Chapter 2

Monica paced around the apartment, impatiently tapping her foot on the ground. She crossed her arms and stared at the door for a moment before throwing them in the air in defeat.

"Urggh! Where are they?" she complained, holding an angry look on her face.

"Monica, you have to calm down. They'll be here soon," Chandler comforted form the kitchen, turning back to his crossword puzzle. Secretly he actually hoped they would take longer since that would mean they would miss their flight and he wouldn't have to visit his father in LA. He still couldn't believe Monica had talked him into it and at one point, he even considered calling the wedding off just to delay seeing his father again.

As if she was reading his mind, Monica strolled over and slammed her fist on the table. She was seriously pissed right now and Chandler was just glad it wasn't anything he did.

"Chandler, do you realise if they don't get here soon, we'll miss our flight?"

"Bummer," he stated, tapping his pencil against his chin. "Hey, what's a six-letter word that rhymes with night?"

"Flight!" Monica screamed, turning around as her fiancée cheerfully filled out the last word to his crossword puzzle.

"All done," Chandler said with a smile before meeting Monica's death-filled eyes. "Woah, honey you really have to take a breather. So we miss our plane to visit my dad. We'll just invite that guy from the noodle shop instead."

Monica gave him an irritated look and was about to say something when the door curst open and in came Joey and Phoebe.

"There you are!" she exclaimed.

"Sorry were late. Joey had to stop for a sandwich," Phoebe gleefully explained while Joey licked his lips.

Monica quickly sent Joey an irritated glare but that didn't stop him from enjoying the last little bits of his sandwich that had stuck to his teeth and lips. She groaned in annoyance and slid a hand down her face but shook it off.

"Ok whatever, as long as you're here. Where are Ross and Rachel?"

"Don't know. We haven't seen them all day." Joey answered.

"Yeah, we thought they were already here." Phoebe added.

"Well we thought they were with you guys," Chandler countered, looking equally confused. "Wait, didn't they take the Porsche out for a spin?"

"Yeah but they should have gotten back by now." Monica checked the time on her watch. "It's been hours since they left. Where could they have gone?"

Suddenly Joey started to smile and he chuckled in excitement. The other three looked at him as if he was crazy as he widely gestured towards them with two fingers.

"What are you doing?" Chandler asked at his strange behaviour.

"Don't you see? Ross and Rachel are gone and nowhere to be found! They must've hooked up!"

Phoebe, being one who has always believed in her "lobsters" immediately became giddy as she and Joey began exchanging high-fives. Meanwhile Monica and Chandler merely looked at each other, contemplating if the possibility of Ross and Rachel getting back together is a valid reason for their disappearance.

"Do you think…" Monica began.

Chandler just shrugged. "Maybe, I don't know. They've been on-again off-again so many times it's hard to keep track. Didn't you catch them kissing a couple months ago?"

She snapped her fingers at the remembrance. "I did catch them kissing! Oh my God! They must be hooking up right now!"

Just like that Monica joined Phoebe and Joey as the three of them excitedly celebrated the reunion of Ross and Rachel… again. Chandler just rolled his eyes, not choosing to join in as he had matured from that age, but he too was very happy they were finally together. He stood up and took off his glasses, about to join them in their mini-celebration right as the phone rang.

"Hello, you've reached Monica and Chandler's. What can I do for you?" he asked as he picked up the phone.

"Hi, Chandler I assume? May I speak to Monica Gellar please?" asked a woman on the other end.

"Um, yeah sure." He responded, confused at who would be calling Monica at this time. "Can I ask who's calling?"

"I'm calling from the Metropolitan Hospital Center. May I please speak with Monica, this is very urgent."

"Right, sorry. Just one moment please," he answered, feeling very uneasy. He had a bad feeling about the call and decided to just hand it over to Monica.

"Mon, someone's calling from the hospital and is asking for you," he said, holding out the phone to his soon-to-be wife. Monica stopped what she was doing and walked over to him, taking the phone with a confused look.

"Hello?"

"Hi, is this Monica Gellar?"

"This is she." She answered, not knowing who was on the other end of the phone.

"Great. Do you by any chance have any relations to Ross Gellar and Rachel Green?"

Monica looked up at her friends who have now stopped and looked at her with a curious look. She, on the other hand, had a sinking feeling in her stomach and instantly became worried when the names of her friends came up.

"Um, yes, Ross is my brother and Rachel is my best friend. Why? Did something happen to them?" she asked with a shaky tone.

