MONICA & CHANDLER'S HOUSE
Monica wakes up and looks around. "How long have I been sleeping?" she asks herself. She takes a good long stretch and gets out of bed. Putting on some clean clothes and getting ready for Ross and Rachel's arrival she relishes the time she has to herself. It suddenly dawns on her that it is awfully quiet, maybe even too quiet. A little worried, she opens the door and to her relief, hears Chandler and Joey talking downstairs... not wanting to interrupt their conversation, she goes in the other room to check on the babies. 'Our children' she thinks to herself, how she loves the sound of that.
Opening the door she peers in and sees both babies sleeping peacefully. She stands there and stares at them, wanting to hold onto that precious image forever. Not wanting to wake them (she wants them to be in a good mood when her brother and Rach come) she quietly backs out of the room, closes the door, and makes her way downstairs.
She walks into the living room and finds quite the sight. Joey is in the process of chasing the chick and the duck through the living room.
"Come here guys!! Tweet tweet, quack quack, quack.... Oh hey Mon!" Joey smiles brightly.
"What's up Joe?" She asks in an irritated tone. It took one day after they moved before Joey was calling and begging them to let him bring the chick and the duck over 'for a visit' he claimed. He told Chandler he was worried they were getting lonely with only him to look after them. Chandler let him come over yesterday and he hasn't left yet.
"Well, Chandler and I decided to have a race, loser has to clean the bird crap outta the box, and well... it's not going so great... they won't stay put so we can start and now Chandler has left me to take a call. CHANDLER!!! I need ya man!"
"Shhh sh sh sh! Joe I am on the phone!" Chandler hissed.
"Mooooonnnnn????" Joey wined. Monica sighed and helped Joey retrieve the chick and the duck. She was gonna hurt Chandler for this later... she really didn't want the birds here. But looking at Joey and his innocence and love surrounding the birds, she couldn't help but smile. He really did have a good heart.
Right then, Chandler called to Monica from the kitchen, "Uhm, Mon... you need to come in here NOW, something... well something has happened..."
Monica ran into the kitchen to see Chandler, holding the phone in his hands... his face pale, his eyes trying to hold back tears.
"Wha... whats happened?" Monica felt a lump forming in her throat.
"There's... there's been an accident. Uhm, that was Ross... we need to get over to the hospital right away, something has happ...." Chandler couldn't get through his sentence. How could he tell her what has happened, it was all too much. The lump in his throat was getting bigger by the minute and before he knew it, the tears he was trying so hard to hold in... fell.
ST. VINCENT'S HOSPITAL - THE VILLAGE
Monica, Chandler and Joey ran into the hospital, it seemed like it took them forever to get there since they had to drop the babies off at her parents house first. Monica could barely control herself, she could barely see through her tears. Joey was, surprisingly, the most together one of the group. He led them over to administration.
"Can you help us please, we're looking for a Rachel Green... she was brought in not too long ago." The reality hit him then... Rachel was in the hospital... she had been in some sort of accident and it wasn't looking too good. No matter what has happened between them, he still loved her and could not stand the thought of something terrible happening to her. He felt his throat tighten and then a wave of nausea overcame him. "Faster woman, please! We need to get to her!"
Chandler and Monica stood behind Joey. Chandler had a shaking Monica wrapped in his arms. He couldn't believe this was happening; it was all so surreal. He never thought anything horrible would befall their group they had seemed immune to any real tragedy for so long. He fought to stay strong, maybe crack a joke to help Mon? He wanted to but he couldn't, all he could think about was Rachel. She HAD to be ok; she just had to be. How cruel must the universe be to finally allow 'Ross and Rachel' only to have something this horrible happen only a few days later??
Finally, after a lot of typing and searching the woman at the administration desk spoke. "Ms. Green is in surgery right now, her family is in waiting room B on the 5th floor... you can join them there." They were off and running before the woman even finished talking.
FAMILY WAITING ROOM B, 5TH FLOOR, ST. VINCENT'S
Ross paced nervously back and fourth his shirt containing traces of Rachel's blood. He could not believe this was happening. Finally he had the woman he loved only to have her in the hospital... in surgery. The 'what ifs' traveled through his mind even though he tried with all of his might to supress them. He had to think positive... she would make it through this and he would be there for her the MOMENT she awoke.
