(All right first off... beautyandbrainz101-not because of what you said
earlier... this was planned on when I first began writing it. So no
worries!!! ( exintaris- I did know someone who was over six months along
and had a miscarriage (see- got it right that time!) so I figured, in my
mind at least, it wasn't that far-fetched. Also I quickly said that Rachel
had moved in with Phoebe, I figured since it didn't matter how that went
down... A quick blurb would be okay. As for everyone else- I love getting
feedback, I'm glad you enjoy it, thanks tons!!! And I'm not the type to
end it there so don't worry... it will get better!!!)
Miscarriage. The word was on the tip of his tongue but he couldn't bring himself to say it aloud. He could only let out a small sob and walked backwards, away from the doctor who was reaching out to help him.
"Mr.Bing there was nothing that could be done... There was a complication." Chandler looked down at Rachel who had her face in her hands and Ross who had his chin resting on the top of her head. Joey put his hands on Chandler's back to stop him from turning and running out of the hospital.
"What... what kind of complication?... They said she was FINE. She was healthy! They said the baby was fine! How the hell could a complication ruin this for us?"
"Mr.Bing-"
"She was looking forward to this for years! How could this happen?" he yelled, obviously scaring the doctor who kept trying to interrupt him, wanting to stop him from making a scene.
"Mr.Bing... I am so sorry... Unless she got a sonogram the day before, no one could have known."
"What do you mean?" Chandler asked, struggling to keep his voice lowered.
"The baby had the umbilical cord wrapped around her neck... If we had gone in to save her ahead of time she most likely would not have made it... When Miss. Gellar was brought in it was already too late... I'm sorry." Chandler shook his head, not wanting to accept that this had actually happened. He turned to Joey and when he saw the tears in his best friend's eyes he no longer tried to stop the sobs that he knew were coming. He fell into Joey's arms, crying into his shoulder while Joey patted his back, letting him break down. Chandler realized it wasn't as much of the baby that this was about, it was about Monica and how she would re-act. Monica.
"Oh my God. Is Monica okay?" he asked, pulling back from Joey.
"She's still under. We gave her a heavy dose of general anesthesia to make the process easier for her. She should be up in a bit."
"So she doesn't know yet?" Chandler dryly asked, hearing Rachel crying at the fact that Monica had no idea what was going on around her. She didn't know the best thing she had in her life was suddenly taken from her and she never got to say goodbye.
"Can I see her? I-I have to see her." The doctor looked unsure and finally nodded. Chandler held a hand over his mouth and followed him down the hall, looking back at the sad faces of his three friends who were there for him. The door to her room was opened and his heart broke at the sight before him. Nurses were moving about the room, cleaning up and monitoring her heart rate. The beep of the machine and she looked in a peaceful sleep, so unaware of what had happened. He gulped when he saw the missing round belly, her blanket lay flat against her, and he looked around, seeing the sadness in the nurses' eyes. He pulled up a chair beside her and held her hand, resting his head on the bed.
Rachel carefully entered the room half an hour later, wiping her eyes and seeing that there was no one in the room except Monica and Chandler, who was asleep, still sitting in his chair, gripping her limp hand. She pulled at her hair, picking up the chart that lay on the table beside her bed. Rachel flipped through it, her hands getting shaky as she read what had happened to her best friend and why. She looked up at Monica and went over to kiss her forehead before leaving the room.
Two hours later
Chandler awoke to feel Monica's hand moving. His head shot up and he watched as her eyes fluttered open and she blinked a few times before looking at the white wall before her questioningly. He saw the pain that flashed through her eyes and he reached up with one hand and he gently held her arm. She turned to look at him and briefly smiled at recognition before the smile faded. She pulled her hand loose and placed it on her stomach, her mouth opening in horror, looking at him, unsure what to do.
"Oh Mon-" Chandler started, getting up from his chair to hug her. She wrapped her arms around him and held him close, sobbing into his shirt.
