Mason Park - The Last One
AN: Sorry, I changed the present tense to past tense, I've been writing my new story like this and it's just easier not to have to switch again. I'm rewriting this, I couldn't find the original.
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I felt like I was floating, swimming through the air in a sea of clouds. I was in pain, but I wasn't uncomfortable. It was almost as if the pain needed to be there. It was the most relaxed I had ever been in my life.
I slowly forced my eyes open, not wanting to leave the comfort the darkness provided me with.
I was scared that I would wake to yet another life. A life where I was the only survivor, or one where I had been abandoned by everyone I loved, maybe there isn't much of a difference.
My eyes drifted around the room, it was definitely a hospital.
I could hear silent tears falling to the floor beside my bed, and I turned my head to see who they belonged to.
Joey sat with his head in his hands, his elbows propped up on his knees. He wasn't crying, but his tears still fell. I wanted to reach out and grab hold of him, I had never seen him look so lost in his life.
My throat was scratchy and I was uncertain that I could get a word out. "Joey." I whispered, and took a deep breath before I tried again, he hadn't heard me. "Joe." I said louder, and he lifted his head, his eyes boring straight into my own.
"Chandler." He whispered, almost as if he had just noticed that I was in the room. "Oh my god." He leapt out of his chair and hovered over me, uncertain as to what he should do. "You're here." He smiled and bent down to wrap his arms around me as gingerly as he could.
I lifted my arm to pat him on the back. "Hey, man." I didn't know where I was, I didn't know anything really, my life seemed like so much of a gamble lately that I just didn't care.
Joey backed away, taking deep breaths through the smile on his face. "I gotta go get the doctor, I'll be back in a second, I promise." He paused when he got to the door and looked at me for a few seconds. "It's good to see you again."
He left the room and I shook my head to try and clear the fog. How long had I been out?
The doctor came in to check a few things but said almost nothing. "I'll let your friends explain everything to you." He smiled and walked out of the room, just like that. Some doctors really are strange.
Joey came back in the room a few minutes later with Ross, Phoebe, Rachel, and Monica in tow. My heart jumped when I saw the baby carrier in Monica's hand. Had I really been out that long that she had her baby already?
Rachel and Phoebe ran over to me right away with tears pouring down their cheeks. They both gave me very light hugs, afraid to hurt me, before backing off a little so Ross and Monica could come over. Ross patted me on the chest with a smile on his face, he almost looked like he was about to cry.
Monica handed the baby carrier to Joey, who was right behind her, and rushed to my side with the most emotional look on her face that I had ever seen, I couldn't really decipher what it meant.
"Oh, baby." She cried and wrapped her arms around my neck. I wasn't quite sure what this meant. I wrapped my arms around her the best I could and told her that I was fine. "I was so scared. We didn't know if you were ever gonna wake up, and I didn't think I could raise this baby on my own. I'm so sorry you missed the birth."
Excuse me? Did I hear her correctly? Was she implying that this was my child? My son?
I glanced at the baby with the bright blue eyes and looked questioningly back up at Monica. "What?" I whispered.
"I had the baby early. I guess the accident... I don't know. But he's here, and he's healthy. I just wish you could have been with me when he came."
Well, he definitely had to be mine now. "How--how long have I been out?" I looked around to all of them, waiting for an answer that nobody wanted to give me.
Joey looked around to everybody also, wondering who was going to answer. He stepped forward a few feet and rested the carrier on my bed. "Two months." He said it so quietly I almost didn't hear him.
"What's the date?"
"March 3rd."
"..what year?"
For this one, he looked at everybody else in the room again, most likely wondering if I had lost my math skills as well.
"2004." He said, unsure of what was going on in my head.
2004. Not 2005. It was all a dream? But it was so...real.
The little baby started to fuss and Monica grabbed him out of his carrier before he could turn it into full blown crying. As she rocked him back and forth, I couldn't help but stare. She was right, she did make a terrific mother, it was her true calling.
She smiled down at him, and then down at me, once he had stopped, and sat on the edge of the bed.
She leaned over to hand him to me, and when I looked at her uneasily, she nodded her head in encouragement.
I carefully settled him against my chest and looked down into his big round eyes, and I just knew.
It was all a dream.
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The End
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