Phoebe sat in a chair near the door, her eyes red and puffy, looking at the floor. Ross had forgotten she was there and he stopped for a minute to take a good look at her. She looked horrible, her eyes were red and glassy, her hair a mess and her shirt, like his, stained with Rachel's blood. Ross suddenly felt bad for her and sat beside her, putting his arm around her. Neither one of them said a word as they thought about the events of the day. They sat like that for what seemed like forever, their own silent thoughts interrupted when the rest of the gang ran into the room.
Ross stood up and Monica ran into his arms. "Oh my God, Ross, oh my God."
"I know Mon, I know" They stood in this hug for a long time, neither wanting to say anything, neither knowing what to say.
"Hey man... have you heard anything yet?" Chandler asked Ross with a look that could only be described as a mixture of concern and dread.
"No, nothing yet. The doctor said she would be out as soon as the surgery was finished." He looked over and saw Joey had taken his seat next to Phoebe and was sitting in very much the same position he and Phoebe had been sitting in just a few moments earlier.
Monica spoke up quiety, barely being able to get to words out, "Ross... what happened?"
Ross sighed heavily. He knew he would have to answer this, Phoebe hadn't said a word since it happened. He didn't know if he'd be able to get through it but he knew he had to try.
CENTRAL PERK - 4 HOURS EARLIER
"Ross honey will you get me a regular nonfat latte? I am going to run across the street and grab a magazine for the ride."
"Sure thing Rach, Pheebs and I will be right here waiting for you." He watched her as she ran across the street to the vendor. He loved the way her hair glistened in the sun, falling past her shoulders. He sighed a sigh on contentment... he couldn't remember the last time he was this happy.
"I told you... lobsters" smiled Phoebe knowingly. She had decided, with the help of Ross and Rachel, to forget about her feelings from before. It was silly to get all worked up when everything seemed ok. Rachel's mom had called right before they left to say she and Emma were getting along fine. She was a little fussy for her 'mama' but other than that they were having a wonderful time. Still... something deep inside her was screaming. She forgot about that though when she looked up at Ross and saw how he looked at her friend. He was so in love with her and so happy... she was glad they had decided to give things another try. She knew that this time, there would be a happy ending.
"Ah... Pheebs?" She was shaken from her thoughts "What do you want, anything?"
"Oh, no thanks Ross, I'm fine" she replied and he turned back towards Gunther and gave his order, "One regular nonfat latte and a large black coffee please."
Just then they heard screaming coming from outside. People in the coffeehouse crowded in the windows and spilled out onto the street trying to see what was causing the commotion. Someone yelled "Across the street! Oh my God, Is she ok!?" Ross's heart jumped, 'Rachel' he thought. He made his way through the people as fast as he could but there were so many people gathering it was hard to see what was going on.
"RACHEL!!! RACHEL GREEN!!!" he yelled as loud as he could. He couldn't see her; he was getting frantic.
Phoebe was close on his heels, the feeling of dread she had deep inside her rising to the surface... she KNEW something was wrong with Rachel, she could feel it. She didn't want to see it, didn't want to know she had been right.
Ross finally made his way through the crowd and to his horror saw Rachel, his Rachel, laying on the ground, blood pouring from her stomach and chest. Somewhere in the background he heard someone yell 'CALL 911'. Time seemed to stop as he knelt down beside her, he couldn't believe what he was seeing. He pushed his way closer and noticed there was a man putting pressure on her. He explained he was a doctor and told Ross to hold this shirt down on her wound. Phoebe knelt down and took off her sweater and did the same. Ross was in shock, he couldn't think, he yelled at the doctor "What happened to her??? She was fine a few minutes ago... who did this?!?! Oh my god, oh my GOD!!!"
"Calm down and please... Keep pressure on the wound"
"Please just... just tell me what happened" Ross was starting to cry. Looking at her, laying there pale and bleeding and lifeless. Just five minutes ago he was watching her run across the street. All he could see right now was her face in his mind, her beautiful smile, her blue eyes sparkling. What he wouldn't give to see that right now at this very moment. He choked back his sobs and tried to remain as calm as possible.
