and the chapters keep getting longer and longer! Phew i wrote this one quick, decided to save the medical mumbo jumbo til the next chapter hehe, i decided to get some quality 'friends' stuff before the bombshell if ya know what i mean! So please enjoy, and i promise i will update soon! Please read and reveiw! And ignore any little mistakes, i wrote this in just over an hour, with people talking to me!

I dont own friends/actors/characters, but i do have Matt Perry fever!


Phoebe was feeling a strong sense of déjà vu.

She was sitting in an unbelievably uncomfortable chair with her friends, waiting for news about Chandler. But this time, they weren't waiting to find out how his appointment with Dr Mackenzie had gone. They were waiting to find out what the hell was going on.

Phoebe had been massaging one of her favourite clients; Mrs. Harris, an elderly woman who had lost her husband the year before. She had been enjoying chatting to Mrs. Harris and had been interrupted by her phone ringing. On the other end was Joey; his voice panicked and shrill. Phoebe had been able to make out the words Chandler, hospital and hurry. From that she had been able to work out that something was wrong with Chandler, he was in the hospital and that she should get there as soon as possible.

So Phoebe had apologised to Mrs. Harris, telling her that she had a family emergency. That wasn't far from the truth. Besides her grandma - who had passed away only weeks ago - and Ursula, Phoebe had not had much of a family for a long time. She considered her friends her family and Chandler like a younger brother.

That's what she had told Mrs. Harris as she had ushered the lady out the door. The elderly woman had asked her what sort of family emergency and Phoebe had said that her little brother was very sick.

Phoebe's heart ached at the thought of that. She had thought that the dreams were a gift, but had begun to doubt that as they got worse and worse. Now, she didn't believe that at all. Chandler could have died today. How could she have thought the dreams were a gift?

She had been so stupid, thinking that. And now Chandler was in that little room, lying on that bed, and all she could think was why? Why was this happening to him? To them? They were family, so whatever hurt one, hurt the rest. Phoebe chewed her lip anxiously, staring at her trembling hands. She should have seen this coming. She usually predicted things like this, but now it seemed her skills had failed her. Chandler was the one that predicted things now. Phoebe sighed. She wished that it had happened to her instead. She was used to seeing terrible things in dreams; she could have prepared for it. And she was sure that if it had happened to her, she wouldn't be this scared.

Phoebe glanced around the room at her friends. Joey wasn't there; it was his turn to sit with Chandler. Rachel had been first. That should have surprised her, but it didn't. Phoebe may not have been predicting things, but she could still see things that others did not. There had been something between Rachel and Chandler for a long time; much longer then Monica had loved him.

Joey had been slightly put off when Rachel had gone first. He was slow on the uptake sometimes, Phoebe mused to herself. He didn't realise what was going on between the two. Monica had taken him aside and talked quietly with him, and Joey had returned looking less annoyed. He had even given Rachel a small smile as they had passed in the hallway; Rachel leaving Chandler's room, Joey entering.

Phoebe's gaze settled on Rachel. She was flipping through a People magazine, but Phoebe knew that she wasn't reading it. She watched as Rachel's lower lip began to tremble, and she covered her mouth with her right hand. Monica reached over and took Rachel's free hand, squeezing it gently.

Monica was terrified and devastated; the thought of losing Chandler lingering in her mind. Throughout the entire time Chandler had been having these dreams, that thought had never entered her mind. She knew that he thought he was losing his mind, and that had worried her. She had wondered if he was going crazy; climbing the walls as he had put it. She had worried that he was losing his mind, but had never thought once that he might lose his life too. What troubled Monica even more was that she wasn't sure which was worse; losing his mind or his life? She sighed and glanced over at Ross.

Ross couldn't believe it. He had been enjoying the afternoon at Carol's and Susan's, playing with his son. The thought of Chandler had finally left his mind, but it had come rushing back with one phone call. Ross had never heard Joey's voice like that, and he had fled to the hospital, after taking a quick moment to explain to Carol and say goodbye to Ben.

Ross should have figured out that this might have happened. He was meant to be the smart one of the group. He should have come up with a hundred different possibilities as to why his friend was hurting so much. But Ross had chosen not to, because he knew that out of those hundred different possibilities, not one ended with a happy ending. He should have thought; maybe if he had, they would have taken Chandler to the hospital earlier, and the seizure would never have happened.

Ross sighed. Headaches, blood noses, audio hallucinations and now seizures. He could think of a few possibilities as to what they meant, but tried to ignore them. He especially tried to ignore the one that was pushing its way through all the others, demanding to be taken notice of. If Ross ignored it, then maybe it wasn't true.

He glanced at Rachel, wondering what she was thinking about.

