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Chapter Fifteen: The Match

Keegan Matthews had practically kept the lab up all night processing the test results from the many people who'd turned out to help Monica, but in the end, he had his results in one night.

Keegan sighed, and sat down at his desk with the folder. "Moment of truth," he said to himself, hope bursting inside of him that he would find the match inside. He had to save this woman. A match was the only way.

He flicked open the folder, and inhaled. He flipped through the pages, disappointment arising as he saw that none of Monica's family, close or extended, were a match. Monica had a rare blood type, he knew, and a match would have to be one of a kind.

He took another deep breath. "Please," he murmured. He turned to the page listing all the others who'd come out-her friends, co-workers, everyone. He scanned down the list, and a grin filled his face.

There was a match.

Keegan practically leaped out of his seat, so excited to tell Monica about her donor. He rushed down the hall to 313, and paused outside of the room, taking a moment to process what he'd just found out.

There was a match. And not just any match, a perfect one, from the perfect donor. He smiled and knocked on the door. "I have great news," he said, as he entered to see Monica sitting up in bed, Chandler at her side, watching television.

Chandler jumped up. "There's a match?" he asked excitedly.

Dr. Matthews grinned. "There's a match," he confirmed.

"Who?" Monica asked, in a voice stronger and more filled with hope than Dr. Matthews had heard since she'd been admitted.

"That's the best part," Dr. Matthews smiled. "Chandler Bing, you are Monica's match. The only match, I might add."

Chandler bit his lip in shock. "I'm gonna be the donor?" he whispered.

"Sure are. If you consent to it, that is."

Chandler laughed. "Like I wouldn't." He bent down to the bed and kissed Monica's forehead. "Answer to our prayers, baby. Answer to our prayers."

Monica was still shaking her head in shock. Finally, she smiled. "Thank you so much, Dr. Matthews," she murmured. "Thank you so much."

"My pleasure," Dr. Matthews replied. "We'll start the preliminary stuff tomorrow. I'll leave you two alone for now."

As Dr. Matthews left the room, Chandler looked at Monica. "I can't believe this," he whispered gently. "I can't believe I get to do this for you."

Monica smiled. "Thank you," she whispered. "Thank you for doing this for me."

"Anytime," Chandler smiled. "Anytime."

Monica sat in the waiting room, tapping her fingers on the wheelchair as she hummed happily. She'd been feeling better lately, with the news that Chandler was going to be her donor. Both of them were having testing done today, and Monica had been waiting in the "donation wing" of the hospital for almost twenty minutes.

"So what new organ you getting?"

Startled, Monica glanced up to see a pale, thin woman around her age sitting in a wheelchair across from her. She decided to be friendly. "Living liver transplant," she replied.

The woman laughed. "You're kidding!"

Monica shook her head, confused. "No, I'm not. Why?"

The woman frowned. "I'm here for follow up tests. I had one of those a few weeks ago."

"How was it?" Monica asked, eager to learn a survivor's viewpoint.

"Fine for me," the women said, Monica sensing a tone of bitterness in her voice. "Not so fine for my brother."

"Was he your donor?"

The woman nodded sadly. "Yeah, he was my donor. Now he can't ever be anybody's donor again."

"What do you mean?" Monica asked, sensing that she may not want to know the answer.

"I probably shouldn't be telling you this," the woman sighed. "But......my brother died. He reacted in some weird way to losing a piece of his liver, and he contracted some infection.....he died a few days after the surgery."

Monica sucked in her breath sharply. "Are you.....are you serious?"

"More than anything, I wish I wasn't. But, I mean.....I wouldn't be too worried. His death was rare."

Monica closed her eyes. Chandler could die, too, she realized. Rare was not impossible.

"Sweetie.....is everything alright?" Chandler asked later that night when they both returned to her room. "You seem so quiet."

"I'm fine," Monica murmured.

"Mon," Chandler put a gentle hand on her hair. "Are you sure?"

Monica opened her mouth to speak, but all of a sudden, her eyes caught the sight of Audrey bounding into the hospital room, Joey in tow. "Daddy! Monica!" she squealed, jumping into her father's arms. "Uncle Joey took me to McDonald's and I got him a date with the cashier-lady!"

Chandler's head whipped around to face his friend. "Using my daughter to pick up women, Joe?" he asked, not sure if he should laugh or be angry.

"Well," Joey said, shifting from foot to foot. "She's just so darn cute, and I gotta tell ya, women are attracted to cute kids."

Chandler shook his head, laughing. "I'll let it go by this once, Joey, but my little girl is not a dating tool."

"Of course not," Joey promised seriously, sending a smile to Audrey that made her giggle. "We did have a pretty good time, though, huh, Aud?"

Audrey nodded happily and turned to Monica. "Is today a good day?" she asked.

Monica smiled. "Yeah, today's a good day, sweetie." Audrey grinned and plopped down on Monica's bed. "My daddy's gonna give you his liver," she informed her.

The three adults chuckled. "Well, not the whole thing," Chandler told her.

"Okay, not the WHOLE thing.....but it's still cool. What's it look like, Daddy? Is it like the kinda liver that people eat?"

They all laughed, until they realized they actually didn't know. "Darn good question, Auds," Chandler smiled. "We'll have to ask a doctor."

"Doesn't matter, anyways," Audrey chimed. "As long as Monica and Daddy getta come home when it's over."

Audrey's words threw a dagger in Monica's heart. What if her Daddy didn't come home?

"Chandler," Monica whispered as they sat watching TV that afternoon.

"Yeah, sweetie," Chandler replied. "You need something?"

"No," she edged herself up in her hospital bed. "Chandler, we need to talk."

"Okay," he flicked off the TV. "What's up?"

"Chandler," she whispered. "I can't.....you can't be my donor."

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