Joey's POV-five days later

I don't know too much about sickness and how to act around Rachel.

"Remember when we all went to Vegas?" I asked Rachel, because I knew if I didn't talk about something else, she would start talking about Breast cancer.

She smiles a wistful sad smile. "Oh yeah, that was interesting."

"You and Ross got drunk and had sex." I grin a little.

She puts up her hand to stop me.

"We didn't have sex."

"I'm seeing right now, Oh, good god Rachel."

"We got married."

"And you were on a break." I laugh, to try to make Rachel mad.

"We were on a break."

"You totally broke up." I try to fight with her; to rake away the pain of reality.

"Shut up."

"Hah, no comebacks." I say.

"Are you trying to make things easier?"

"No. You weren't on a break."

"Joey, arguing with me will not make this any easier. If I die, you'll hurt either way."

"Rachel…" my heart irks, and I remember what Phoebe said.

"I know you're an actor and stuff, but you can't just pretend it away."

"But everything is going to be okay." I say.

"But what if it's not, then what? The chemotherapy only has a 65 of working, my chances are even lower. They're more like 40."

"I love you Rachel."

"I know, Joey. I know you're new to this cancer stuff, but you have to be strong."

I have to be strong. Life isn't just "How you doin's?" and dating gorgeous girls and going to the filming of DOOL (Day's Of Our Lives.). Life is strength, life is for your friends, life is pain and life is real.

That was the night I had noticed that everyday she was at my apartment she cuddled with my bedtime penguin pal Hugsy. And that was the night I gave Hugsy to Rachel.

Life is also about the tiny or great sacrifices you make for a friend.