Chapter 11
Receptionist: Hello
Rachel [sniffing]: Hi, could you please tell me where Joey Tribbiani is?
Receptionist: Certainly. Room 117 in the Intensive Care section.
Rachel: Thank you.
She walked away quickly with a purpose to reach that room if it was the last thing she did. In this determination she did not hear the receptionist calling out that her leg was bleeding, and she needed to get someone to see to it. Rachel finally reached Room 117, her heart pounding as if it would leap out of her chest at any moment. She raised her hand, and gently knocked on the door, praying to god that this would all be some kind of mistake and this was a different Joey. The doctor opened the door. Doctor: Hello, I'm Doctor Warner. You must be...
Rachel: Rachel...can I see Joey?
Doctor: Yes, but he hasn't woken up yet, so just sit quietly by his bed...maybe talk to him a little.
Rachel: Sure.
She walked into the room as Doctor Warner walked out. She gasped loudly when she saw Joey's body connected to all those tubes and wires. This was her Joey, but it didn't look like him at all. Rachel started to cry again, but softer than before. She moved a chair over so it was next to the bed. She stroked the side of Joeys face with one hand, noticing a bruise on his forehead where he must have hit it after falling over from the shot. She saw the bandages wrapped over his chest where the bullet was removed. He looked so helpless lying their amidst the clean, white hospital sheets, in a blue hospital gown. This wasn't the strong man who was always there for her. It was her turn to be there for him now.
Rachel: Joey, I'm so sorry. I should have never left you there with Ross. I should have insisted on staying, I was so stupid to leave you. Then none of this would have happened, god why did I leave!!! This is all my fault!
Then she dissolved into tears again, picking up Joey's hand and holding it to her cheek.
About an hour later...
Rachel was exhausted. The doctors had come in, cleaned out the cut on her leg, bandaged her up, and told her that her eye would heal in a few days. They had told her what they knew about Joey's condition, and it wasn't looking good for her hero. She gave the bed that Joey was lying in a once over. It was a good-sized bed, and Joey was only taking up about three quarters of it, leaving her the last quarter. She could easily fit there. She got up quietly out of her chair, and slid gently on to the bed so as not to disturb Joey. She lay on her side, her arm wrapped around his waist, holding him close to her as she lay their shivering, unsure of what their future held. The next thing she knew it was 8am, and the nurses had cleaned up the room, and placed Rachel's jacket neatly on the hook that was on the door. She was still exhausted, so after looking over at Joey for a minute, she closed her eyes again.
Half an hour later...
Monica: I cannot believe that Ross would do something like this.
Chandler: I know, this is so terrible.
Phoebe: Yea, I kinda had a sense that something like this would happen though, I had a bad feeling in my gut last night when I was going to bed...and then this morning when I got the phone call.
Phoebe bit down on her lip.
Chandler: Its okay Pheebs, we're all feeling a little bit shocked and shaken. Monica: God I hope he wakes up, and not just for our sake, look at Rachel.
All three turned too look at Rachel; she was lying very close to Joey: her arm laying across him, her hair fanning out against the pillow, and her face looking pale and distraught with the grief from the accident.
Chandler: Yea I know. You know, I think we shouldn't be too concerned about Rachel not returning Joey's love for her. We have our answer lying right their on the hospital bed. Look at her devotion.
They noticed that Rachel was still in her damp clothes, her hair that was fanning out on the pillow was also damp, and then their eyes drifted down to her leg.
Monica: Oh my god! Look at that gash on her leg!
Just then Rachel rolled over, and Monica caught a glimpse of her black eye.
Monica: And her eye! How did she do that...
Chandler: Did the doctors say they knew who had done it? Have they had any police investigations at the site of that attack? Do you know if they have interviewed anyone?
Monica: They don't know who did it, the police said there was no evidence at the site of the attack because the rain washed most of it away, and they were going to talk to Rachel this morning I think.
At the sound of her name being said, Rachel suddenly sat up, first looking at Joey, and then after realizing that he was still asleep, looked to the other side of the bed, and saw the faces of Monica, Chandler, and Phoebe looking down at her and Joey.
