Chapter 7
Revenge is Sweet
Disclaimer: I don't own anything to do with friends. Argh.
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Phoebe walked nervously towards the hospitals revolving doors, knots forming in her stomach. She almost didn't go through them, but a last minute spurt of courage pushed her on.
It wasn't just the fact this was a new experience that was making her anxious. But the last time she had gone through those doors she was barely conscious, laying on a stretcher, she could remember very little of it, but what she could remember was the agonising pain in the pit of her stomach as the blood gushed from inside of her.
The flashback caused her to pause momentarily, as she went over the scene in her mind for the hundredth time, but she had to keep going. She had to do this. Not just for herself, but for her daughter, and Joey. She wanted to achieve something in her life and make them proud.
"Can I help you miss?" A woman sitting behind an oversized desk that almost hid her called out, obviously noticing the lost look on Phoebe's face, and motioned her over.
"I'm here for a work placement, on the maternity ward."
"Ah, yes, let me just check my instruction sheet. There are a few of you starting today, all going to different wards." Phoebe smiled, and played with a strand of her hair while she waited.
"Here we are! You must be Phoebe Butler. Well, your supervisor is going to be Staff nurse, Lillian Anderson. Now, if you take the elevator up to the third floor and turn right, I will give her a call just now and tell her you are on your way up so she can collect you," She flashed her a smile and put her head back down to finish the work she had been in the middle of when Phoebe had distracted her.
"Em, sorry to disturb you, again, but my name is Buffay, not Butler."
"Oh, don't worry hun, there's just been a crossed wire somewhere, im sure they will sort it out in a few days." She gave her another smile of reassurance and lifted the phone as Phoebe made her way towards the elevator.
Once up on the third floor she knew exactly where she was. There was no chance of getting lost up here; after all she had spent most of her time staring at the very wall where she now stood.
The familiar little cubicle rooms hadn't changed a bit. The third one in was the room she called home only 7 months previously, the room where she had almost died.
Shivers ran the length of her spine as she realised just how close to death she had been.
She turned her head away and caught sight of a sign above a door to her left. "Visitors and family room". That was the very room where her friends had spent many a sleepless night. Patiently awaiting her recovery.
"You must be Phoebe? Hi I'm Lillian. I'm going to be your mentor, if you want to call it that, for the next 5 days at least." The small blonde woman in her late 50's reached out her hand for Phoebe's and shook it firmly, while she smiled affectionately, trying her best to put Phoebe at ease.
"Hi, its nice to meet you," Phoebe answered somewhat shyly. But as she looked her over she couldn't help but feel she already knew her. She looked so familiar, but she couldn't put her finger on why, after all, she didn't recognise the name? She shrugged it off; if it were important enough she would remember in time.
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"JOEY! COME ON! WE NEED YOU ON SET!" The director held a loud speaker to his mouth and blasted it with all his might towards Joey's trailer in the hope he would finally hear him. He had been calling him for the last 10 minutes with no answer. He knew from talking to his hairdresser that he was on the phone, but as far as he was concerned every wasted minute was money, phone call or no phone call.
"Hey Jack, I'm on my way," Joeys trailer door flew open, and he appeared with his cell still clamped to his ear.
"Listen I need to go, but call me back if you think I can book it for the 2nd. If I'm not here leave a message with my assistant. Ok see'ya." He switched off the cell and threw it back into his mobile home.
Joey ran towards his director, who did not look in the slightest bit amused.
"Ok, lets get this scene in the can as quickly as we can, the sun is coming up and we need it to be dark. So lets roll."
Joey and his leading lady got into their positions and waited on the clapperboard signalling their start.
"I had a great night Lauren, but I really don't think it would be appropriate for me to come in for a coffee. I know that if I get you alone I won't be able to resist you."
Lauren threw her body onto his and kissed him fervently, until the two of them fell through her front door.
"CUT!" The clapperboard slammed closed and Joey and Melanie reappeared.