"It looks like a kid trying to rob the newspaper vendor, got agitated and she was just... in the way. She tried to duck down for cover but he got to her too fast. He hit her hard on the head and proceeded to stab her multiple times. It all happened so fast that no one had any time to really react. A nearby police officer ran after the suspect and I started tending to..."
"Rachel, Rachel Green."
"Yes, to Ms. Green."
"Is she... is she going to be ok?? I mean is she going to live?"
"It's just too soon to tell. Hopefully the paramedics will arrive soon. The faster she gets to the hospital, the better. As long as you both keep pressure on those wounds, that will help... she's losing a lot of blood."
Ross couldn't take it anymore and started sobbing almost uncontrollably. Phoebe was also in tears, neither one of them wanting to believe the scene in front of them. Phoebe was amazed that more people were not trying to help. If it hadn't have been for her and Ross... no one would have been helping this kind doctor who just happened to be in the right place at the right time. Tears pouring down her face, she struggled to regain control and to not completely break down. As upset as she was, she knew Ross was much, MUCH worse and he needed her now. She just didn't know how she was going to help him. She looked at her friend and realized she may never get to talk with her again... her heart was breaking... she didn't want to lose Rachel.
The next few minutes were a blur to Ross. He didn't remember the moment when the paramedics took over and asked him to step aside. He was grateful to the strange doctor who was relaying as much info as he could to the paramedics. He was allowed to ride in the front seat of the ambulance and they were whisked away to the hospital. Phoebe was not allowed into the ambulance but an officer at the scene offered to take her to St. Vincent's.
FAMILY WAITING ROOM B, 5TH FLOOR, ST. VINCENT'S
At this point everyone was crying and in a group hug in the middle of the waiting room. Everyone was praying for the best and holding on to one another for support. Each person in their own thoughts and memories of Rachel.
"Excuse me... I am looking for Ross Geller?" They broke out of their hug and turned to face a doctor.
"Dr. Warner... is Rach, is she ok?" Ross looked at her in anticipation and fear. She had to be ok; she really was his lobster. She was his whole world and she could never, ever be replaced. He braced himself for the worst and hoped for the best.
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A/N: I know, an evil way to end it. Let me know what you think and I'll keep going!! Thanks for the feedback so far!!
Monica wakes up and looks around. "How long have I been sleeping?" she asks herself. She takes a good long stretch and gets out of bed. Putting on some clean clothes and getting ready for Ross and Rachel's arrival she relishes the time she has to herself. It suddenly dawns on her that it is awfully quiet, maybe even too quiet. A little worried, she opens the door and to her relief, hears Chandler and Joey talking downstairs... not wanting to interrupt their conversation, she goes in the other room to check on the babies. 'Our children' she thinks to herself, how she loves the sound of that.
Opening the door she peers in and sees both babies sleeping peacefully. She stands there and stares at them, wanting to hold onto that precious image forever. Not wanting to wake them (she wants them to be in a good mood when her brother and Rach come) she quietly backs out of the room, closes the door, and makes her way downstairs.
She walks into the living room and finds quite the sight. Joey is in the process of chasing the chick and the duck through the living room.
"Come here guys!! Tweet tweet, quack quack, quack.... Oh hey Mon!" Joey smiles brightly.
"What's up Joe?" She asks in an irritated tone. It took one day after they moved before Joey was calling and begging them to let him bring the chick and the duck over 'for a visit' he claimed. He told Chandler he was worried they were getting lonely with only him to look after them. Chandler let him come over yesterday and he hasn't left yet.
"Well, Chandler and I decided to have a race, loser has to clean the bird crap outta the box, and well... it's not going so great... they won't stay put so we can start and now Chandler has left me to take a call. CHANDLER!!! I need ya man!"
"Shhh sh sh sh! Joe I am on the phone!" Chandler hissed.
"Mooooonnnnn????" Joey wined. Monica sighed and helped Joey retrieve the chick and the duck. She was gonna hurt Chandler for this later... she really didn't want the birds here. But looking at Joey and his innocence and love surrounding the birds, she couldn't help but smile. He really did have a good heart.
Right then, Chandler called to Monica from the kitchen, "Uhm, Mon... you need to come in here NOW, something... well something has happened..."
Monica ran into the kitchen to see Chandler, holding the phone in his hands... his face pale, his eyes trying to hold back tears.
