Life in a Flash: Chapter 3: Try a little harder
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Chandler hadn't spoken to them since Saturday morning, except for the one time Phoebe came over to tell him that they were staying an extra week.
It was now Monday.
A very rainy Monday.
He had another game tonight, and he thought that he would invite them along, and then they could go out and talk after that.
He exited his room, walking straight for the fridge, where the number was stuck to it.
He picked up the phone, called the hotel, and asked for Monica Geller.
"Hello?" She said.
"Hey, Monica. It's me, Chandler."
"Oh, hey." She said quietly.
"Um, I have a game tonight, and, I was wondering if you guys wanted to come with, and then maybe go out to eat so we could all talk afterwards."
"Oh yea, sure, we'll be there. What kind of game is it?" She asked.
"A hockey game."
"Wow, you play hockey?" She asked in an amazed yet hysterical voice..
"Yea, I guess so. It's like a farm team thing." He laughed.
"So where should we meet you?"
"At the Long Beach Ice Arena. At 6:30. I'll just wait outside for you guys."
"Ok, see you there."
"Yea."
He set the phone back on the hook.
Tonight was going to be interesting.
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They all had come, and were now sitting up in the stands, watching Chandler fly around on the ice.
He had told them he'd meet them at a little resturaunt when the game was over a couple blocks away, that he usually took dates to.
Chandler was skating around, trying to concentrate on the puck that he was trying to get into the goal, but all he could think about was tonight.
He was more nervous than he had been in his entire life.
He still had some ways to go until he got down near the goal, so he moved to the wall, just when a giant gorrilla like man started coming up from his right.
Chandler had completely lost focus, and just as he got up to the goal, the man smashed into him, making him hit the back of his neck on the top of the goal.
The entire goal had come out of the ice and went flying backwards towards the wall, along with Chandler.
He collapsed down on his back, his entire world spinning.
His vision became blurred, his entire body was tingling, and he found himself gasping for air, trying to force it into his lungs.
He could hear Merrick rushing towards him, yelling his name as he hit the ice.
He could make out several bodies standing over him, calling his name, but the voices sounded so distant.
He could hear the announcer's voice coming out of the speakers that were hung high above.
He could hear the loud voices of the hundreds of people in the stands.
Slowly, he lifted his arm up to move his face mask up, giving him more air.
A doctor came rushing over and knelt down in front of him.
He could feel him put his hand on his chest and he could barely see the fingers that he held in front of his face, asking him how many he was holding up.
He couldn't count them, for all he cared, he could have been flipping him off.
A searing pain shot down his back, he squeezed his eyes shut and hollored out in pain.
His world was blackening fast, and there was nothing he could do but let it take hold of him.
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ok, so, it took a little longer to get this chapter up than I had intended. the next story I'll probably update will be What's it Like to Live. so watch for it, and please review!!!
xxxxxx
Chandler hadn't spoken to them since Saturday morning, except for the one time Phoebe came over to tell him that they were staying an extra week.
It was now Monday.
A very rainy Monday.
He had another game tonight, and he thought that he would invite them along, and then they could go out and talk after that.
He exited his room, walking straight for the fridge, where the number was stuck to it.
He picked up the phone, called the hotel, and asked for Monica Geller.
"Hello?" She said.
"Hey, Monica. It's me, Chandler."
"Oh, hey." She said quietly.
"Um, I have a game tonight, and, I was wondering if you guys wanted to come with, and then maybe go out to eat so we could all talk afterwards."
"Oh yea, sure, we'll be there. What kind of game is it?" She asked.
"A hockey game."
"Wow, you play hockey?" She asked in an amazed yet hysterical voice..
"Yea, I guess so. It's like a farm team thing." He laughed.
"So where should we meet you?"
"At the Long Beach Ice Arena. At 6:30. I'll just wait outside for you guys."
"Ok, see you there."
"Yea."
He set the phone back on the hook.
Tonight was going to be interesting.
xxxxxx
They all had come, and were now sitting up in the stands, watching Chandler fly around on the ice.
He had told them he'd meet them at a little resturaunt when the game was over a couple blocks away, that he usually took dates to.
Chandler was skating around, trying to concentrate on the puck that he was trying to get into the goal, but all he could think about was tonight.
He was more nervous than he had been in his entire life.
He still had some ways to go until he got down near the goal, so he moved to the wall, just when a giant gorrilla like man started coming up from his right.
Chandler had completely lost focus, and just as he got up to the goal, the man smashed into him, making him hit the back of his neck on the top of the goal.
The entire goal had come out of the ice and went flying backwards towards the wall, along with Chandler.
He collapsed down on his back, his entire world spinning.
His vision became blurred, his entire body was tingling, and he found himself gasping for air, trying to force it into his lungs.
He could hear Merrick rushing towards him, yelling his name as he hit the ice.
He could make out several bodies standing over him, calling his name, but the voices sounded so distant.
He could hear the announcer's voice coming out of the speakers that were hung high above.
He could hear the loud voices of the hundreds of people in the stands.
Slowly, he lifted his arm up to move his face mask up, giving him more air.
A doctor came rushing over and knelt down in front of him.
He could feel him put his hand on his chest and he could barely see the fingers that he held in front of his face, asking him how many he was holding up.
He couldn't count them, for all he cared, he could have been flipping him off.
A searing pain shot down his back, he squeezed his eyes shut and hollored out in pain.
His world was blackening fast, and there was nothing he could do but let it take hold of him.
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ok, so, it took a little longer to get this chapter up than I had intended. the next story I'll probably update will be What's it Like to Live. so watch for it, and please review!!!