"That's a wrap guys. We don't need you back for a few hours Joe, so go and finish your call until I come and get you again. Melanie, take a 10 minute tea break then get yourself back on set for the rest of your scenes."
The cast and crew began to disperse, leaving Joey and Melanie standing on the empty lot.
""What's up? You look depressed?" Melanie observed Joey's sombre expression with concern.
"Aw, nothing really, just when we kissed it reminded me of Phoebe," He shrugged his shoulders.
"That's your girlfriend right?"
"Well Fiancé now. I think im gonna go call her while I have the time," Joey skulked off back to his trailer leaving Melanie on her own looking a little rejected and curious about this "Phoebe" he was always talking about. She had her sights set on him, and this girlfriend of his could make trouble. She had to find out just how serious this was.
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Back in Phoebe's apartment Monica was still laying on the sofa sound asleep when the phone started to ring.
At first she couldn't distinguish were the sound was coming from, but as it continued she jumped, fully aware now of what it was.
"Hello?" She asked groggily, wiping the sleep from her eyes while letting out a yawn.
"Hey Mon, its Joey. Is Pheebs there?"
"No, she's at the hospital, for her weeks work experience remember?" Mon let out yet another yawn and sunk back into the couch.
"Oh that's right. Oh well, how is everything? You ok?" Joey scrunched up his face awaiting the answer he was dreading.
"Yeah, I suppose. Things could be better. I take it Phoebe told you everything?"
"Yeah, im so sorry hun. If I had known I would have made him tell you sooner."
"Thanks Joe. I'm ok though. I think im starting to get used to the idea that things aren't going to be the same again." The thought saddened her, but what else was she to do? There was nothing left to do but accept it.
"Just you hang in there ok? Well tell Phoebe I called, and I'll try her again later. See you soon Mon,"
"Bye Joe." Monica hung up and looked around her at the empty apartment. Then something caught her eye, causing fear to bubble in her like a volcano about to erupt.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
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Revenge is Sweet
Disclaimer: I don't own anything to do with friends. Argh.
~*~
Phoebe walked nervously towards the hospitals revolving doors, knots forming in her stomach. She almost didn't go through them, but a last minute spurt of courage pushed her on.
It wasn't just the fact this was a new experience that was making her anxious. But the last time she had gone through those doors she was barely conscious, laying on a stretcher, she could remember very little of it, but what she could remember was the agonising pain in the pit of her stomach as the blood gushed from inside of her.
The flashback caused her to pause momentarily, as she went over the scene in her mind for the hundredth time, but she had to keep going. She had to do this. Not just for herself, but for her daughter, and Joey. She wanted to achieve something in her life and make them proud.
"Can I help you miss?" A woman sitting behind an oversized desk that almost hid her called out, obviously noticing the lost look on Phoebe's face, and motioned her over.
"I'm here for a work placement, on the maternity ward."
"Ah, yes, let me just check my instruction sheet. There are a few of you starting today, all going to different wards." Phoebe smiled, and played with a strand of her hair while she waited.
"Here we are! You must be Phoebe Butler. Well, your supervisor is going to be Staff nurse, Lillian Anderson. Now, if you take the elevator up to the third floor and turn right, I will give her a call just now and tell her you are on your way up so she can collect you," She flashed her a smile and put her head back down to finish the work she had been in the middle of when Phoebe had distracted her.
"Em, sorry to disturb you, again, but my name is Buffay, not Butler."
"Oh, don't worry hun, there's just been a crossed wire somewhere, im sure they will sort it out in a few days." She gave her another smile of reassurance and lifted the phone as Phoebe made her way towards the elevator.
Once up on the third floor she knew exactly where she was. There was no chance of getting lost up here; after all she had spent most of her time staring at the very wall where she now stood.
The familiar little cubicle rooms hadn't changed a bit. The third one in was the room she called home only 7 months previously, the room where she had almost died.