"Chandler... what happened?" she cried. He could feel the tears seeping through his shirt and rocked her back and forth.
"Sweetie... the baby died."
"No..." she whispered, clutching at his shirt, pulling at the fabric between her fingers.
"It wasn't your fault Mon... no one could have prevented it," he said, his voice shaky. She shook her head, weeping into his chest.
"Monica..."
"No... no no no...," she moaned and Chandler took a deep breath.
"The umbilical cord was wrapped around her neck... They tried to save her but couldn't. No one could have done anything different to stop it from happening." Monica had given up on fighting the fact that her baby had died. Chandler saw Ross and Rachel in the doorway and sadly nodded at them and they decided on coming back to see her later.
"I never got to hold her Chandler," she sobbed.
"I know... I know," he whispered, rubbing her back soothingly. The doctor had come in later to explain the exact complications and Chandler had watched as Monica stared blankly out the window that overlooked a small park. He had gone over to the window and saw what she had been watching. It was a woman pushing a small girl on the swings, pigtails flying behind her as she gleefully screamed when she swung high. He looked back at Monica and saw a tear rolling down her cheek. Rachel and Phoebe had brought in flowers to put on the table next to her, Joey had brought in a tray of her favorite cookies to cheer her up, wondering what he could do to help. Ross had been in constantly; making sure his baby sister would get better and wanted to be there to make sure she would. Chandler didn't leave the room for the two days she was there, if he had to run home he came right back and she waited for him to return each time. He was her rock, even when he wanted to crawl into a ball.
The day she got home he came back from work, going into her apartment carefully. No one was in sight and he looked around before getting nervous. Monica was home, Joey said he had just checked up on her.
"Mon? It's me..." With no response he panicked, looking in her bedroom without Monica in sight. He peered into the nursery and felt his heart break. Monica was sitting in the corner, a plush dinosaur in her lap, a pink tutu in one hand and ballet slippers in the other, eyes red and swollen. She was looking at the crib before her and he went over to her, bending down to see her. She looked up at him and he saw her normally bright blue eyes an empty shade of grey. She reached out and hugged him.
"When does it get easier?" she whispered.
"I don't know Mon. I don't know," he said, not knowing how to help her. He wasn't sure she'd ever be okay. A part of her had died inside.
Miscarriage. The word was on the tip of his tongue but he couldn't bring himself to say it aloud. He could only let out a small sob and walked backwards, away from the doctor who was reaching out to help him.
"Mr.Bing there was nothing that could be done... There was a complication." Chandler looked down at Rachel who had her face in her hands and Ross who had his chin resting on the top of her head. Joey put his hands on Chandler's back to stop him from turning and running out of the hospital.
"What... what kind of complication?... They said she was FINE. She was healthy! They said the baby was fine! How the hell could a complication ruin this for us?"
"Mr.Bing-"
"She was looking forward to this for years! How could this happen?" he yelled, obviously scaring the doctor who kept trying to interrupt him, wanting to stop him from making a scene.
"Mr.Bing... I am so sorry... Unless she got a sonogram the day before, no one could have known."
"What do you mean?" Chandler asked, struggling to keep his voice lowered.
"The baby had the umbilical cord wrapped around her neck... If we had gone in to save her ahead of time she most likely would not have made it... When Miss. Gellar was brought in it was already too late... I'm sorry." Chandler shook his head, not wanting to accept that this had actually happened. He turned to Joey and when he saw the tears in his best friend's eyes he no longer tried to stop the sobs that he knew were coming. He fell into Joey's arms, crying into his shoulder while Joey patted his back, letting him break down. Chandler realized it wasn't as much of the baby that this was about, it was about Monica and how she would re-act. Monica.
"Oh my God. Is Monica okay?" he asked, pulling back from Joey.
"She's still under. We gave her a heavy dose of general anesthesia to make the process easier for her. She should be up in a bit."
