Sorry i haven't updated in a while

Dreams coming true - 3

They all sat in silence, waiting for news. Monica felt numb as she sat in Ross' protective arms, she couldn't believe this was happening. They were meant to grow old with each, have children, have grandchildren and maybe great grandchildren. He couldn't die before their first baby was born. Her hand strayed to her stomach, thinking about their unborn child for the first time, she couldn't to this on her own, she need to him there.

"Where's Joey?" Phoebe asked.

Everyone looked around, for the first time noticing he wasn't there.

"I dunno…" Ross frowned.

"I think he needs some time on his own…" Rachel said, "he was really upset earlier…."

The silence returned as they were all lost in deep thought again. They all jumped up when the doctor walked in.

"How is he?" Ross asked.

"Well, we've managed to re-start his heart again," the Doctor explained and they all let out a sigh of relief.

"So he's going to be okay?"

"I'm sorry…" he started, "but Chandler's heart had stopped for a long time, which cause his brain to be starved of oxygen…"

"What?" Ross cut in, with disbelieve, "are you saying that he's brain dead?"

"No, no…" The doctor replied quickly, noticing the 4 of them all go white with horror, "but there is a possibility of that…"

"A possibility?" Monica repeated, in a shaky voice, "so there's a possibility he'll be okay?"

"Oh yes, yes there is…" The Doctor nodded, "I have to tell you though, your husband may never wake up…"

"What?" Rachel cried out.

"Like before, we're supporting his breathing, the machines are keeping him alive…." He explained, "but like I said, there's a chance he can wake up with minimum damage…."

They waited for some kind of response from them but received none. He smiled sadly and walked out, leaving them with some privacy.

Joey pushed the door to central perk, finding it was locked. He slumped down onto the step and placed his head in his hands, his whole body shook with grief.

Her jumped when he heard a noise behind him. He saw Gunther locking the door.

"Sorry, I didn't realise, how late it was…" Joey explained his presence.

Gunther nodded and held the door slightly wider, inviting him in.

"How's Chandler?" He asked, he had seen the accident. He felt quite close to the group of 6 best friends. He may not have known a lot about them but they had be coming to the coffee house for years and sitting on that same orange couch, each time.

"They operated on his brain…" Joey shrugged, "I don't know much else…."

"Oh…" Gunther said glumly, "I'm sorry…"

"Yeah, so am I…" Joey looked around the dark coffee house, "I'd better get going, leave you to clean up and all…"

"You can stay if ya like…" He offered, "have a coffee or something…"

Joey hesitated for a moment before he nodded, "yeah thanks…"

He moved to sit on the couch and Gunther handed him, his drink then went off to finish cleaning, leaving Joey thinking about all the times they'd been in Central Perk.

"He's going to be okay, right?" Monica broke the silence as she and Rachel sat in the waiting room, after Ross and Phoebe left to get some coffee and food.

"Oh, of course he is…" Rachel reassured her, "this is Chandler…he's a fighter!"

"Yeah," Monica nodded in a agreement, there was silence for another couple of seconds before she added, "I can't do this on my own, Rach…he's gotta be okay!"

"He will be!" She told her, hugging, "and anyway, you would never be on your own…"

"You don't understand!" Monica cried quietly, "Why now…just when things were beginning to go right…" "Mon…"

"Why today? He doesn't even know…it was our dream and he doesn't even know…he can't die without knowing…."

"Know what?" Rachel frowned, as Monica cried harder in her arms. "Oh my god, you're not pregnant, are you?"

Monica couldn't speak, she slowly nodded her head.

"Oh, that's great!" Rachel said, excitedly but then her smile faded when her friend never said anything. "It is great, isn't it?"

"Yeah….no…I don't know…" Monica stuttered, collapsing into one of the chairs behind her.

"What's wrong?" Rachel asked, sitting next her, taking her hand.

"The way this is happening…" A single tear slowly rolled down her cheek, "we should be at home now, celebrating…"

"You will be able to celebrate." Rachel interrupted her, "just a little later."

"What if he dies, Rach?" She asked, "what if he dies, he'll never know that he was going to be a father. Our child won't know their dad…"

"He's not going to die!" Tear began to blur Rachel's vision too.

"I never knew how much he wanted children up until Emma was born," She admitted, "he was so excited about it, he used to tell me what they would like all the time…."

