Monica literally ran to the reception.
''My name is Monica Bing and this is my Husband Chandler Bing. He's got an injured arm and he's bleeding.''
''I see. Do you think you need a Doctor right away?'' the receptionist asked.
''No that's ok. But I think my Wife could use something to calm her down.'' Chandler replied.
''You should be happy that you're wife is so worried about you Mr. Bing. All she needs is you getting well.'' The receptionist advised him.
''The women, who I by the way start to like, is right.'' Monica looked at him.
''Mrs. Bing, why don't you fill out these forms since I don't think you're husband is gonna be able to do that with his arm.''
''Thank you.'' Monica turned around and sat down on one of the chairs. Chandler followed her.
She started to fill out the forms.
''Name: Chandler Bing, Date of birth...,blah, blah, blah. That's interesting. Who do you want as your emergency contact?''
''I guess that would be you.''
''Seriously?''
''You're my wife.''
''Wow.''
''I know you love to be number 1. But this really isn't such a big thing.''
''So we're official?'' she smiled.
''I guess I gave my answer to that question when I said 'Yes, I do'. I don't know what you read out of that.''
''I love you.'' she kissed him softly.
''Mr. Bing. Doctor Thomson is ready to see you now.'' A nurse came out of one of the consulting rooms.
''Ok.'' He took Monicas hand and walked towards the room.
''Alright Mr. Bing. Why don't you tell me why you're here?'' The Doctor seemed nice.
''Well I had an argument with my Brother in Law. I got punched in my face and fell against a drawer.'' Chandler explained.
''I don't know if that's a matter of fact but he got bruised on his arm before and I think he fell right against it.'' Monica added.
''So I take it Mrs. Bing, you're Brother isn't usually violent.'' The doc asked.
''No, he's not. My husband was roommates with him in college and he's one of his best friends. Don't worry about it.'' Monica explained.
''Did he walk in on you while you... you know...?''
''How do you know?''
''I can tell by your lipstick. I really don't wanna be too out there but the same thing happened to me once.''
They all laughed.
''That's ok.'' Monica smiled.
''So, do you have any discomforts?''
''My head hurts and I can hardly move my arm.''
''Ok. I'm gonna look at your arm first. Tell me if it hurts.''
He took Chandlers arm and moved it.
''It starts to hurt.''
''Ok. It's sprained. I don't need an x-ray to tell you that. The bruise went surprisingly deep. Good Job Mrs. Bing.''
''You can call me Monica, since you know so much about me and my husband.''
''I'm Chandler.'' he smiled.
''I'm Gordon.''
They all smiled.
''As I said the bone is sprained. After that big bruise the crush with the drawer pretty much gave you the rest. And I'm gonna need about 5 stitches for your lip.''
''Alright.'' Chandler nodded.
''Good Job, Ross. Good Job.'' Monica said sarcastically.
While the doctor slowly did one stitch after one, cold drops of sweat were running down Chandlers face.
A nurse came in. Chandler imediately looked at her. Sure he would the women looked like a pornstar. Blond, big boobs and legs that went like forever. And of course, she was pressed in a tight dress that barely covered her butt. She held a wet towel and was going to pad Chandlers face with it.
''Don't you dare touch him.'' Monica quickly took the towel and gave the nurse a look that would've killed her if it could.
''That's ok Ms. Badert. You can go now.''
''Thank you.'' Monica told the doctor and started to pad her husbands face.
''Ok Chandler we're done with your lip. In about ten minutes, you'll be able to talk again. And we're gonna have to bandage your arm.'' He softly applied the bandage on Chandlers arm, which took him ten minutes.
''Ok. Why don't you try to talk.''
''Mon, you didn't have to be so mean to the nurse.''
''Who would you rather have touching you're face. Me or her?''
''I love it when you touch my face. You know that.''
''That's a word. And plus, I think you can talk quite well.'' the doc interrupted.
