Thanks to those of you who reviewed! I didn't think anyone would come back to my story. It makes me happy when I get reviews! I don't know anything about medical stuff I tied to research on the internet but if its not 100 correct I'm sorry.

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With much persistence from Monica Chandler scheduled an appointment with his doctor for the following day. He didn't want to go but he'd been feeling so sick lately that it probably was not a bad idea to find out what was wrong with him. Today was an especially bad day. He had not come out of his room at all. He did not have the energy to get out of his bed. His whole body ached, and he had horrible stomach cramps that hurt even more when he moved. So he opted to lie in his bed all day. Monica would be at work for at least another two hours so he didn't have to worry about her until then. It was Joey he was waiting for to check on him. Chandler had heard him come in from his audition about an hour ago, and he knew Joey would be wondering where he was.

Surprisingly another half hour went by before the knock came at his door. Chandler opted not to answer hoping Joey would just go away, but he persisted knocking before finally deciding to stick his head in the door to see where his buddy was.

"Chan?" Joey questioned.

"I'm sleeping." Came Chandler's strangled reply.

"Dude it's like 6:30! Did you not go to work again?"

"I feel like shit." There was no way he could hide his current state from anybody he just didn't have the energy to lie.

"I'm worried about you man. I think I should take you to the hospital." Joey made his way into the room and sat on the edge of Chandler's bed.

"That would require effort, and I can't move."

Joey was surprised that his friend didn't jump down his throat for suggesting the hospital.

"If it's that bad I really think we should go. You scared the shit out of me last time you got real sick."

"I'm serious Joe, I can't move" Chandler grew panicked when he couldn't sit up. He coiled into the fetal position and wrapped his arms around his mid section. "It hurts." He managed to slur.

"Jesus Chandler you're burning up!" Joey yelled after feeling the heat radiating off his body.

"Hold on bud, Ross is next door I'm going to go get him."

Chandler just laid there slowly loosing consciousness due to the pain.

What seemed like forever later, which was really less than a minute, Joey came barging into the room, Ross in toe.

"Look at him man, something isn't right. He says he can't move."

"Chandler?" Ross shook Chandler lightly on the shoulder bringing him back in to consciousness. "Can you try to sit up for me?"

He slowly tried to raise himself but halfway through he collapsed back down moaning in pain.

"Should we pick him up?" Joey questioned.

"Go get Phoebe's keys from her and meet me back in here I'm going to carry him."

Chandler's eyes were rolling into the back of his head, and his body started to shake violently.

"I think he's having a seizure!" Ross yelled to Joey as he returned with Phoebe's keys. Chandler's body continued to convulse. "Forget carrying him call 911!"