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Monica had fallen asleep the night before after she had gotten so wasted. She glanced over her shoulder and saw Richard laying next to her. She sighed softly, then wrapped the robe around her as she stood up and walked out of the bedroom.
Rachel and Ross were sitting on the couch. "How are you feeling?" Ross asked, standing and walking towards her. "Did you sleep okay last night?" About this time, Rachel had joined them.
Monica nodded. "I slept good, and I feel fine, just a pounding headache, probably from drinking too much." She felt a hand wrap around her shoulder, and glanced over to smile at Richard.
Then the door flung open, and Joey stormed in with Phoebe right behind him.
Ross crossed his arms, then walked towards them. "I thought you two were over there with Chandler!"
Joey pushed him backwards. "Thanks to you, and whoever else contributed to this, Chandler's in the hospital." He pushed him again. "He tried to OD!" He pushed him again, this time into Richard.
Monica covered her mouth. She still loved Chandler, despite him not wanting to get married.
Ross pushed him back. "Its not my fault if he couldn't take the pressure of hurting my sister! I told him from the beginning what would happen if he did."
"If he did?" Joey pushed him against the wall. "He didn't even do anything! He was toying with Monica so it would be a surprise when he asked her to marry him!"
"Joey!" Phoebe hurried over and grabbed his arm, gently pulling him away. "I know you're angry, but we need to get to the hospital."
He nodded. "You're right." He headed for the door, with Phoebe following him.
Monica watched them leave, then started crying.
Richard wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close. "Its okay," he whispered.
She miserably shook her head, then collapsed on to the couch, burying her face in a pillow.
"Mon?" Rachel asked, sitting beside her. "He'll be alright, but are you?" She asked, rubbing her back for comfort.
Chandler looked like he was asleep when Phoebe walked into the hospital room. She took a seat beside the bed. Joey had went to talk to the doctor in private, so she was hoping that things would be okay. She wrapped her hand in his. "Oh, Chandler." She whispered softly. She leaned over and kissed his forehead.
"Monica?" Chandler asked drowsily.
He still had his eyes closed, so Phoebe wasn't sure if he was talking to her or not. "No, Mon isn't here." She said softly. "Its just me right now, Joey went to talk to the doctor. But you're going to be alright."
He flicked his eyes open a slit, then closed them again. "I'm sorry.." he murmured softly, drifting back into sleep.
She glanced up when the door opened and Joey came in. He sat down on Chandler's other side.
"He woke up while you were gone, but then he went back to sleep." She said.
He sighed softly. "The doctor says he's going to be fine, just have to keep him another night for observations."
They had finally gotten Monica back to bed and now she was resting, Richard had stayed in the room with her. Ross and Rachel were sitting on the couch.
"Do you think he actually tried to kill himself or seeking attention?" Rachel asked after a moment of silence.
Ross shrug. "I think he's just seeking attention, you know?" He picked up a magazine, and flipped through it, leaving Rachel in silence.
Rachel sighed, fiddling nervously with her hands. "But what if it was because of something we said yesterday?" She asked, worriedly. "Should we check on him?" She walked over to the phone and picked it up, then dialed Phoebe's number. Phoebe always answered her phone, but today, it went to voicemail after the fourth ring. She then decided to try Joey, but it went straight to voicemail, which meant it had been turned off. She sighed. "They won't answer their cell phones."
Ross sighed. "Don't worry about them. Chandler hurt Monica, and now he's just seeking attention. Simple as that."
It had been a few days later, they had allowed to let Chandler go home but had given Joey the number to a therapist that they suggested he see. Chandler was propped up against the outside wall of the hospital, lighting up a cigarette. He paced around outside, waiting for the other two.
Joey followed Phoebe out of the double doors and over to where Chandler was waiting. They were able to haul a cab and started back towards the apartment.
Rachel was standing outside of apartment 20, propped up against the wall. She didn't know what or who she was waiting on. But quickly piped up a bit when she saw Joey walking around the corner. "How's Chandler?" She asked hesitantly.
Joey glanced at her, then unlocked the door. "He's fine." He said, then pushed the door open. "Phoebe is outside with him until he finishes his cigarette." He started into the apartment, then paused to glance at her. "Why are you even talking to me? Thought you were on Monica's side on this."
Rachel sighed. "I am, but I just don't think its fair that we have to lose friends because of the side we pick."
Ross stepped outside of the apartment. "Chandler okay?" He asked. "Or is he just seeking attention like he always was?"
Joey glared at him. "Knock it off!"
About that time, Phoebe came around the corner with Chandler right behind her.
He had his hands in his pockets, and staring at the floor.
She huffed, then grabbed his hand in hers and led him back into the apartment.
Joey watched them go in, then glared at Ross. "Look, man. He is not just seeking attention! He's hurting. And if you aren't going to be supportive, then go back into your apartment and leave us alone!"
Ross started towards him, but Rachel stopped him and pulled him back. "Come on, we have to get back in there to Monica." She said.
Ross pulled away from her, then he once again started towards Joey. He pushed him into the wall. "I have always been supportive of him! But now it involves my sister!"
Joey pushed him back. "Yah, well. Chandler is like a brother to me, so I'll stand up for him. Your sister hurt him. I told her that he wasn't really against marriage, but she didn't listen to me. Just because Richard still loved her." He pushed him again.
Ross grabbed his arm, then twisted it around his back, then shoved him into the wall. "Chandler is dead to me!" He shoved him to the floor. "Come on, Rach. Let's go check on Mon." He stormed back into the apartment.
Rachel wanted to check to make sure Joey was okay before she followed him back inside.
After getting into the apartment, Chandler had laid on the couch, and not gotten up since. Phoebe was sitting on the closest barcalounger, watching him. "Chandler?" She asked, kneeling down beside him. She wrapped her hand around his. "Want to talk about it? That might help."
Chandler shook his head. "No, thank you."
Joey staggered into the apartment. "How is he?" He asked, signaling towards Chandler.
Phoebe shrug. "He won't talk to me," she glanced at him. "What happened to you?" She asked.
He took his jacket off, and tossed it into his room. "Nothing to be concerned about." He answered, then walked over to join them. "Chandler, buddy. Come on, talk to us."
Chandler groaned. "I don't want to talk about it!" He buried his head under a pillow.
Joey glanced at the number the doctor had given him, then back towards Chandler. "I'm going to call this person." He said, walking towards the phone.
Phoebe watched him go into his room, then closed the door. She glanced back at Chandler, then rubbed his back to comfort him. "Cry, talk, something." She begged him. "You need to let this out somehow." She sighed when he didn't say anything.
Author's Note: I will try to get Monica in it more, and sorry for Ross being suck a jerk in this story. Oh, and I also love Mondler, so I'm not going to break them up for good, don't worry. Welp, review, follow, favorite, or all of the above. Toodles!
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