Monica was stunned by Chandler's reaction and followed him into his room.
"What the hell was that about?" She demanded.
" It's things like that! What you just said" He answered
" Like that?" She asked sarcastically growing more frustrated by the minute.
"See? Why do you treat me like I'm invalid or something? You act like I don't know how to take care of myself. You don't have to make every decision for me."
"Well sometimes you don't do what's best for yourself." She defended.
"Why Monica? Why do I always have to defend myself around you? I mean it's like I need constant supervision!" He said getting worked up.
"But you're sick and I'm just looking out for you." She said angrily,
"You just need to lay off me!" He said immediately regretting his words when he saw the look on her face.
She looked at him, obviously hurt by his words, then turned to leave.
Chandler was too tired to go after her; he went to sleep with plans to work things out with Monica first thing tomorrow morning.
Chandler woke up in a hot sweat. He threw the blankets off his sticky body, rolled over and looked at the clock, it read 9:30.
He moaned, his head pounding, just when he thought he might be feeling a little better.
His throat was dry and sore so he got up to go to the kitchen to get a drink of water. He was immediately taken over by a wave of nausea. He brushed it off and headed to the kitchen. Joey was in the living room with Ross watching a movie.
"Hey man feeling better?" Joey asked.
Chandler swallowed hard trying to fight the urge to throw up, and just shook his head. He braced himself on the counter, the room was spinning. He felt like he was going to pass out.
"Seriously man are you ok you look like you're going to faint." Ross moved towards his friend. "Come here and sit down." He said.
He took hold of his arm and practically carried him to the couch. By this point Chandler could barely stand let alone walk. His head was clouded, he felt as if his body was floating, and he couldn't figure out where he was.
Ross looked at Joey worried. "Chandler." He said. "Chandler look at me." It was if Chandler couldn't hear anything. He just stared at him blankly.
"What should we do?" Joey asked looking at Ross.
"Umm get his coat, I think we should take him to a doctor or something." He replied frantically.
Joey and Ross sat in the waiting room of the ER. Chandler had been seen immediately, After about twenty minutes of waiting the doctor came out and walked over to the guys.
"Are you here with Mr. Bing?" The Doctor questioned.
"Yes we are." Ross answered. "How is he?"
"He's going to be just fine."
"Well what's wrong with him, because he didn't look just fine an hour ago." Ross was starting to get angry.
"No it was a very good thing you brought him in. He had a very high fever that could have been fatal if you hadn't." He told them.
"Really?" Ross calmed down.
"So can he come home?" Joey asked hopefully.
"Were going to keep him here for observation. We want to make sure his fever goes down all the way. He was also slightly dehydrated so we want to get him some fluid."
"Can we see him?"
"Sure, he's sleeping now and probably wont wake up until tomorrow but you may go in."
"Thank you doctor." Ross replied.
I don't want you to think this is one of those Chandler is really sick so Monica will forgive him stories that's not where I want to go with this. It will be more interesting soon I promise please update!