"Unfortunately so. I'm sorry to inform you but Ross and Rachel were involved in a car accident and are now being looked after by our emergency medical officers. You are listed as their emergency contacts and I've been instructed to inform you of this news." The lady explained.

The phone trembled in her hand as she thought about what she was being told. Ross and Rachel? In a car accident? What happened? All those thoughts were pushed aside as she realised this must be serious to have to call her and quickly brought the phone back up to her ear.

"Ok thank you for calling. We'll be right there," she said hastily before placing the phone down on the table.

Monica could feel the three sets of eyes on her as she turned around trembling. She was on the verge of tears as she looked down at the ground.

"It's… it's Ross and Rachel. They've been in an accident," she forced out of her. Chandler quickly wrapped her in a hug as she continued. "We've got to get to the hospital."

Joey and Phoebe both wore a worried look and quickly moved from the couch.

"I'll go call a taxi," Joey said, grabbing his jacket and spring out the door.

Phoebe grabbed her jacket too as well as Monica's as she helped Chandler get her out of the apartment. The three of them rushed to grab their things before slamming the door shut behind them. Once downstairs, the four fo them waited for their taxi before rushing off towards the hospital.

…

Crashing, screaming, rolling, then darkness.

Memories of what happened suddenly filled her thoughts as she tried to figure out where she was, or even what she was. Was she alive? How did she make it out? Why was there a throbbing in her head?

All of a sudden, her eyes shot open and were met with a blinding light. She gasped and squirmed, trying to get away from the light as it came closer.

"Shh, calm down, that's it," she heard a relaxing voice from behind the light. She decided to listen to it and calmed her breathing, allowing her eyes to fixate on the light as it moved closer.

"There you go. Focus on the light. Follow it with your eyes." The voice said. She did what she was told, following the light up, down, left and right before it disappeared.

As the light was lowered from her sight, she saw a doctor with black jet hair peering at her at an angle. He wore a concerned expression on his face but softened when he saw that she was conscious and looking around the room.

"Do you know your name?" he asked.

"Rachel Green."

"Good, do you know where you are?"

Rachel looked around the room, spotting different tools and machines that were very familiar. Even with a small headache, there was no question of where she was as she had been to plenty of these places because of her father's work.

"I'm in a hospital," she answered, looking down at the sheets she was covered in. "Lying on a medical berth."

The doctor smiled and nodded, writing something down on his clip board. He looked back at Rachel who was now eyeing him with a curious look.

"Looks like everything checks out to be ok. Do you remember what happened and why you're here?"

She thought for a moment, trying to put an order to all the memories that were flooding her thoughts. "I was driving down the interstate, with a friend, and then we hit a bump and swerved off the road. We crashed into something and flipped into the air. I screamed, then everything went black and now here I am, waking up in a hospital."

"That's right. You banged your head pretty hard and it knocked you out for a few hours. We had to give you a few stitches but you should be fine. You'll experience small headaches from the concussion you received but that's normal in these circumstances."

Rachel nodded as the doctor tapped his clipboard. Something caught his eye and he raised an eyebrow in curiousness. "Hmm, that's strange…"

"What is?" she panicked.

"No, no, no, there's nothing to worry about Rachel," he explained. "In fact, you should be very grateful. Reading your diagnostics, it seems like the concussion is the only thing you'll be suffering from. No broken bones, no torn muscles, nothing. It's a miracle that you made it out in such a healthy condition. Even the impact from the air bag should have caused a muscle spasm in your neck. Are you sure nothing else happened before you crashed?"

Rachel sighed, relieved that there was nothing wrong with her but thought about the doctor's question. She dug deeper into her memories, remembering her yelling at Ross and taking her hands off the wheel. She remembered screaming as the car flipped into the air.

But then she remembered feeling warm, comfortable even. As if she was in a place she was meant to be for a while now but have yet to find until that very moment. She had felt safe, protected, and she wondered why.

All of a sudden, she remembered and let out a gasp as she remembered what had happened. "R-Ross, when we were in the air, h-he had draped his body onto mine. I-I remember being hugged tightly before everything went black."

The doctor's calm expression turned into a worried frown as he flipped a page on the clipboard and scribbled something down. "That explains it…" he mumbled, adding something else onto the papers.

"Doctor, is-is he alright?" she asked with a shaky tone, immediately spotting his change of expression.