Rachel was replaying 'The Lion King' in her head, desperate to take her mind off Chandler. Why she had chosen that particular movie she wasn't sure. Maybe it was because it had cheered her up when she was feeling down. Rachel didn't know. What she did know was that it wasn't working. Chandler kept pushing his way into her head. God she wished she could stop thinking about him. It hurt so much.

She had felt so helpless, watching his body convulse. For a moment, she had thought they were going to lose him. And then the moment had passed, and she hadn't known what to think. She still didn't. All she knew was that she was terrified.

She sighed, glancing up at the door for Room 217, Chandler's room. She wished that she was back in there, but knew that Joey had as much right to sit with him; possibly even more. He was Chandler's best friend after all. But still, she wished that she was in there, looking after him. She wondered if Chandler was awake, or if he was sleeping. She hoped that if he was, it was a dreamless sleep. But once again, she knew that was unlikely. The dreams were like a cancer, and it seemed that no matter what they tried, they would never be able to remove the cancer. Rachel stared miserably at the door. It hurt her that she didn't know what was happening.

Was he dreaming? Was Nicole dying once more, or was it someone new. Rachel sighed. She wouldn't find out the answer for a while, she knew that. She glanced up at Phoebe, who was also staring at the door.

They needed to know what was going on in there.

The blade penetrated her chest with a sickening thud, and came with more pain then Nicole had ever thought was possible. She screamed as loud as she could muster, which turned out as a choked gasp. The blade had pierced her lung, and she could feel both her oxygen and her life slipping away.

Something warm was running down her chin, and her throat was burning and bubbling with a thick liquid. She was coughing up blood, she realised.

"Help me," Nicole whispered pitifully. "Help me."

Chandler awoke with a gasp, his eyes immediately taking in his surroundings. The only thing that looked familiar was Joey, who looked relieved.

"Hey," Joey said softly, his voice thick with emotion.

"Joey," Chandler croaked, staring at his friend in confusion. He cleared his throat then continued. "What…"

"You're in the hospital," Joey explained gently. Chandler frowned, perplexed.

"I-I had a headache?" he asked, slowly remembering. Joey nodded.

"Yeah, while we were watching Die Hard," he said quietly. Chandler shook his head.

"You don't go to hospital for a headache." His voice was still hoarse, thick with sleep.

"No," Joey agreed.

"Then what…"

"You had a seizure," Joey explained quickly. Chandler stared at his friend, taking a moment to register what he had said.

"Because of the dreams?" he asked after a beat.

"We don't know," Joey admitted. "The doctors have run a few tests; taking some blood and stuff. They also did one of those CAT scan thingies and something called a MRI. They think that maybe there is something wrong with your brain, and that's what is causing the dreams and headaches. And seizure."

"Seizure," Chandler muttered. "Epilepsy?" Joey frowned. He didn't like the way that Chandler was talking; the way his sentences were clipped and stilted. Chandler usually spoke well, with his sentences flowing into one another. That was not the case here, and it had Joey worried.

"I don't know man, they're looking into it," he said softly. Chandler nodded, closing his eyes.

"Nicole died again," he whispered. Joey nodded, smiling grimly.

"I know; you seemed a bit uneasy just before you woke up. I assumed you were having another dream."

"How long?"

"Have you been here?" Chandler inclined his head. "About five hours. They did a lot of tests on you, and they only let us start seeing you about an hour ago. Rachel was in first, and then me."

"The girls," Chandler murmured. "They were there."

"When you had the seizure?" Joey asked, stumbling a bit over the word 'seizure'. He didn't like saying it; he didn't want it to be true.

"Yeah….they okay?"

"They're worried," Joey said softly. "But I think they are okay. The others are in the waiting room." Chandler nodded, his eyes fluttering shut.

"Tired," he whispered. Joey nodded forlornly. He hated seeing Chandler like this.

"Go back to sleep," he instructed. "Hopefully we will have some answers when you wake up."

Joey watched as Chandler quickly drifted off to sleep; his breathing becoming slow and even. He leaned back in his chair, rubbing his face tiredly.

He hated this.

Chandler opened his eyes a while later and he glanced around the room once again. Monica had replaced Joey, and she was dozing in the chair. Chandler turned his attention to the machine next to him. He didn't understand what a lot of the things meant, but he did figure out that his pulse was pretty strong. Chandler was thankful for that. He looked down at his hand, surprised to find an IV drip attached to him. Chandler didn't like needles much, so he was glad that he had been unconscious when that had been put in. He wasn't sure exactly why it was in there though. To his knowledge they were only put in patients who were dehydrated or in a coma or something like that. Maybe his fluid intake was low. Or maybe he was wrong and they put them in all patients. He wasn't sure why he was dwelling on it; he didn't really care why it was in there. He wanted it out though.

