Monica awoke the next morning. It physically hurt her sometimes to think of how much she loved the man lying beside her and it broke her heart to see him in the condition he was in. She did love the though of playing doctor though. She looked over and watched his stomach rise and fall with each rasped breath he took in. He looked so peaceful yet in so much distress at the same time. Her feelings for him were so overwhelming at the moment. How had she gone so long with just being his friend? It broke her heart to think of how much emotional damage had been done to him as a kid. His parents really screwed him up there for a while. The way he was so scared of commitment, and getting too close for fear that it would all be taken away from him. But she would never do that to him, she wanted to spend the rest of her life with this man. "I love you." Chandler said interrupting Monica's thoughts. She was surprised that he was up. "I love you too. How do you feel?" She responded. "Great, knowing that you're the person I get to wake up to in the morning." He smiled. "Cute, how do you really feel." She demanded playfully. "How do I really feel? Like I was hit by a Mac truck and dragged for thirty miles." Monica responded by kissing his forehead. They just lay there in each other's arms, no words needed, to show their feeling for each other at the moment. Chandler's need to cough jerked them out of the peaceful moment. He sounded like an eighty-five year old man with emphysema as his body wretched with coughing. His eyes began to water with each shaky breath of air. All the while Monica rubbed circles on his back to ease the pain. Once the coughing subsided, he lifted his achy body off the bed and put on his robe. "Where do you think your going mister?" Monica asked accusingly. "This is probably the wrong answer but the living room?" He replied "I don't think so, you need to stay in bed." she said her motherly instinct kicking in. "Can I take a shower?" He pleaded. "Yes, but you march your butt back in here when you done. I'm going to go make you something healthy for breakfast you need to eat something."

Monica was in the kitchen making everyone breakfast, Rachel and Ross came over together and soon Phoebe. Joey sat in his chair watching Sportscenter. Chandler left the bathroom less congested "I can breath!" He demonstrated by breathing in through his nose, immediately resulting in a coughing fit. "Well at least I can breath a little." He stated once the fit was over, and walked over to his chair. The rest of the gang gathered around the TV while they waited for Monica to be done preparing breakfast. Chandler tried to watch the TV but it was making him nauseous, so he leaned his head back on his chair and closed his eyes. He usually loved the smell of Monica's cooking but right now the smell was making him sick to his stomach. Just then Monica exclaimed, "Breakfast is ready." Chandler waited until everyone else got his or her breakfast before he walked over there. "Babe you go sit down I made something special and I'm going to bring it over to you." Monica said. Chandler walked back to his seat not knowing what do; he knew that if he ate whatever Monica gave him it wouldn't be long before he would throw it all up, but on the other hand Monica would be hurt if he didn't eat it. She would take it personally and that just would not be good. "I made you some oatmeal." Monica said. He came to the conclusion that it actually might settle his upset stomach and ate some. Of course he was wrong. With in two minutes of eating it he dropped the spoon and ran to the bathroom expelling the contents in his stomach. "What the hell was that about?" Ross asked "Yea, Mon he didn't look so good maybe you should go see if he is ok." Rachel stated. Monica walked into the bathroom to find Chandler hunched over the toilet, dry heaving. His body obviously exhausted, by the way he was hold himself up. Monica knelt down beside him and rubbed soothing circles on his back. "I'm sorry." Chandler said barely audible. Monica's heart broke at his words. He was sorry? He was the one that was sick and miserable yet he was apologizing. "Don't be sorry sweetie, your sick you don't need to apologize for it." She said. Once Chandler was finished, his body nearly collapsed to the floor, due to exhaustion. "I hate this." He stated on the verge of loosing it. "I know baby." She said. They sat there for a while before Monica finally asked "Do you think you can go to your bed now?" Chandler nodded and lifted his tired body from the floor with some help from Monica. They walked out together and straight to his bedroom with no questions from their friends, they could just ask Monica how he was doing later. Chandler got under his blankets. As Monica set the trash can next to his bed. "I don't want you getting up, Just use this incase." She said. She took out the thermometer and stuck it in his ear, "103.5." She stated. "I'm serious if it's still this high when you wake up I'm taking you to the doctor." "Whatever." He said sleepily. "I love you." She said leaving the room. "Love you too." He replied.

I realize there is not much substance to this story but I promise there will be a bigger plot soon. Please review!