The doctor didn't answer; instead he stood up and walked towards the door, keeping his eye sight away from his patient's.

"You're friend will be here soon," he said before quickly leaving the room.

Rachel sat there in the lonely room, both scared and worried for Ross. Where was he? What happened to him? And most importantly, was he ok? She had noticed the doctor avoid answering her question about his condition that worried her beyond belief. All she wanted to know if he was ok.

She thought back to what started all of it; her yelling at Ross for being so protective of her. She remembered yelling at him and telling him to stop caring and protecting her. She had been angry and frustrated which had led to the car crashing onto the side. And then…

He had protected her.

She felt a tear slide down her cheek as she realised the reality of the situation. Even after she had yelled at him, he had still gone out of his way for her safety.

Rachel placed her head in her hands, regretting every word she had said before the accident. If she hadn't had gotten so angry at nothing, they wouldn't have gotten into the accident in the first place. More so than that, she wanted to tell Ross that she didn't mean any of those words. Truth be told, his kindness and affection towards her is one of the many things she loves about him. He never ceased to put his friends before himself, specifically her, and just that thought melted her heart in gratitude and warmth. Ross had always treated her as if she was a princess, whether they were dating or not, and now, she had so much more to thank for protecting her.

She sighed as she closed her eyes and leaned back, resting against her pillows. Her head still spun from the concussion but there was only one thought on her mind at the moment, and that was of Ross. There was a feeling of gratitude, yet there was also something else. A feeling of longing compassion, and dare her say it, love. She just wanted to be wrapped in his arms again, to feel his powerful body pressed against hers, to feel safe, comfortable, and protected. There was only one man in the world that has ever made her feel that way, and it was him. And now, sitting in the empty hospital room with just herself and her thoughts, she would do anything to have him there with her.

…

The double doors to the hospital burst open as the four friends rushed in, practically trampling over each other as they all reached the counter at the same time. The nurse behind the counter backed up, unsure of what to do as the four people in front of her talked so fast as if the world was about to end.

"People, please. This is a hospital." The nurse warned, quieting them down. "Now what can I do for you?"

"I'm Monica Gellar here to see Ross Gellar and Rachel Green," Monica said in a panicked tone. "I got a call saying they were in a car accident. Please, where can we find them?"

Before the nurse could answer, a doctor holding a clipboard beneath his arm walked over and placed his hand on the counter. He shot the nurse a small smile letting her sigh in relief.

"I'll take it from here Joanne," he said, turning towards the four people next to him. He extended a hand to Monica as he introduced himself. "Hello, I'm Doctor Telemann. I've been looking after Rachel and Ross for the past hour so please; any questions should be directed to me."

"What happened?" Monica blurted out, still shaking the man's hand.

"Monica Gellar I presume? Please, you must calm down as that attitude will neither help you, nor the patients in the building." Doctor Telemann said in a relaxed tone, gesturing the group to take a seat.

The four of them quietly obliged, sitting down with very concerned looks as the doctor flipped through the pages on his clipboard.

"To answer your question, Ross and Rachel were involved in a car accident where the car had swerved off road and down an escarpment. When paramedics had arrived on the scene, both Ross and Rachel were located a few feet away from the car, severely injured and unconscious." Monica gasped as Chandler rubbed her shoulders, trying to calm her down. Phoebe and Joey covered their mouths, also not believing what they were being told.

"Are they, are they…" Joey muttered, unable to find the right words.

"If you're asking if they're dead, no." Doctor Telemann answered blankly.

"So what are the extents of their injuries doctor?" Chandler asked.

"Well, Rachel has surprisingly suffered no real injuries aside from a mild concussion from banging her head. We stitched up the little cut on her forehead but other than that, she is perfectly healthy and fine." The group sighed in relief hearing that Rachel was ok. "She's extremely lucky to leave with just a concussion as most severe car accidents end with far more serious injuries. She seems to have taken the lesser of the injuries between the two and should be able to return home."

The doctor's last sentence brought great worry onto the four friends' faces. All concern immediately went to Ross as none of them wanted to know about how badly he had been hurt.

"A-And my brother, R-Ross?" Monica asked in almost a whisper, finding only the courage to ask through worry and concern.

Doctor Telemann's face also dropped as he flipped over a page and scanned through it. His tone became serious, almost in regret and sorrow, as he turned to the group with a sad look.