"Wha... whats happened?" Monica felt a lump forming in her throat.
"There's... there's been an accident. Uhm, that was Ross... we need to get over to the hospital right away, something has happ...." Chandler couldn't get through his sentence. How could he tell her what has happened, it was all too much. The lump in his throat was getting bigger by the minute and before he knew it, the tears he was trying so hard to hold in... fell.
ST. VINCENT'S HOSPITAL - THE VILLAGE
Monica, Chandler and Joey ran into the hospital, it seemed like it took them forever to get there since they had to drop the babies off at her parents house first. Monica could barely control herself, she could barely see through her tears. Joey was, surprisingly, the most together one of the group. He led them over to administration.
"Can you help us please, we're looking for a Rachel Green... she was brought in not too long ago." The reality hit him then... Rachel was in the hospital... she had been in some sort of accident and it wasn't looking too good. No matter what has happened between them, he still loved her and could not stand the thought of something terrible happening to her. He felt his throat tighten and then a wave of nausea overcame him. "Faster woman, please! We need to get to her!"
Chandler and Monica stood behind Joey. Chandler had a shaking Monica wrapped in his arms. He couldn't believe this was happening; it was all so surreal. He never thought anything horrible would befall their group they had seemed immune to any real tragedy for so long. He fought to stay strong, maybe crack a joke to help Mon? He wanted to but he couldn't, all he could think about was Rachel. She HAD to be ok; she just had to be. How cruel must the universe be to finally allow 'Ross and Rachel' only to have something this horrible happen only a few days later??
Finally, after a lot of typing and searching the woman at the administration desk spoke. "Ms. Green is in surgery right now, her family is in waiting room B on the 5th floor... you can join them there." They were off and running before the woman even finished talking.
FAMILY WAITING ROOM B, 5TH FLOOR, ST. VINCENT'S
Ross paced nervously back and fourth his shirt containing traces of Rachel's blood. He could not believe this was happening. Finally he had the woman he loved only to have her in the hospital... in surgery. The 'what ifs' traveled through his mind even though he tried with all of his might to supress them. He had to think positive... she would make it through this and he would be there for her the MOMENT she awoke.
Phoebe sat in a chair near the door, her eyes red and puffy, looking at the floor. Ross had forgotten she was there and he stopped for a minute to take a good look at her. She looked horrible, her eyes were red and glassy, her hair a mess and her shirt, like his, stained with Rachel's blood. Ross suddenly felt bad for her and sat beside her, putting his arm around her. Neither one of them said a word as they thought about the events of the day. They sat like that for what seemed like forever, their own silent thoughts interrupted when the rest of the gang ran into the room.
Ross stood up and Monica ran into his arms. "Oh my God, Ross, oh my God."
"I know Mon, I know" They stood in this hug for a long time, neither wanting to say anything, neither knowing what to say.
"Hey man... have you heard anything yet?" Chandler asked Ross with a look that could only be described as a mixture of concern and dread.
"No, nothing yet. The doctor said she would be out as soon as the surgery was finished." He looked over and saw Joey had taken his seat next to Phoebe and was sitting in very much the same position he and Phoebe had been sitting in just a few moments earlier.
Monica spoke up quiety, barely being able to get to words out, "Ross... what happened?"
Ross sighed heavily. He knew he would have to answer this, Phoebe hadn't said a word since it happened. He didn't know if he'd be able to get through it but he knew he had to try.
CENTRAL PERK - 4 HOURS EARLIER
"Ross honey will you get me a regular nonfat latte? I am going to run across the street and grab a magazine for the ride."
"Sure thing Rach, Pheebs and I will be right here waiting for you." He watched her as she ran across the street to the vendor. He loved the way her hair glistened in the sun, falling past her shoulders. He sighed a sigh on contentment... he couldn't remember the last time he was this happy.
"I told you... lobsters" smiled Phoebe knowingly. She had decided, with the help of Ross and Rachel, to forget about her feelings from before. It was silly to get all worked up when everything seemed ok. Rachel's mom had called right before they left to say she and Emma were getting along fine. She was a little fussy for her 'mama' but other than that they were having a wonderful time. Still... something deep inside her was screaming. She forgot about that though when she looked up at Ross and saw how he looked at her friend. He was so in love with her and so happy... she was glad they had decided to give things another try. She knew that this time, there would be a happy ending.
