Chandler's POV-two days after the last chapter
I have lied to Monica for fifteen more weeks now about Rachel. I knew Rachel is going to die, everyone knows it. No one will say it out loud.
I stared at Rachel lying on the bed. Monica grabs my hand.
"Chandler she's not going to die, is she?"
"Yes, Monica she is."
"No, she's not. She is not going to die, because she can't die. She is going to be fine, because she has to be fine…"
"No, Mon. She may be gone any second now."
"Chandler, you promised."
"Honey, I didn't know what else to do."
"How about keep your promises."
"Monica, I'm sorry."
"Yeah okay, Chandler, oh and by the way, I told Emma that Rachel is going to be fine."
"Monica…"
She stops for a moment.
"I told her the truth."
"You told her what you want the truth to be…"
"The truth can be anything we make out to be. And Chandler, in my "truth" Rachel survives."
"Monica," I hug her, and look straight into her eyes, "Go home, get some sleep, and cleanup the apartment."
"I don't feel like cleaning and I don't want to go home."
"Okay at least lay down in the waiting room."
"No."
Emma is tugging on Monica's robe and crying silent tears. Her eyes look exactly like Rachel's. Dr. Jones comes up to us. Phoebe hits the arm of her seat three times on one side and then three times again. And Dr. Jones says;
"It's an infection of the kidneys…"
"None of us can donate?" Phoebe asks.
"No," Dr. Jones said, "You have to say goodbye now."
For a moment, I hear nothing. I can't even cry. And then Joey starts to cry, then Ross, then Monica and I. Phoebe does not cry.
"Uncle Chandler," Emma says, "Aunt Monica lied, it's not good to lie."
"What did Aunt Monica lie about Sweetie?" I ask, knowing the answer.
"She said that Mommy wasn't going to die…"
And to this I have no answer too.
"Will Mommy stay in the pink guest room when she visits?"
"Sweetie, Mommy, is not coming back. You won't see her until you get to Heaven."
"Can I take a vacation to Heaven?" she asks.
"No,"
"Why?"
"Because no one knows where it is…"
"So can I call Mommy?"
"No."
She changes the subject;
"I'm learning how to read. Mommy says I'm very smart."
"Yes, you are." I say.
"How do you spell Heaven…" she asks.
"H-E-A-V-E-N…."
"So Mommy's going to be in Heaven?"
"Yeah, she is…"
I hear Dr. Jones call Monica's name;
"Monica Geller, I need to see in my office, it's very important…"
And for a moment I fear the worst, because the night before I had a dream I was losing Monica too.