"Ross… was not so lucky. He was in critical condition when he was found and was immediately sent to the emergency room for treatment." Monica gasped again, fighting back tears that began welling up in her eyes. This time she was not comforted by Chandler as he too retaliated in shock.

"S-So what are his injuries?" he stammered.

"I'm sorry to say that his injuries are very severe. He's suffering from a fractured skull, which is out biggest concern because it could lead to brain damage. The muscles in his left leg have been completely torn as his tibia and fibula have been shattered. He's also got multiple broken and fractured bones including a ruptured spinal cord, 3 broken ribs, and open wounds on his right arm and right ankle."

"O-Open wound?" Joey asked, holding onto Phoebe for support as she shuddered.

"Yes, that's when the bone punctures the skin." The doctor explained, resulting in Joey turning around and gagging.

"Oh my God…" Monica exclaimed, tears rushing down her face at the thought of how much pain her brother must be going through. Chandler quickly wrapped an arm around his fiancée's shoulders, rocking her gently as he held back his own tears.

"Shh, it's ok. He'll get through it… we'll get through it…" He then turned to face the doctor who wore a blank expression on his face. "Can we see them?"

"Ross is still in surgery but Rachel is open to visitors. In fact, she has already woken up." Doctor Telemann responded, writing down a room number and handing it to Chandler. "I advise to avoid loud or sudden noises. Even with a mild concussion, loud sounds can make her very uncomfortable and result in severe headaches. I'll be joining you in her room shortly."

"Thank you doctor," Chandler said as he grabbed the slip of paper and helped Monica to her feet.

Quietly the four friends walked down the hallways of the hospital.

…

A quiet knock on her door brought her out of her slumber as her eyes shot open to see four familiar faces peek into the room. One by one, they piled in, gently closing the door behind them and joining her at her bedside.

"Hey you guys," Rachel said quietly, happy that she will no longer be alone in these stressful times.

"We're so glad you're ok," Monica said, giving her a big hug. The other friends leaned in and provided their own little greeting as they hugged her to show their concern.

"Oh my God, Rachel your head!" Phoebe exclaimed in quiet tone.

"Oh this?" She moved some hair to reveal the stitches on her forehead. "It hurts a bit but the doctor said it's nothing serious."

"Rachel what happened? Apparently you were in a car accident or something?" Monica asked. The subject brought dropped her face into a saddened look as she shifted her gaze to her bed sheets.

"It's all my fault…" she whispered in an almost inaudible voice.

"What?"

"It's all my fault, ok?" She said louder, tears appearing in her eyes. "We were, we were driving down the interstate and then Ross said something that got me really angry. I started yelling at him and took my hands off the wheel for a moment. We hit a bump and the car swerved off the road and rolled down an escarpment. Mon, it's all my fault!"

Tears began falling down her cheek as Monica reached over and pulled her into another embrace, gently stroking her hair to calm her down.

"It's ok, it's ok. As long as you're ok."

Rachel sniffled and pulled away, looking her right in the eyes. "How is he?"

"Who?" she responded nervously.

"Ross, how is he. Please tell me Mon, no matter who I ask, the doctors won't tell me."

Monica herself began to tear up as she looked at the others for help. She quickly moved from the bedside, standing next to Chandler and burying her face into his chest. Chandler looked at Rachel devastated expression and forced himself to tell her the truth.

"He's not doing well." He revealed and Rachel gasped as more tears slid down her face. "The doctors… the doctors said that his injuries are severe and that he needed immediate medical treatment."

Rachel began crying even more and buried her face in her hands, shaking her head as if it was all a dream. She wished it was all a dream. This living nightmare was killing her from the inside and she just wanted it to end.

"No, no, no, no, no…" She repeated multiple times through her sobs as the others looked on with sympathetic expressions. "It's all my fault! He protected me! He… he sacrificed himself for me..."

"What do you mean?" Joey asked.

"In the car… in the car when we were about to hit the ground, he… he draped his body over mine and hugged me tightly. He protected me… even after I yelled at him not to… he still protected me…" She explained before breaking down at the end.

The others looked at her in shock and bewilderment at what they had just heard. If what Ross did was true, then that would explain the injury difference between him and Rachel. They just couldn't believe Ross would do something so heroic as to use his own body to protect someone else. But it was Ross, and it was Rachel, and the four of them knew that he would do anything to protect her from harm.