His mind wandered back to when Joey had been there. He remembered his head had felt so fuzzy, and he couldn't think straight. He couldn't even get out coherent sentences without getting confused. Chandler assumed that the hospital had given him some crazy drug that had that effect. He was glad that he could think straight now though, he had some thinking to do.

A seizure. He had had a god damn seizure. That was one thing Chandler had never expected to happen. It was one thing that Chandler had hoped would never happen. Seizures usually meant that there was something wrong with his brain, which was never a good thing.

If it was epilepsy, that was okay. It would be hard to deal with but he would get through it. There was a way to treat epilepsy. He could most likely think of a lot of other reason's why he had had a seizure, and it was likely that they wouldn't be as easy to treat.

He frowned, a sudden thought entering his mind. What if it was something fatal? What if he died? Chandler's breath hitched in his throat at the thought, and the small noise caused Monica to stir.

"Hey! You're awake again," she said happily.

"Hi," Chandler said in a small voice. Monica smiled slightly, taking his unoccupied hand. Chandler glanced once more at the other hand; he wanted that thing out of him.

"It's just a precaution," Monica explained, following his gaze. Chandler nodded, still annoyed with the so called 'precaution'.

"So, I had a seizure," Chandler said in a conversational tone.

"So, you do remember talking to Joey," she said nodding. "He wasn't sure if you would. Said that you were a bit out of it." Chandler laughed flatly.

"Yeah, I think they pumped me full of some crazy drugs," he muttered.

"How are you feeling?" Monica asked after a beat. Chandler shrugged. He didn't really know how he was feeling.

"I'm not sure," he said softly after a moment's silence. "It's weird. I feel like I should be in pain or something, and I really don't think I am. My head still feels a bit spacey though."

"Well, doesn't it always feel like that?" Monica joked. Chandler laughed; a real laugh this time.

"You have a point there," he muttered, still smiling. He paused for a moment, then turned to face Monica, a serious expression on his face. "I'm scared Mon."

"I know sweetie; we all are," Monica soothed. "But you just have to remember that we are here for you. Whatever happens, we are not gonna leave you. We will beat this, I promise."

Chandler nodded, squeezing her hand gently.

"Thanks Mon," he whispered.

"Anytime." Monica reached over and straightened out Chandler's covers, then started fluffing his pillows.

"What are you doing?" Chandler asked.

"Just making you more comfortable."

"I'm fine Mon."

Monica laughed lightly, leaning back in her seat. "I know; I'm just being obsessive again." Chandler grinned and opened his mouth to reply.

"Mr Bing?" Chandler and Monica looked up to find a pretty redhead standing in the doorway. Chandler guessed that she was only a couple of years older then him.

"Dr Phillips," Monica greeted. Chandler raised his eyebrows in surprise. She was a doctor?

"Hello Monica," the doctor said, smiling warmly. "Mr Bing, I'm Dr Phillips, but you can call me Sarah if you like." Chandler nodded, smiling back. He liked her already. Although, he wasn't sure if he would in a minute, if she was here to be the bearer of bad news.

"Well, if I can call you Sarah then you can call me Chandler." Dr Phillip's smile grew wider.

"It's a deal. Monica, could you go and bring your friends in? I'm sure they will want to hear this too," she said, then frowned. "If that's alright with you Chandler?"

"Of course, I would tell them straight away anyway," Chandler said as Monica quickly walked out the room.

"I thought that would be the case," Dr Phillips said softly. Chandler smiled, glancing at the folder in her hand.

"You…you know what's wrong with me?" he asked nervously. She nodded.

"Yes; you sure you want to wait till the other's arrive?" Chandler frowned, then nodded. He had a feeling that it was bad news, and he knew that he would need his friends support.

"I have a feeling I will need them," Chandler said softly. Dr Phillips smiled again, but nothing on her face indicated that he was right.

"Chandler!" he looked up at the sound of his name being called, and smiled.

"Hey guys," he said softly as his friends entered the room. Greetings were exchanged between them, Chandler and the doctor, before the others sat down around his bed.

Rachel smiled warmly from her spot on the bed. She was sitting on one side; Joey on the other, while the other three had pulled up chair.

"How are you?" Rachel whispered.

"I don't really know," he whispered back. "I'm kinda nervous." Rachel nodded, and took his hand. He smiled, then glanced at Joey, who patted him on the shoulder.

"Okay Chandler, we did a lot of tests while you were unconscious; MRI's, CAT scan, etc. We also did some blood work and such," Dr Phillips explained. Chandler nodded, wishing she would get to the point already. The doctor must have sensed his impatience because she jumped right to the point.

"There is no use beating round the bush; I might as well get straight to the point," she said, smiling grimly.

"Chandler, you have a brain tumour."