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Picking Up the Pieces

Chapter 20.

The door broke down and Barry fell forwards.

A pain shot through Rachel's arm, when the bullet hit her.

She grabbed around it, trying to cover for the blood, which was fast running down her arm.

Ashley looked at all the people in the door, and cracked a huge smile.

Outside stood four policemen, but Ross was there too.

"Ross!" Ashley yelled, running into his open arms.

"Ashley, are you okay?" Ross whispered.

"Yes!" Ashley said, as she began to cry, "But mom isn't. She's far from okay."

"Call an ambulance." one of the policemen said. He sat down next to Rachel, "Mrs.? Are you okay?"

Rachel looked at him and shook her head, "No."

"Oh my God, Rachel?" Ross said, sitting down next to her, "What happened with your face?"

"Dad…" Ashley said.

"Ross?" Rachel cried, and hugged him, "Thank you. Thank you so much. I love you." she said.

Ross paused.

Did she just…?

"I love you." Rachel repeated.

"Shh," Ross said, "I love you too, you know that."

They could worry about all of it later.

--

"What happened?" Monica yelled, storming into the hospital.

"Something with Barry." Ross said, "I would talk to Ashley, but some policeman took her to his office. He wanted to talk to her."

"Barry?" Joey asked, "Where's Rachel?"

"They're performing some sort of surgery right now." Ross said, "He shot her arm, and her face…" Ross trailed off, "God, her face… Mon, you should have seen it."

"What happened?" Chandler asked.

"There were cuts all over it." Ross said, "It looked terrible. Have you been home yet?"

"No, we came right here." Monica said.

"Good." Ross whispered, "I wouldn't go in there if I were you. Of course you can't, the police will have to do a lot of things there, but your home is a mess, Mon."

"What about Barry?" Phoebe then asked, "Did the police take him with them?"

"No." Ross said.

"Don't tell me he got away again, Geller."

"No," Ross said, for the first time smiling, "He died."

--

"So, what happened there tonight?" a policeman asked Ashley.

"My dad came." Ashley said.

"What did he want?"

"He wanted to talk to my mom. To get her to go to Europe with him."

"But your mom didn't want to?"

"No," Ashley said, "She told him she wanted a divorce, and then…"

--

Doctor Pick looked around the waiting room, and approached the people he meant had to be the right ones.

"Rachel Green?"

Ross stood up, "Yes? How is she?"

"My name is doctor Pick. I'm Rachel's doctor, usually. She's going to be okay. We were able to remove the bullet and the wound wasn't too bad. It's a totally other story with her face."

"Please tell me she's not too bad." Ross said.

"We were able to remove all the little pieces of glass, I'm actually proud to say it. I think we got it all, but we'll have to take a look later. One of the pieces were 2 centimetres above her eye, it was really close. We're talking about very small inches, and we'd have to remove her eye. But she was lucky. Both her eyes are fine, but the scars, I'm afraid we can't do much about them."

"Oh God." Monica said, "Were there a lot?

"Yeah." doctor Pick said, "But I know Rachel quite well, and yeah… With her amount of make-up and how much she knows about it, she'll be able to cover it up every morning. It wont be that bad."

"Okay." Phoebe said, "When can we see her?"

"Right now she's still asleep, and I'll have to talk to her before, I'm not sure she'll want you guys to see her like that. I will be back as soon as she wakes up."

"Okay. Thank you." Chandler said.

--

"Ross?" Monica asked, sitting down next to him, "You love her, don't you?"

"Who?" Ross asked.

"You know who." Monica said, "You do, don't you?"

"Yeah…" Ross said, trailing off, "So much, Mon."

"But what about her?"

"She said she loved me too."

"When? Today?"

"Yes." Ross said, "Right after me and the police came. She hugged me and said she loved me."

"Are you guys gonna get together?" Monica asked.

"I don't know." Ross honestly answered, "But I hope so."

"Me too." Monica said, "She and you are made for each other."

"You think so?"

"Yeah," Monica said, "I really do. How did you know that they were in trouble tonight?"

"I had been calling her all night." Ross told her, "But the phone was being used. It kept like that for three hours, and then I realized that maybe she'd forgot to hang up. Then I was looking at your window, and suddenly it broke. I dialled her number again to try my luck, and this time, someone picked up. But I think it was an accident, 'cause I heard yelling, and then Rachel talking to Barry. And then there were sounds of glasses breaking for like 5 minutes, and screaming, and I hung up. I called the police, telling them she was in trouble, that Barry probably was there. Then we met on the street and went up there. Right when we came, we heard Barry saying some sort of goodbye to Rachel, and I knew we'd been there right in the last second. The police broke down the door, and shot him in the back. The bullet he'd meant to kill Rach with, hit her arm, and then we came in, and got here."

"Wow." Monica said, "Why wouldn't you go up there yourself?"

"I told the police that I would, but the guy I talked to said I'd only do harm, and that's why I had to wait."

Monica sighed, "This was close."

"It was really close."

"But I think it's all over now."

--

Three days later.

"Are you okay Rach? Can you walk?" Phoebe asked, supporting her down the bed.

"Yeah, I'm okay." Rachel said, looking at her, "If you and Mon will just take my things."

"I've got your wheelchair, Rach." Monica smiled, "Just if you're gonna need it."

"I'm not gonna need a stupid chair." Rachel said, "I can walk!"

"Okay." Monica smiled, "But your sweet doctor insisted that I took it with us."

"Yeah, he can be like that sometimes." Rachel smiled.

"So, was this all?" Phoebe asked.

"Yeah, that's all my stuff." Rachel said, "Now… Why didn't Ross come?"

"He was busy." Monica said.

"Oh…" Rachel's face dropped, "Okay."

"Let's get you home." Phoebe said.

--

"What happened with your apartment, Mon?" Rachel asked, "Is it clean yet?"

"Yeah," Monica said, "But I took the last two days off to do it after the police were done."

"Hmm, I can't wait to see it."

"But we're not going there." Phoebe said.

"Where are we going?" Rachel asked, confused.

"To Ross' place." Phoebe said.

They stood in front of the door.

"What are we doing here?" Rachel asked.

"We're taking you home."

Tadah! End of drama. New chapter up soon, what will happen? Any sugestions? I can always use ideas to see if they're better than mine. Leave me a review, and you'll make my day. Thanks. Stessa.