At that moment, Doctor Telemann re-entered the room, reading over the paper on his clipboard. He immediately sensed the tension in the room and quietly waited off to the side for things to cool down. As Rachel's tears slowed, he cleared his throat, getting their attention.

"Rachel, your tests are in and it seems you are clear to go. Aside from the concussion, your body is in good health with no physical injuries to date. I suggest avoiding any physical activities for the next few days and remaining in bed to rest. I'll have the nurse write you a doctor's note for your work."

Rachel would have responded if not for her tears and lump in her throat. Monica tapped her legged, telling her it's ok, and turned to the doctor.

"Thank you Doctor Telemann."

He nodded and began filing through the papers on his clipboard. All of a sudden, loud urgent knocks were heard, causing Rachel to cover her ears in pain. Doctor Telemann immediately went to the door to see who it was.

Rachel peered up to see another doctor outside with a very worried look on his face. He whispered something into Doctor Telemann's ear as a group of doctors and nurses ran down the hallway behind him, wheeling machinery and stands.

"Oh dear…" Doctor Telemann whispered and the other doctor nodded, turning and running down the hall where everyone else seems to be going. Doctor Telemann turned around, revealing a very concerned yet sympathetic look as he peered at the group in the room.

"What? What's going on?" Monica questioned, hearing shouting outside.

The doctor shifted his gaze towards the floor before returning his eyes back onto hers.

"It's about Ross…

… he's fallen into a coma."

…

The room froze as if it were a tableau, all five of them paralyzed and unmoving from the doctor's words.

"... he's fallen into a coma."

"No…" Rachel whimpered in an almost inaudible tone. She covered her mouth with her hands, eyes widened and wet with tears. She wanted to cry, let out everything inside of her, but no amount of tears could even compare to the pain and regret she felt. She could have sworn the room heard her heart shatter into a million pieces.

The rest of the room wasn't too far off of her reaction. Monica buried her face into Chandler's arm and even the always reliable Phoebe had gotten teary-eyed. The guys were more shocked if anything but it was pretty clear they were holding in their own tears to be strong for the girls.

"I'm truly sorry," Doctor Telemann comforted. "There's nothing more we can do for a patient when they fall into a coma."

The only response he got was a simple nod from Chandler who closed his own eyes and rested his chin on her head. Rachel saw this and peered up at them, noticing the position they held each other in. They were comforting each other, holding onto each other while at the same time, showing they would never be apart… just as she and Ross had once embraced each other.

Rachel broke down once again, covering her face with her hands and trying desperately hard to limit her sobs. How did she end up in this position in life? How did they end up in this position? She once had it all; job security, a healthy life, amazing friends, and most of all, a loving and caring boyfriend. How did that all turn to dust so quickly that she found herself waking up in a hospital room?

She missed him, plain and simple. She missed him, but not just physically but emotionally and mentally. She missed waking up in his arms, and going to sleep knowing he'd be there next to her. She missed his gentle kisses that left her breathless every time, and the comfort of his arms when she needed comfort. She missed his loving and caring attitude towards her, giving her whatever she wanted just because she was her. She missed loving him, but most of all, she missed being loved by him.

And now, that might all come to an end.

The reality of everything struck her so hard that she stopped crying to feel the pain deepen itself into her. He had fallen into a coma and she knew all too well from her daddy's work that there was a very high chance that a patient may never wake from a coma. She shuddered from both the shock and the pain as the thought of living on without him could eventually be a high possibility. And to make things worse, she knew this was all her fault.

It had been the hateful words she had said in the car that caused all of this. It was because of her incompetence and ungratefulness that led them to this situation. She was mad, angry, even furious, but most of all blind that someone who has had so much history with her would still care for her as he did, even going as far as sacrificing himself for her. She had taken him for granted, and now, she was paying the ultimate price. Worst of all, she didn't mean any of those words, yet, those words may be the last things he will ever hear from her again.

All of a sudden, her mind focused on one thing and one thing only. She forgot about everything, the past, the hurt, and the pain from before as none of it compared to how she felt right now. She no longer thought of their history; the list, the jealousy and possessiveness, the break up, the letter, London, Vegas, the dunk marriage, the divorce. None of that mattered anymore, and if anything, what he had done for her today makes up for every pain and hurt he's caused her in the past. She forgave him, and then some, knowing that she couldn't hide her feelings any longer.

She had to see him.

With only one thing on her mind, she turned and placed both feet on the floor, feeling her bare feet touch the floor and send shivers up her spine. To everyone's surprise, she got up, perhaps a little too fast as her head began to spin from the concussion and the head rush, but she still managed to stumble towards the door way.

