobbed. "Oh my god!" Phoebe gasped starting to cry too. "Come quick!" Ursula ordered dragging Phoebe off. He stared as they pelted off. Chandler had kissed Phoebe. He'd betrayed Monica miserably. Chandler couldn't believe it, they'd kissed. The whole memory of it was making Chandler feel sick. The guilt was so bitter in him, it physically ached. And then he really felt like he was gonna throw up. Chandler rushed to the nearest bathroom and crashed down by a basin. He was burning up. "Oh god, Chandler, just get with it." Chandler thought miserably to himself. "How could I kiss Phoebe? What was I thinking?! I'm such a bastard, I mean I can't believe it. I've betrayed Monica, my poor, little sweetheart who's dying, I've betrayed her." He splashed water onto his face, to cool him down. The water mixed with his tears as they fell down his cheek. He'd never felt so terrible in his whole life. Nothing was worse than this, and what was really sad, was that he had break Monica's heart at on stage. Chandler would have to tell Monica eventually, that's if she didn't die.

Chandler suddenly woke up. He was on a couch in an empty hallway, except for a few doors with windows shut out by blinds. Had yesterday just been a dream? Had it? Was Monica okay and had never gone to the hospital? He didn't know. "Please make yesterday a dream. Please make it have never happened." Chandler pleaded in his mind as he sat up. There didn't seem to be anyone around. The whole corridor was silent and not a soul to be seen. Maybe he should go and open one of the doors? What was behind them? He didn't know. But maybe Chandler should take a peek. He slowly stood up. Everything was real enough to be true. Then, he took one step after the other towards the nearest door. He gathered all the courage he had and placed his hand on the doorknob. It was freezing. He turned it and the door flung open.

"Mr. Bing? Mr. Bing?" Chandler felt his eyes gently open. It was just a dream. Yet, he was on the same couch, in the same corridor. "Mr. Bing we have some news." "Hmm?" Chandler mumbled as he sat up. There before him was Dr. Wittemans. "Mr. Bing, we have some news about Miss Geller." Dr. Wittemans announced flipping through the paper on his clipboard. "You do?" Chandler asked feeling anxious. "Yes, Mr. Bing." He replied. "Well as a result, Miss Geller has survived the operation which was successful." Chandler felt a sigh of relief fly through him. Monica was okay. He couldn't believe it. "But we're not out of the woods yet. Miss Geller is still in a serious condition which could be fatal. There are chances of a stroke, heart failure or a coma in the shadows. But, things are looking bright for Miss Geller if she continues to stay in the condition she's in now. Of course Miss Geller is unconscious and will remain that way for some time." "When can I see her?" Chandler questioned. "Right now if you wish." Dr. Wittemans clarified. "Thank you." Chandler said. He tip-toed over to the door. Everything was like it was in his dream. Placing his hand on the doorknob he flinched since it was so cold. It was kinda scaring him now. He then turned it and the door flung open. "Monica." Chandler gasped as he saw her weak and fragile body. It was as if he'd stepped into icy water; everything made him feel so guilty just seeing Monica in the condition she was in. Her skin was pale, and there was blood dried on it; there were bruises all along Monica's arms and legs and amongst them were a few cuts. She was hooked up to the machines and had a mask over her mouth and nose. But what hurt Chandler most, was that Monica had the most saddest, upset expression on her innocent face. He felt his body begin to tremble as he fell back into the chair next to the bed. "Oh my god Monica, what have I done to you?" Chandler whispered crying, as he took her limp hand. If only Chandler could tell her how sorry he was, how much he just wanted to feel her soft lips against his, it was all too painful. Just knowing there's still a great chance of that never happening, it was enough to kill Chandler. "Don't leave me, Mon, don't you ever go. I can't live without you. I need you to exist Monica, or else I just couldn't live with myself." Chandler whispered as he sobbed. The tears were falling faster than they ever had done in his life. He'd done this to her, it was all his fault. All he wanted to do was show Monica how sorry he was. He gazed at her longingly.

Even though Monica was in a terrible condition, she still was beautiful. She was too irresistible to stare at; Chandler was desperate to hold her, kiss her, he so badly wanted her touch. Chandler stroked her hair. It was so soft and it calmed Chandler's mind.

Maybe this was as close as Chandler was ever gonna get to Monica, if she didn't make it.

His lips brushed against hers desperately. Monica's lips were so soft and delicate, it was as if she was kissing him back.

Chandler let his mind run free at this moment. All he wanted was for Monica to wake up and they could be together again.

"I-I love you Monica." Chandler announced. He was stunned at what had come out of his mouth. He loved her. But, Chandler couldn't love Monica, not this soon. He took some deep breaths, closed his eyes and thought. There was a very simple way to calm it over the whole I-love-you shit. "Okay, I can do this. There's no need to panic its no big deal. Just face it, I love Monica and that's a good thing right? Yes that's good. I should love Monica, I mean she's the greatest person I've ever met." Chandler wondered. It was a great thing, after all Monica would be so happy to see that Chandler did love her. That's if Monica survived. Chandler suddenly felt his heart soften and then he relaxed. He was ok with it. He really was. "If you wake up, Mon, I promise to love you and treat you however you want forever. I swear." Chandler whispered with tears in his eyes, as he kissed her forehead.