"Ah... Pheebs?" She was shaken from her thoughts "What do you want, anything?"
"Oh, no thanks Ross, I'm fine" she replied and he turned back towards Gunther and gave his order, "One regular nonfat latte and a large black coffee please."
Just then they heard screaming coming from outside. People in the coffeehouse crowded in the windows and spilled out onto the street trying to see what was causing the commotion. Someone yelled "Across the street! Oh my God, Is she ok!?" Ross's heart jumped, 'Rachel' he thought. He made his way through the people as fast as he could but there were so many people gathering it was hard to see what was going on.
"RACHEL!!! RACHEL GREEN!!!" he yelled as loud as he could. He couldn't see her; he was getting frantic.
Phoebe was close on his heels, the feeling of dread she had deep inside her rising to the surface... she KNEW something was wrong with Rachel, she could feel it. She didn't want to see it, didn't want to know she had been right.
Ross finally made his way through the crowd and to his horror saw Rachel, his Rachel, laying on the ground, blood pouring from her stomach and chest. Somewhere in the background he heard someone yell 'CALL 911'. Time seemed to stop as he knelt down beside her, he couldn't believe what he was seeing. He pushed his way closer and noticed there was a man putting pressure on her. He explained he was a doctor and told Ross to hold this shirt down on her wound. Phoebe knelt down and took off her sweater and did the same. Ross was in shock, he couldn't think, he yelled at the doctor "What happened to her??? She was fine a few minutes ago... who did this?!?! Oh my god, oh my GOD!!!"
"Calm down and please... Keep pressure on the wound"
"Please just... just tell me what happened" Ross was starting to cry. Looking at her, laying there pale and bleeding and lifeless. Just five minutes ago he was watching her run across the street. All he could see right now was her face in his mind, her beautiful smile, her blue eyes sparkling. What he wouldn't give to see that right now at this very moment. He choked back his sobs and tried to remain as calm as possible.
"It looks like a kid trying to rob the newspaper vendor, got agitated and she was just... in the way. She tried to duck down for cover but he got to her too fast. He hit her hard on the head and proceeded to stab her multiple times. It all happened so fast that no one had any time to really react. A nearby police officer ran after the suspect and I started tending to..."
"Rachel, Rachel Green."
"Yes, to Ms. Green."
"Is she... is she going to be ok?? I mean is she going to live?"
"It's just too soon to tell. Hopefully the paramedics will arrive soon. The faster she gets to the hospital, the better. As long as you both keep pressure on those wounds, that will help... she's losing a lot of blood."
Ross couldn't take it anymore and started sobbing almost uncontrollably. Phoebe was also in tears, neither one of them wanting to believe the scene in front of them. Phoebe was amazed that more people were not trying to help. If it hadn't have been for her and Ross... no one would have been helping this kind doctor who just happened to be in the right place at the right time. Tears pouring down her face, she struggled to regain control and to not completely break down. As upset as she was, she knew Ross was much, MUCH worse and he needed her now. She just didn't know how she was going to help him. She looked at her friend and realized she may never get to talk with her again... her heart was breaking... she didn't want to lose Rachel.
The next few minutes were a blur to Ross. He didn't remember the moment when the paramedics took over and asked him to step aside. He was grateful to the strange doctor who was relaying as much info as he could to the paramedics. He was allowed to ride in the front seat of the ambulance and they were whisked away to the hospital. Phoebe was not allowed into the ambulance but an officer at the scene offered to take her to St. Vincent's.
FAMILY WAITING ROOM B, 5TH FLOOR, ST. VINCENT'S
At this point everyone was crying and in a group hug in the middle of the waiting room. Everyone was praying for the best and holding on to one another for support. Each person in their own thoughts and memories of Rachel.
"Excuse me... I am looking for Ross Geller?" They broke out of their hug and turned to face a doctor.
"Dr. Warner... is Rach, is she ok?" Ross looked at her in anticipation and fear. She had to be ok; she really was his lobster. She was his whole world and she could never, ever be replaced. He braced himself for the worst and hoped for the best.
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A/N: I know, an evil way to end it. Let me know what you think and I'll keep going!! Thanks for the feedback so far!!