"Rachel, where are you going?" Phoebe asked.

"I need to go see him." She responded with wet eyes.

"Rachel, you must return to your bed." Doctor Telemann said, holding the door shut as she reached for the knob. "In your condition, your headache will only get-"

"I need to go see him!" she repeated even louder, this time as tears slid down her cheek and fell to the floor.

As a doctor, it is important that a patient's well-being is treated as their number one priority, however, prioritized even before that is being human, meaning having emotional sentiment. One look into Rachel's teary eyes and Doctor Telemann knew that this man was not just any man to her, that she held him very close to her heart in a way that separated him from all other men on this world. With a sigh, he closed his eyes and removed his hand from the door.

Rachel sent him a thankful smile before swinging the door open and sprinting down the hallway, her friends right on her trail with Doctor Telemann not too far behind. She ignored the pulsating pain in her head as her bare feet hit the cold metal floor step after step. Eventually she burst through a set of double doors, pushing past a surprised group of doctors until her eyes found him and she gasped at the sight before her.

It was worse than she had imagined.

Ross lay there unconsciously on the medical berth, unmoving and void of life. He was practically in a full-body cast; his entire chest wrapped up and his right arm and left leg elevated in full, hard casts. His head was also wrapped tightly with gauze tape, ending right above his eyebrows, revealing his cut and battered face. He had been hooked up to life support a moment before she had entered but seeing the tubes connecting him to the machines just to keep him alive killed her on the inside. She immediately ran to his bedside, collapsing to her knees as she wept openly into her hands.

A moment later, her friends arrived through the doors as well, freezing at the sight of Ross' condition but staying back to allow her some space. Doctor Telemann appeared from behind the group of friends, earning confused looks from the other doctors inside. He merely nodded after seeing Ross was properly stabilized, dismissing them all as he remained with the group of four friends as Rachel cried her heart out before them.

"I'm sorry… I'm so, so sorry…" she wept, rocking back and forth on her knees. She looked up and grabbed his left hand, one of the only parts of his body not wrapped up in a cast. Even so, however, she noticed the deep gashes in his left arm, probably due to the shattered glass, and gently traced it with her delicate fingers as tears dripped onto the bed sheet.

"…This is all my fault… I'm-I'm sorry for everything… Sorry for what I said earlier…" she cried, holding his left hand up to her cheek. "I do… I do want you to protect me… I-I do want you to look after me… I do want you to care for me and love me how you've always shown before…"

She dropped his arm and buried her face into her hands. She has never cried this hard in her life, yet here she was, given a proper reason to do so. Her friends stood silently off to the side, tearing up at the scene before them but neither dared to make any movements. They were giving her her time alone and would be there for comfort afterwards.

"Please, Ross, wake up…" Rachel begged, clutching onto his arm again. "…please… don't leave me… don't leave me… fight it, fight it for everyone… fight it for me…"

She peered up, hoping maybe by some miracle, he had heard her words and had woken up. Her heart sunk when she saw his unchanged face, deep in a sleep that he may never wake up from yet looking so peaceful and relaxed. She wiped the tears from her eyes, allowing her to see clearly for a moment as she stared at his face. She wanted so badly to be able to curl up next to him and lay her head against his chest, to kiss his soft lips that make her feel like the only woman in the world and to feel his arms protectively wrapped around her. But as much as she wanted to, she knew she couldn't.

"Please don't leave me… please…" she begged one more time in a soft voice. "…I… I love you… I love you and want to be with you Ross… please wake up… please… for me… for us…"

As the last word left her mouth, she buried her face into his arm, crying against his skin and never wanting to let go. Her heart officially belonged to him and she knew that she would never find another man who she loves as much as this one. She cried, hoping that he could hear her sorrow and wake up just to protect her from the evils of life, to provide safety and shelter that only he could give.

She cried, hoping that he could wake up and share their love with her.

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Author's Note: If you've already read the summary, then you probably already know what will happen to Ross. I at least attempted to give you a little scare with his possible death and an emotional scene. Either way, I hope you liked it.

Thank you to everyone who has followed this story so far and I am very grateful for the amount of views on the opening chapter. It's no secret that the Friends community is dead, but I hope that perhaps we can bring back the amazing authors who have shared their Ross and Rachel stories with the world. Feel free to leave a review.