"So she doesn't know yet?" Chandler dryly asked, hearing Rachel crying at the fact that Monica had no idea what was going on around her. She didn't know the best thing she had in her life was suddenly taken from her and she never got to say goodbye.
"Can I see her? I-I have to see her." The doctor looked unsure and finally nodded. Chandler held a hand over his mouth and followed him down the hall, looking back at the sad faces of his three friends who were there for him. The door to her room was opened and his heart broke at the sight before him. Nurses were moving about the room, cleaning up and monitoring her heart rate. The beep of the machine and she looked in a peaceful sleep, so unaware of what had happened. He gulped when he saw the missing round belly, her blanket lay flat against her, and he looked around, seeing the sadness in the nurses' eyes. He pulled up a chair beside her and held her hand, resting his head on the bed.
Rachel carefully entered the room half an hour later, wiping her eyes and seeing that there was no one in the room except Monica and Chandler, who was asleep, still sitting in his chair, gripping her limp hand. She pulled at her hair, picking up the chart that lay on the table beside her bed. Rachel flipped through it, her hands getting shaky as she read what had happened to her best friend and why. She looked up at Monica and went over to kiss her forehead before leaving the room.
Two hours later
Chandler awoke to feel Monica's hand moving. His head shot up and he watched as her eyes fluttered open and she blinked a few times before looking at the white wall before her questioningly. He saw the pain that flashed through her eyes and he reached up with one hand and he gently held her arm. She turned to look at him and briefly smiled at recognition before the smile faded. She pulled her hand loose and placed it on her stomach, her mouth opening in horror, looking at him, unsure what to do.
"Oh Mon-" Chandler started, getting up from his chair to hug her. She wrapped her arms around him and held him close, sobbing into his shirt.
"Chandler... what happened?" she cried. He could feel the tears seeping through his shirt and rocked her back and forth.
"Sweetie... the baby died."
"No..." she whispered, clutching at his shirt, pulling at the fabric between her fingers.
"It wasn't your fault Mon... no one could have prevented it," he said, his voice shaky. She shook her head, weeping into his chest.
"Monica..."
"No... no no no...," she moaned and Chandler took a deep breath.
"The umbilical cord was wrapped around her neck... They tried to save her but couldn't. No one could have done anything different to stop it from happening." Monica had given up on fighting the fact that her baby had died. Chandler saw Ross and Rachel in the doorway and sadly nodded at them and they decided on coming back to see her later.
"I never got to hold her Chandler," she sobbed.
"I know... I know," he whispered, rubbing her back soothingly. The doctor had come in later to explain the exact complications and Chandler had watched as Monica stared blankly out the window that overlooked a small park. He had gone over to the window and saw what she had been watching. It was a woman pushing a small girl on the swings, pigtails flying behind her as she gleefully screamed when she swung high. He looked back at Monica and saw a tear rolling down her cheek. Rachel and Phoebe had brought in flowers to put on the table next to her, Joey had brought in a tray of her favorite cookies to cheer her up, wondering what he could do to help. Ross had been in constantly; making sure his baby sister would get better and wanted to be there to make sure she would. Chandler didn't leave the room for the two days she was there, if he had to run home he came right back and she waited for him to return each time. He was her rock, even when he wanted to crawl into a ball.
The day she got home he came back from work, going into her apartment carefully. No one was in sight and he looked around before getting nervous. Monica was home, Joey said he had just checked up on her.
"Mon? It's me..." With no response he panicked, looking in her bedroom without Monica in sight. He peered into the nursery and felt his heart break. Monica was sitting in the corner, a plush dinosaur in her lap, a pink tutu in one hand and ballet slippers in the other, eyes red and swollen. She was looking at the crib before her and he went over to her, bending down to see her. She looked up at him and he saw her normally bright blue eyes an empty shade of grey. She reached out and hugged him.
"When does it get easier?" she whispered.
"I don't know Mon. I don't know," he said, not knowing how to help her. He wasn't sure she'd ever be okay. A part of her had died inside.