Life in a Flash: Chapter 5: remembering
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The five raced down the hallway towards his room. They knew that there was no rush, they just wanted to see for themselves that he was okay. One by one they slowed to a stop, all lined up in front of his door, Joey in the front. He slowly inched the door open, not sure if Chandler was asleep or not. He quietly peered in and looked at him, lying on the bed, fast asleep. He didn't want to go back to the waiting room and sit there for a few more hours so he turned around and motioned for the group to be quiet before procceeding into the room.
They all tiptoed into the room, surrounding the bed. There were only two chairs in the room so Joey and Ross each took one, Phoebe sat on Joey's lap, Rachel sat on Ross's and Monica sat on the edge of Chandler's bed. She reached down and carefully picked up his hand, rubbing her thumb in little circles over his palm.
Joey rubbed his eyes and surpressed a yawn, catching Phoebe's attention. She smiled back at him and rested her head on his shoulder. Everybody was becoming increasingly tired, as it was already nearing three am. Rachel was already asleep on Ross's shoulder and Ross was dozing off himself.
Monica layed down over the foot of Chandler's bed and wrapped the little area of blanket that she could get around herself. Within minutes, everybody was sleeping.
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Chandler could hear light snoring coming from somewhere in the room, and his feet were being weighed down by a force that did not come from him. He opened his eyes and slowly lifted his head, very aware of the pain that it caused. He stared down towards the end of his bed where Monica lay, the cause of his imobility. With a quick glance around the room he saw that Ross, Phoebe, Joey, and Rachel were amongst the unconcious. He tried to slide his feet out from underneath Monica without waking her, but did anyway.
She launched herself off of the bed, spinning around, obviously not aware of where she was. Chandler laughed at her frenzied state. "Monica, calm down." He said between laughs. Her head shot down to him, calming her slightly.
"Oh thank God." She breathed. "I had a horrible dream..I thought you were dead." She cried, a tear running down her face.
"Well, I'm fine. I'm not dead." He smiled. "So, what happned?" He asked.
"What do you mean what happened?" Monica sat on the edge of his bed.
"Why am I here?"
"You..you don't remember?" She was shocked, the doctor never said anything about memory loss.
"No, I really don't." He said.
"Well, you got hit when you were playing hockey. I don't really what happpened after that, I was too concentrated on getting down to you. An ambulence came and they took you away. I'm not sure what they did to you when you got here, but I'm just glad that you ARE still here." She smiled.
"Oh. Where's Merrick?" He asked.
"I'm not sure, I thought he was going to come here after they finished the game but he never showed up. He's probably back at your apartment."
"How long are they keeping me here?"
"I'm not sure, I don't think for very long."
"So, it's nothing serious then?" He looked so hopeful.
"Well, they're keeping you in a wheelchair for a couple of weeks. The doctor said that you can't play hockey for the rest of the season. I'm guessing they won't let you surf either. Sorry honey."
Chandler smiled. "I remember when you used to call me that."
Monica stopped breathing and her eyes went wide.
"What? What's wrong? What did I say?" Chandler panicked.
"Y-you remember?"
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The five raced down the hallway towards his room. They knew that there was no rush, they just wanted to see for themselves that he was okay. One by one they slowed to a stop, all lined up in front of his door, Joey in the front. He slowly inched the door open, not sure if Chandler was asleep or not. He quietly peered in and looked at him, lying on the bed, fast asleep. He didn't want to go back to the waiting room and sit there for a few more hours so he turned around and motioned for the group to be quiet before procceeding into the room.
They all tiptoed into the room, surrounding the bed. There were only two chairs in the room so Joey and Ross each took one, Phoebe sat on Joey's lap, Rachel sat on Ross's and Monica sat on the edge of Chandler's bed. She reached down and carefully picked up his hand, rubbing her thumb in little circles over his palm.
Joey rubbed his eyes and surpressed a yawn, catching Phoebe's attention. She smiled back at him and rested her head on his shoulder. Everybody was becoming increasingly tired, as it was already nearing three am. Rachel was already asleep on Ross's shoulder and Ross was dozing off himself.
Monica layed down over the foot of Chandler's bed and wrapped the little area of blanket that she could get around herself. Within minutes, everybody was sleeping.
))))))(((((( - the next morning -
Chandler could hear light snoring coming from somewhere in the room, and his feet were being weighed down by a force that did not come from him. He opened his eyes and slowly lifted his head, very aware of the pain that it caused. He stared down towards the end of his bed where Monica lay, the cause of his imobility. With a quick glance around the room he saw that Ross, Phoebe, Joey, and Rachel were amongst the unconcious. He tried to slide his feet out from underneath Monica without waking her, but did anyway.
She launched herself off of the bed, spinning around, obviously not aware of where she was. Chandler laughed at her frenzied state. "Monica, calm down." He said between laughs. Her head shot down to him, calming her slightly.
"Oh thank God." She breathed. "I had a horrible dream..I thought you were dead." She cried, a tear running down her face.
"Well, I'm fine. I'm not dead." He smiled. "So, what happned?" He asked.
"What do you mean what happened?" Monica sat on the edge of his bed.
"Why am I here?"
"You..you don't remember?" She was shocked, the doctor never said anything about memory loss.
"No, I really don't." He said.
"Well, you got hit when you were playing hockey. I don't really what happpened after that, I was too concentrated on getting down to you. An ambulence came and they took you away. I'm not sure what they did to you when you got here, but I'm just glad that you ARE still here." She smiled.
"Oh. Where's Merrick?" He asked.
"I'm not sure, I thought he was going to come here after they finished the game but he never showed up. He's probably back at your apartment."
"How long are they keeping me here?"
"I'm not sure, I don't think for very long."
"So, it's nothing serious then?" He looked so hopeful.
"Well, they're keeping you in a wheelchair for a couple of weeks. The doctor said that you can't play hockey for the rest of the season. I'm guessing they won't let you surf either. Sorry honey."
Chandler smiled. "I remember when you used to call me that."
Monica stopped breathing and her eyes went wide.
"What? What's wrong? What did I say?" Chandler panicked.
"Y-you remember?"
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