Receptionist: Hello
Rachel [sniffing]: Hi, could you please tell me where Joey Tribbiani is?
Receptionist: Certainly. Room 117 in the Intensive Care section.
Rachel: Thank you.
She walked away quickly with a purpose to reach that room if it was the last thing she did. In this determination she did not hear the receptionist calling out that her leg was bleeding, and she needed to get someone to see to it. Rachel finally reached Room 117, her heart pounding as if it would leap out of her chest at any moment. She raised her hand, and gently knocked on the door, praying to god that this would all be some kind of mistake and this was a different Joey. The doctor opened the door. Doctor: Hello, I'm Doctor Warner. You must be...
Rachel: Rachel...can I see Joey?
Doctor: Yes, but he hasn't woken up yet, so just sit quietly by his bed...maybe talk to him a little.
Rachel: Sure.
She walked into the room as Doctor Warner walked out. She gasped loudly when she saw Joey's body connected to all those tubes and wires. This was her Joey, but it didn't look like him at all. Rachel started to cry again, but softer than before. She moved a chair over so it was next to the bed. She stroked the side of Joeys face with one hand, noticing a bruise on his forehead where he must have hit it after falling over from the shot. She saw the bandages wrapped over his chest where the bullet was removed. He looked so helpless lying their amidst the clean, white hospital sheets, in a blue hospital gown. This wasn't the strong man who was always there for her. It was her turn to be there for him now.
Rachel: Joey, I'm so sorry. I should have never left you there with Ross. I should have insisted on staying, I was so stupid to leave you. Then none of this would have happened, god why did I leave!!! This is all my fault!
Then she dissolved into tears again, picking up Joey's hand and holding it to her cheek.
About an hour later...
Rachel was exhausted. The doctors had come in, cleaned out the cut on her leg, bandaged her up, and told her that her eye would heal in a few days. They had told her what they knew about Joey's condition, and it wasn't looking good for her hero. She gave the bed that Joey was lying in a once over. It was a good-sized bed, and Joey was only taking up about three quarters of it, leaving her the last quarter. She could easily fit there. She got up quietly out of her chair, and slid gently on to the bed so as not to disturb Joey. She lay on her side, her arm wrapped around his waist, holding him close to her as she lay their shivering, unsure of what their future held. The next thing she knew it was 8am, and the nurses had cleaned up the room, and placed Rachel's jacket neatly on the hook that was on the door. She was still exhausted, so after looking over at Joey for a minute, she closed her eyes again.
Half an hour later...
Monica: I cannot believe that Ross would do something like this.
Chandler: I know, this is so terrible.
Phoebe: Yea, I kinda had a sense that something like this would happen though, I had a bad feeling in my gut last night when I was going to bed...and then this morning when I got the phone call.
Phoebe bit down on her lip.
Chandler: Its okay Pheebs, we're all feeling a little bit shocked and shaken. Monica: God I hope he wakes up, and not just for our sake, look at Rachel.
All three turned too look at Rachel; she was lying very close to Joey: her arm laying across him, her hair fanning out against the pillow, and her face looking pale and distraught with the grief from the accident.
Chandler: Yea I know. You know, I think we shouldn't be too concerned about Rachel not returning Joey's love for her. We have our answer lying right their on the hospital bed. Look at her devotion.
They noticed that Rachel was still in her damp clothes, her hair that was fanning out on the pillow was also damp, and then their eyes drifted down to her leg.
Monica: Oh my god! Look at that gash on her leg!
Just then Rachel rolled over, and Monica caught a glimpse of her black eye.
Monica: And her eye! How did she do that...
Chandler: Did the doctors say they knew who had done it? Have they had any police investigations at the site of that attack? Do you know if they have interviewed anyone?
Monica: They don't know who did it, the police said there was no evidence at the site of the attack because the rain washed most of it away, and they were going to talk to Rachel this morning I think.
At the sound of her name being said, Rachel suddenly sat up, first looking at Joey, and then after realizing that he was still asleep, looked to the other side of the bed, and saw the faces of Monica, Chandler, and Phoebe looking down at her and Joey.