"Mon…"

"First a boy…he would be a mixture of both us… my eyes, Chandler's smile…" She explained, she took a deep breath before continuing. "He use to always say that all our kids would have my determination and obsessions with cleaning and winning but would have his sense of humour…"

"Wow, little kids running around cleaning and cracking sarcastic jokes, that's kinda of scary…" Rachel added, trying to ease the depressing tension that was in the room. She was glad to see Monica smile.

"He wanted twin girls after that and he said that they had to look just like me…" She beginning to break down again, tears flowing quickly down her face, "and then he wanted another boy…."

"Oh Mon…" Rachel pulled her back into her arms, letting go of her own emotions.

"What if we don't get to have that?"

"You will, Mon…" She told her, "you will have your dream…you and Chandler…"

There was flashing lights and people everywhere. Joey tried to push he's way through the crowed, no one moved, all of them start rooted to the spot. Once he'd reached the front, there was an empty space, blood everywhere. He frowned, looking around, desperately searching for someone, when his eyes landed on him. He was sat on the side of the road, staring back at him.

"Chandler?" Joey called out, making his way to him. "Hey, man you alright?"

Chandler, stared up at his friend, tears running silently down his face.

"Chandler, what's wrong?" Joey asked, reaching out to touch his shoulder. He jumped back, shocked, when he felt his hand go right through him. He looked back to Chandler but he was gone.

"Chandler?!" Joey called out, looking around but he couldn't see him, "Chandler?!"

He noticed that all the people had gone to and he was lone. The rain poured down on him and the cold wind wiped around him, send chills through his body. He pulled his jacket tighter around him.

He then noticed that he wasn't in the street any more, he moved forwards, curious to where he was when he tipped and land on the wet and muddy grass. He groaned as he looked down at his dirty clothes and stood up, looking at the stone he had tripped over. He frowned and then reached to rub of some of the dirt so he could see what it said.

He slowly sat back down the ground as he read it again.

'Chandler M Bing. Died May 2nd 2003. Will be missed by Mother, Father, Wife and Friends. May you rest in peace.'

Joey place his head in his hand and racked his fingers through his hair.

"No…no…no…" His voice becoming more louder and distressed, "NO NO NO!!!!"

"NO…NO!!!" Joey sat up quickly, breathing deeply. He looked around, realising he was sat on the couch in Central Perk. He sat confused for a seconded before it all came back to him. The accident…being at the hospital… Gunther letting him into the coffee house, even though it was closed.

He looked around and noticed Gunther sleeping in one of the chairs near the window. Joey got up, quickly wrote a message down on Gunther's notebook, before leaving. He had to check on Chandler.

Gunther opened his eyes when he heard the door close, he's eye rested on the paper in front of him. It simply said:

'Thank you! Joey'

He smiled slightly before getting up, locking the door and heading home.

Joey swallowed the lump that raised in his throat as he walked down the corridor of the hospital. Everything was silent, the only sound that could be heard was his own footsteps.

When he reached his friend's room he saw, Ross, Phoebe and Rachel asleep outside.

Phoebe was starched out on three chairs, occasionally mumbling something in her sleep.

Ross and Rachel were leaning against each other. Rachel with her head on his shoulder and Ross with his head resting on top of her's.

He smiled sadly before pushing open the door to Chandler's room.

Tear burned in his eyes, when he saw the sight before him. There was machine everywhere, beeping…keeping him alive.

He slowly and quietly walked around the other side of the bed, trying not to wake Monica, who was sat in a chair next him, with her head on the hand and one hand gently holding his.

"Oh god, Chandler…" Joey found himself whispering, letting the tears flow freely down his face. "You gotta get through this…please…"

There was no response. Joey took Chandler's other hand into his own.

"Please, Chandler…we need you.. Monica needs…. I need you…" He told him, he wiped away some of the tears, before adding quietly, "Please…"

He jumped back, when he felt a light pressure on his hand.

"Chandler!?" He asked, louder. "Chandler, can you hear me?"

Monica lifted her head up and looked at Joey.

"What's going on?"

"He squeezed my hand!" He told her.

"What?"

"I was talking to him and he squeezed my hand!!"

"Are you sure?"

"Yes!" Joey told her.

"Chandler?" Monica looked at her husband, trying to get some kind of answer, "Chandler?"

"I swear, he did it!" Joey told her, after failing to get another response.

"I believe you…" Monica gave him a small smile. She squeezed Chandler's hand and leant down and kissed his forehead, whispering, "I love you…"