''Gordon. Why don't you come by some time at our place for dinner or something?'' Chandler asked.
''I'd love to. Then I can pull out the stitches and check on your arm.''
''Good idea. I'll cook something.'' Monica replied.
''You can cook?''
''I'm a chef. I don't think I could make a living out of it, if I couldn't.'' she joked.
''Do you bring in the money, then?''
''No, I work too.'' Chandler said.
''What do you do?''
''Statistical analasys and data reconfiguration.''
''What is that?''
''We'll talk about it at dinner.'' Monica interrupted.
''You're right. I need to do my job. Here's some painkillers if you need them. And you shouldn't talk too much.''
''Thank you.''
''I'll call you as soon as I can.'' he said.
''Alright. See you.''
''Bye.''
''Bye.''
A couple minutes later the couple got home. The whole gang was waiting for them. And they stopped yelling at Ross when Chandler and Monica entered. They all rushed toward Chandler and checked if he was ok.
''How bad is it?'' Joey asked.
''His arm is sprained and the doc needed 5 stitches for his lip.'' Monica walked toward Ross.
''You. Mr. I hit my sisters husband for no reason. Get ready for a violent death.'' she pushed him as hard as she could.
''Mon, Chandler. I'm so sorry.''
''Let me give you something to be sorry about.'' Joey joined Monica, raising his fist.
''Guys, stop it! Now!'' Chandler screamed.
''Ross what did you hit me for? I thought, by now, you would be mature enough to understand that Monica and I love each other. And it's not like I took her virginity. She's 31 years old. And we're married. Why did you flip out like that?'' Chandler asked.
''I was just shocked. I know I overreacted. I'm sorry.''
''I forgive you, if you promise me one thing.''
''What is it?''
''From now on you're gonna except the fact that I love your sister. That we're married and do stuff that every normal couple does.''
''I promise.''
''Ok. I forgive you.''
They hugged.
''Do you really except that?'' Monica asked.
''Yes.''
Joey walked over to him and punched him in the stomach as hard as he could. Ross held his stomach in pain.
''That's for attacking my best friend.'' Joey said.
''I guess I deserved that.''
''Would you mind giving us some time?'' Monica asked.
They all went home. Monica walked over to Chandler.
''Are you ok?'' she asked.
''Yeah I'm fine.''
''You sure?''
''I'm just tired because of the painkillers.'' she read through the lines.
''Don't tell me you feel bad because I protected you from Ross.''
''Well—''
''Honey, he surprised you, punched you and pushed you onto the drawer. There was nothing you could do. Nobody could defended theirself after that.''
''Thank you.''
''Anytime.'' she kissed his cheek.
''You really kicked his ass there.'' he smiled.
''I was just saving my life.''
''You were saving my life.''
''You are my life Chandler.''
''Good. Because you are mine.'' he replied. They stood there a moment. Just looking into each others eyes.
''I love you, Monica. So much.''
''I love you too, Chandler.''
She leaned in to kiss him but stopped.
''Is that ok? I don't wanna hurt you.''
''Let's try.''
She kissed him deeply. He pulled away suddenly.
''Did I hurt you?''
''It hurts when I stretch my lips.''
''How about this?''
She kissed him softly and deeply but made sure he didn't have to stretch his lips.
''Is that better?''
''Much better. That actually feels good, it's like a massage.''
''I'll massage as long as you want. Just sit down.'' She sat down on his lap, just like she did that afternoon.
''And I promise you that this time, I will do anything but hurt you. We're just gonna need to watch your arm. And I'm gonna have to be soft.'' she smiled and kissed him gently and softly.
''I can feel the healing process starting already.'' he joked.
''Good.'' she smiled and continued to kiss him.
''I'm gonna need to be injured more often.''
She pulled away and looked at him.
''No, you don't. Don't ever do that to me again. I can't take you being hurt. I love you too much for that.''
He smiled and kissed her.