Shivers ran the length of her spine as she realised just how close to death she had been.
She turned her head away and caught sight of a sign above a door to her left. "Visitors and family room". That was the very room where her friends had spent many a sleepless night. Patiently awaiting her recovery.
"You must be Phoebe? Hi I'm Lillian. I'm going to be your mentor, if you want to call it that, for the next 5 days at least." The small blonde woman in her late 50's reached out her hand for Phoebe's and shook it firmly, while she smiled affectionately, trying her best to put Phoebe at ease.
"Hi, its nice to meet you," Phoebe answered somewhat shyly. But as she looked her over she couldn't help but feel she already knew her. She looked so familiar, but she couldn't put her finger on why, after all, she didn't recognise the name? She shrugged it off; if it were important enough she would remember in time.
~*~
"JOEY! COME ON! WE NEED YOU ON SET!" The director held a loud speaker to his mouth and blasted it with all his might towards Joey's trailer in the hope he would finally hear him. He had been calling him for the last 10 minutes with no answer. He knew from talking to his hairdresser that he was on the phone, but as far as he was concerned every wasted minute was money, phone call or no phone call.
"Hey Jack, I'm on my way," Joeys trailer door flew open, and he appeared with his cell still clamped to his ear.
"Listen I need to go, but call me back if you think I can book it for the 2nd. If I'm not here leave a message with my assistant. Ok see'ya." He switched off the cell and threw it back into his mobile home.
Joey ran towards his director, who did not look in the slightest bit amused.
"Ok, lets get this scene in the can as quickly as we can, the sun is coming up and we need it to be dark. So lets roll."
Joey and his leading lady got into their positions and waited on the clapperboard signalling their start.
"I had a great night Lauren, but I really don't think it would be appropriate for me to come in for a coffee. I know that if I get you alone I won't be able to resist you."
Lauren threw her body onto his and kissed him fervently, until the two of them fell through her front door.
"CUT!" The clapperboard slammed closed and Joey and Melanie reappeared.
"That's a wrap guys. We don't need you back for a few hours Joe, so go and finish your call until I come and get you again. Melanie, take a 10 minute tea break then get yourself back on set for the rest of your scenes."
The cast and crew began to disperse, leaving Joey and Melanie standing on the empty lot.
""What's up? You look depressed?" Melanie observed Joey's sombre expression with concern.
"Aw, nothing really, just when we kissed it reminded me of Phoebe," He shrugged his shoulders.
"That's your girlfriend right?"
"Well Fiancé now. I think im gonna go call her while I have the time," Joey skulked off back to his trailer leaving Melanie on her own looking a little rejected and curious about this "Phoebe" he was always talking about. She had her sights set on him, and this girlfriend of his could make trouble. She had to find out just how serious this was.
~*~
Back in Phoebe's apartment Monica was still laying on the sofa sound asleep when the phone started to ring.
At first she couldn't distinguish were the sound was coming from, but as it continued she jumped, fully aware now of what it was.
"Hello?" She asked groggily, wiping the sleep from her eyes while letting out a yawn.
"Hey Mon, its Joey. Is Pheebs there?"
"No, she's at the hospital, for her weeks work experience remember?" Mon let out yet another yawn and sunk back into the couch.
"Oh that's right. Oh well, how is everything? You ok?" Joey scrunched up his face awaiting the answer he was dreading.
"Yeah, I suppose. Things could be better. I take it Phoebe told you everything?"
"Yeah, im so sorry hun. If I had known I would have made him tell you sooner."
"Thanks Joe. I'm ok though. I think im starting to get used to the idea that things aren't going to be the same again." The thought saddened her, but what else was she to do? There was nothing left to do but accept it.
"Just you hang in there ok? Well tell Phoebe I called, and I'll try her again later. See you soon Mon,"
"Bye Joe." Monica hung up and looked around her at the empty apartment. Then something caught her eye, causing fear to bubble in her like a volcano about to erupt.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
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