Whew, I was so stuck on this story, and then suddenly I got inspiration...still don't know where the hell it is going, so I'm as clueless as ya'all, but oh well! Now, I need help. It would be nice if someone could pitch a Doctor's name...I could not think of a good one, except for Dr. House (I just watched House) and that seems a bit silly to use these days hehe...not that House is silly, it's one of my fave shows...I'm babbling again. Oh, and I'm currently sick (my hayfever turned out to be half allergies, half flu) and I'm jacked up on sudafed and the likes, so I'm half asleep, because to my body, non drowsy and drowsy mean the same thing. So, if you notice anything off in this story, just ignore it because I am a bit dopey at the moment and now have those awful shakes that you get...which is wonderful as I have a job interview tomorrow rolls eyes But anyway, please read and review and I love you!

Nora watched Chandler's blank face, worrying her bottom lip with her teeth. She couldn't imagine what he was thinking; what he was going through, what he would be going through, how hard it was for him. Everybody that was important to him had died, except for his parents, and Nora knew that they came after his friends. His friends and his wife. Monica. Nora closed her eyes briefly at this, fighting back the tears that had fell more than once since the accident. Nora had adored Monica; couldn't think of anyone else better suited for her son. Monica had made Chandler happy, Monica had loved Chandler, and Chandler's eyes had lit up each time he looked at the raven haired beauty. It was love in its simplest form, and now it had been torn away. Like a cruel joke that only God found amusing.

"Rachel…"

Nora glanced at her son, seeing the tears in his eyes once more. He had stopped crying long ago, shock taking over, but the tears had returned, and Nora felt her heart sink. She wanted nothing more then to make her son's pain go away; to bring his friends back to him. Chandler bit his lip, chin trembling at the mention of his friend. He took a deep breath, then tried again.

"Rachel was…she was only a few weeks away from having…she was going to have a little girl."

"I know honey," Nora whispered. Chandler's face tightened with emotion.

"The baby didn't make it?"

"No, honey…I'm sorry."

"Her and Ross were so excited and Mon…she was so happy that she was going to be an aunt agai…Ben. Is Ben-"

"Ross' ex wife came by…she said that Ben was doing as…as good as he could under the…he's still young so I'm not sure if he understands completely where his daddy…" Nora trailed off, unable to finish the sentence. Chandler closed his eyes tightly.

"The baby should have survived…it's…" he shook his head, not sure where he was going with that sentence.

"Chandler-"

"How long since the accident?"

"Almost a month," Nora answered softly. "You've been in a coma for a long while…your injuries were….they weren't sure if you were going to make it."

Chandler nodded, tears streaming down his cheeks. There was a short silence before he spoke again, and when he did, Nora felt like breaking down in tears.

"I wish I hadn't."

"Chand-"

"I wish I hadn't made it," he whispered, then turned his head away and closed his eyes. Nora stared at him for a long while, unsure of what to say to that. She wasn't sure if there was anything she could say to make it better. Letting out a tiny sigh, she stood up.

"I'm going to go get the doctor, tell him that you're awake. I'll be right back, sweetie, okay?"

Chandler didn't answer, and Nora didn't expect him to. She let out another tiny sigh, then turned and slowly left the room.

Chandler waited till she was gone before he reacted; deep, pain filled sobs that filled the room; sobs that he knew would be over before either his mother or the doctor came.

"Why are you crying?"

The voice tore Chandler away from his tearful reverie. He started in surprise, then glanced over to his left; to where his mother had sat only moments ago; to where the voice was coming from.

To where Ross was sitting.

"Why are you crying?"

The question was asked again, and Chandler knew that his friend was expecting an answer. Eyes narrowed, Ross stared at Chandler steadily, waiting impatiently for the response.

Chandler couldn't find the words to answer. He was having enough trouble believing what was in front of him. Or who, for that matter. Had his mother lied to him? Was Ross really alive?

"R-Ro-"

"I know what you're thinking," Ross interrupted. "Your mother may lie about a lot of things, but she didn't lie this time. Your eyes are closed, Chandler."

Chandler blinked, then glanced over to the door, hoping his mother would return. Hoping that she would come back and confirm that Ross was sitting there; that Chandler wasn't losing his mind. No one came and Chandler turned back towards his friend.

"H-How?"

"You always were the last one standing," Ross sneered, Phoebe's words echoing clearly. Chandler stared blankly at Ross, the wheels turning slowly.

"Am I dead?" he whispered finally, realising that Rachel hadn't given him a straight answer in his dream. Or was it a memory. Ross smiled unpleasantly and Chandler decided he didn't like that smile. Another thought sprung up and Chandler grabbed at it, almost eagerly. "Or crazy?"

"Time will tell, Chandler, and-"

"Enough with that! Tell me!" Chandler shrieked, losing patience quickly. Ross remained undaunted, his gaze steady still. They had a small staring match, neither wanting to give in. Finally, Ross blinked, leaning forward.

"You always were the last one standing, Chandler," he said again, but the sneer was no where to be seen. Instead his face was calm; calculating. "But your legs have to give out at some point, just like midnight has to come."

Before Chandler could react to the words, he found himself flat on his back, head against the mattress, gasping for air. Attempting to, anyway, as Ross pressed his pillow harder into his face. Chandler feebly tried to grab at his friend; stop the smothering, but Ross remained undeterred.

"Mmph," Chandler managed, his hands falling limply to his side, weakness taking over. He needed oxygen, but Ross didn't seem to want to give it. The pillow was pressed harder still and Chandler's eyes began to flicker shut. He was-

"Chandler? Chandler, honey?"

Chandler opened his eyes, and found he could see. See, and breathe. The pillow was situated under his head once more and the room was empty. Except for his mother, who sat in her seat. Chandler blinked at her in confusion.

"You must've fallen asleep while I was out getting the doctor," Nora said softly, a small smile gracing her face. "He came in to see you but you were out like a light. I'm sure you two will meet tomorrow though."

Chandler blinked once more, then panned the room with his eyes. They really were alone. Settling back against the pillow, he took a deep breath, weariness and grief overtaking him. Nora watched him struggle for a moment, then leaned forward and fluffed his pillow. Chandler smiled weakly at her, then closed his eyes, desperate to get the image of Ross sneering out of his head.

He knew that it would haunt him for a long time coming.