Monica was sitting on the couch holding a sleeping baby Erica. She
was unable to stop smiling as she skimmed her daughter's gorgeous, adorable
face. Ambulance sirens rang out into the night as it passed by the
apartment building, not attracting even a fraction of Monica's attention.
An hour later, Monica was still doting over the newborn. When the phone rang, she automatically decided to leave it to Chandler. She heard his voice, but didn't bother to concentrate on the words. However, a loud, upset "What?! Is he okay?" caught her ears and prompted her to turn around.
"Okay, okay, we'll be right down. Thank you so much for telling us." Chandler hung up the phone and stared at it in his hand, trembling visibly.
Worried, Monica placed Erica in the cradle next to her brother Jack. Then she went to her husband.
"Honey, what happened? Who was that?"
"That was St. Vincent Hospital. They have Ross there. He was apparently run over by a bus in the middle of Lexington. We were listed as emergency references and called us first."
Monica was panting furiously to keep from passing out. "Oh my God! Is he okay?"
"He's still unconscious, but he may have been hit bad enough..." Chandler trailed off, terrified that the information he had received may be true.
"What? Chandler, he may have been hit bad enough that what?"
"That when he wakes up, he may have severe amnesia."
Rachel entered Ross' apartment building and raced down the hallway, wishing it was physically possible to be able to run faster. She finally reached his door at the end of the hallway and banged on it. If she didn't see Ross' handsome face soon, she would go mad.
"Ross?" she called when no one answered and tried again. Still no answer. Eventually, she allowed herself the liberty to enter. The apartment was empty at first sight.
"Ross, are you here? It's me, I love you. Please I'm so sorry, I will never leave or hurt you again." She stopped once she realized was merely pouring her heart out to the walls. A flashing red light on the answering machine caught her eye. Cautiously, she walked over to the couch and sat down beside it. After a moments' hesitation, she pressed the play button.
"Ross? Hi, its me, Rachel. I just got on the plane and I feel awful. That is so not how I wanted things to end with us..."
"Oh my God," Rachel gasped. "He never got it. Oh, he still thinks I left because I don't love him. Where is he?" She immediately picked up the phone and dialed the number to Chandler and Monica's. When the beep of their machine on the other end sounded, she frowned. That's weird, Rachel thought. Why aren't they at home? They just got home with their newborn children tonight!
Rachel placed the phone uncertainly back in its cradle and ran upstairs to her friends' apartment. When she entered, the place was dark. Maybe they're just asleep, she considered, and tried to be quiet. She then noticed a large piece of paper with huge writing on the table. Getting suspicious, she flipped on a light and went to read it.
Pheebs and/or Mike,
If you happen to come by, which you probably won't, Chandler, Joe, the babies and I are at the hospital. Ross was in an accident. The reason you don't know is that we were in such a rush that we decided to call you and Rach when we get there. However, if you see this, just come to St. Vincent's immediately.
-Mon
Rachel gasped and, feeling lightheaded, grabbed the edge of the table for support. The paper grew damp in her sweaty hand as she stared at nothing in absolute shock.
"Oh my God," She though out loud. "What have I done?"
Not knowing why the hell she was still where she was, she turned around and out the door, ready to literally plunge headfirst into the next cab she saw.
An hour later, Monica was still doting over the newborn. When the phone rang, she automatically decided to leave it to Chandler. She heard his voice, but didn't bother to concentrate on the words. However, a loud, upset "What?! Is he okay?" caught her ears and prompted her to turn around.
"Okay, okay, we'll be right down. Thank you so much for telling us." Chandler hung up the phone and stared at it in his hand, trembling visibly.
Worried, Monica placed Erica in the cradle next to her brother Jack. Then she went to her husband.
"Honey, what happened? Who was that?"
"That was St. Vincent Hospital. They have Ross there. He was apparently run over by a bus in the middle of Lexington. We were listed as emergency references and called us first."
Monica was panting furiously to keep from passing out. "Oh my God! Is he okay?"
"He's still unconscious, but he may have been hit bad enough..." Chandler trailed off, terrified that the information he had received may be true.
"What? Chandler, he may have been hit bad enough that what?"
"That when he wakes up, he may have severe amnesia."
Rachel entered Ross' apartment building and raced down the hallway, wishing it was physically possible to be able to run faster. She finally reached his door at the end of the hallway and banged on it. If she didn't see Ross' handsome face soon, she would go mad.
"Ross?" she called when no one answered and tried again. Still no answer. Eventually, she allowed herself the liberty to enter. The apartment was empty at first sight.
"Ross, are you here? It's me, I love you. Please I'm so sorry, I will never leave or hurt you again." She stopped once she realized was merely pouring her heart out to the walls. A flashing red light on the answering machine caught her eye. Cautiously, she walked over to the couch and sat down beside it. After a moments' hesitation, she pressed the play button.
"Ross? Hi, its me, Rachel. I just got on the plane and I feel awful. That is so not how I wanted things to end with us..."
"Oh my God," Rachel gasped. "He never got it. Oh, he still thinks I left because I don't love him. Where is he?" She immediately picked up the phone and dialed the number to Chandler and Monica's. When the beep of their machine on the other end sounded, she frowned. That's weird, Rachel thought. Why aren't they at home? They just got home with their newborn children tonight!
Rachel placed the phone uncertainly back in its cradle and ran upstairs to her friends' apartment. When she entered, the place was dark. Maybe they're just asleep, she considered, and tried to be quiet. She then noticed a large piece of paper with huge writing on the table. Getting suspicious, she flipped on a light and went to read it.
Pheebs and/or Mike,
If you happen to come by, which you probably won't, Chandler, Joe, the babies and I are at the hospital. Ross was in an accident. The reason you don't know is that we were in such a rush that we decided to call you and Rach when we get there. However, if you see this, just come to St. Vincent's immediately.
-Mon
Rachel gasped and, feeling lightheaded, grabbed the edge of the table for support. The paper grew damp in her sweaty hand as she stared at nothing in absolute shock.
"Oh my God," She though out loud. "What have I done?"
Not knowing why the hell she was still where she was, she turned around and out the door, ready to literally plunge headfirst into the next cab she saw.