Setting: After Ross says Rachel, Emily locks herself in the bathroom and Ross pleads with her to come out…

It was the worst thing that could possibly have happened.

'Emily,' Ross called from outside the bathroom door. He wasn't getting any responses any more. Did that mean she was listening? He had been left alone, so that he could try appealing to her in private. How could he have said what he did? He felt like banging his head against the wall. He'd talked her into marriage and then talked her into not postponing the wedding after the church had been demolished.

He'd been surprised by Rachel turning up like that, he really had been – how could he have shown his surprise by blurting out her name just then. Yes, he'd been thinking about her – why had she changed her mind? There didn't seem to be a reason. Not that he was unhappy about it. It wouldn't have been right if she hadn't been there, that was for sure, that was why he had wanted her invited over Emily's reluctance. Oh my God, he thought. There was that.

He called into the bathroom again,

'Sweetie, please come out. I love you, you're the only one I want to spend the rest of my life with.' Suddenly there a scream from inside the bathroom. Ross registered that it sounded a little far away, but the urgent thing was to get to Emily.

'Emily!' he yelled out, ramming the door with his shoulder. 'What's wrong? What's happened, speak to me! Emily!'

'Hey,' Chandler said running up to Ross, 'What's going on?'

'Something's happened to Emily, I heard her scream, help me break the door down.' Chandler helped him and suddenly the door gave way to their pressure. They skidded as they tried to stop themselves charging to far into the room.

'Where – ' Chandler said, because the room was quite empty. But Ross noticed it first – the bathroom window was wide open.

'Emily!' He ran to the window and yelped in surprise. 'Oh sweetie!' Outside, on the path, lay his bride, looking up at him, white faced and dazed. 'She's outside, she must have fallen,' Ross said, over his shoulder to Chandler, 'I'm coming, Emily!' Ross announced to Emily, and before Chandler could suggest something else, like walking, or perhaps running outside, via the front door, Ross had gone through the window. Too late, Chandler saw Ross's foot catch on the edge of the window. There was another scream from Emily and a cry from Ross. As Chandler rushed to the window, he realised that Monica, Joey and Rachel were with him in the bathroom. Crowded at the window, they saw Ross on the ground, with Emily underneath him. 'Oh sweetie I'm sorry,' Ross was saying, moving off her body. They wondered why Emily did and said nothing, but as Ross moved aside, they saw that she was clutching at her right wrist, gasping in pain. Monica said, in horror,

'We'd better get help, that looks broken.' Monica moved away from the window. 'I'll get help.' Rachel stayed, although she wasn't sure whether she should.

'Are you okay?' Chandler and Joey could hear Ross ask Emily. They could hear a very wobbly,

'No.' Ross was also holding his right wrist.

'Better make that two,' Chandler murmured, although Monica had already disappeared.

'Get a doctor!' Ross called. 'We've both got broken wrists.'

'Oh my God,' Rachel said. 'Can it get any worse?' Whatever she'd wanted to have happen, this certainly wasn't it.

'It'll be okay,' Joey said, 'Doctors are good at that kind of stuff.'

'I shouldn't have come,' Rachel moaned. 'I should have stayed with Phoebe.'

'Rach, it's not your fault,' Joey said.

'This would never have happened if it wasn't for me!' Rachel said.

'What's going on here?' Emily's father demanded. He was standing at the doorway, looking a little unsteady, as though he was already drunk. 'What's happened to this door? They're ready for the waltz.'

'Er,' Chandler said, 'I'm sorry Mr Waltham but I think your daughter has broken her wrist.'

'Her what?'

'Wrist,' Chandler said, shaking his own right wrist. 'She, er, fell out the window.'

'How on earth did she fall out of the window?' Mr Waltham asked incredulously. 'Did that man push her.'

'No he didn't, she did it all by herself,' Chandler said quickly.

'Hurry up and get a doctor!' Ross called from outside, which seemed to break Emily's father out of his abstraction.

'He's hurt too,' Rachel said.

'Good!' Emily's father said. 'This is all his fault. And that Rachel whoever she is.'

'What's going on darling?' Emily's stepmother said, having joined the crowd in the bathroom. 'I hope I'm not interrupting anything,' she said, managing to imply the worst. 'The waltz is due to start.'

'Emily's got a broken wrist,' Mr Waltham said, pushing past his wife. 'I'm going to help her.'

'Well,' Mrs Waltham said, looking puzzled. 'She can still use her legs can't she?' As one, Chandler, Joey and Rachel pushed their way out of the room.

At the hospital, it was found that not only was Emily's right wrist broken, it needed an operation to stabilise the bones so that they would heal properly. Ross was at first relieved to find that his wrist was not broken, only sprained, but was told that although he needed no surgery, he too would have to have his wrist immobilised in a splint.

'It could have been worse,' his father said. 'If it was the other way around, you'd have to pay the for the cost of an operation. Seeing as she's a British citizen, she gets treated for free.' Ross glared at him. 'So have you fixed things up with her yet?'

'No.' That worried him. He'd wanted to, more than anything. He had told her how much he loved her, but she had been too preoccupied with pain and intermittent nausea. He had also not been thinking straight, with his own pain and with hers as well. Now he wasn't in very much pain and he had a chance to think about the situation. He leaned back in his chair in the waiting room and closed his eyes, wishing his problems would go away. He'd wondered before if things could get any worse. He shouldn't have.