I'm loving this story so much, that I update as frequently as I can. And I love to keep everyone reading. Oh, right, time for a little truth. Before Chapter 6, I was going to let him go to a bar and drink so much that he would get alcohol poisoning, and yah, I thought about making him leave town at least for a little while anyways. I had so many ideas, so many what ifs that I wanted to test out, but this story took a form of its own. So I'm just kind of following along with it, going where it takes me if you will. Well, I'm blabbering, so I'll just shut up, and write this chapter already, sound good? Thanks to my reviewers for well, reviewing. :) And I'm so glad y'all are liking this.
Monica stayed with Chandler while the others went for coffee in the hospital cafeteria. She was holding his hand as tightly as she could, as if she was afraid to let go. He was asleep, but she didn't care. She loved watching him sleep anyways. She leaned her head against the back of the chair. She couldn't wrap her mind around the fact of him forgetting that they had broke up. She took a deep breath. How was she suppose to explain this to me, and the fact that she was engaged to Richard now, instead of him. She sat there, thinking about ways to break the news to him, but then something else crossed her mind. Did she still love Richard or did she just use him to make Chandler jealous?
She took a deep breath, trying to decide how she felt right now. Because of their breakup, the gang had been split into two separate groups on two different sides of the argument. She wondered briefly if this would bring them close again, then felt a gentle squeeze, and snapped out of her thoughts. She saw Chandler's pretty blue eyes glancing back at her. "Hey, you're awake," she smiled. "How are you feeling?"
Chandler just shrug, not really sure of what to say. They weren't together anymore, so why did she care now? He didn't answer her question, just glanced at the ceiling, not saying anything.
She sighed, then moved closer to the bed, sitting on the edge of it. "Chandler, I think we need to talk," she said softly. "Look, I didn't tell you much last night about our breakup. You were kidding around about never wanting to get married, and so I took it literal, then Richard told me he loved me and was willing to marry me. So after our big fight, I went back to him.." she paused to glance at him. She wondered if he was even listening, because he was still staring at the ceiling. "And so, he has even proposed to me," she finished.
Chandler continued staring at the ceiling, instead of talking to her. Why bother talking? Sounds to him like he had already screwed up this relationship.
Monica sighed, then waved her hand in front of his face. "Chandler?" She asked. "Chandler, look at me," she pleaded. "Please?" She sighed when she got no response from him. "Chandler, please," she begged. She was about to go get the doctor or a nurse or someone, when the heart monitor started making a strange beeping sound. "Chandler..?"
A couple of nurses and a doctor hurried in. "He's in shock," one of the nurses said, while the other shooed Monica out of the room.
Monica covered her mouth, as tears poured down her cheeks.
"Mon?" A voice asked behind her, and she turned around to lay her head down on whoever spoke's shoulder. She wasn't sure who it was at the moment, she just knew that she needed someone to cry on.
"Come on over here, and sit down," another voice said, guiding her to where the waiting area was. "Now tell us what happened."
Monica blinked a couple of times. Ross had been the first one to speak, and then it was Rachel who asked what happened. She couldn't speak for a moment, trying to compose herself. "I.. I don't know.." she finally answered. "I was talking to Chandler, and then the next thing I know, doctors and nurses are coming in and say something about him going in shock and they made me leave.." she said silently, as if she didn't want to believe it.
Joey handed her a cup of water. "Here, drink this," he encouraged her.
She started drinking the water. Thoughts raced threw her mind. Would Chandler be okay? What if he wasn't? How would she handle that? And most importantly, what had caused him to go into shock? It couldn't of been what she was saying, because he never responded to that. In fact, he had been unresponsive since he woke up. She bit on her fingernail nervously.
Phoebe and Richard were talking about something a little ways off, while Rachel, Ross, and Joey was making sure she was okay. This wasn't right, Chandler should be here too, making up some stupid joke or something. He always knew how to make her laugh. She buried her face in her hands, and started crying.
After what felt like hours, a tired nurse came out. She walked over to the group that was huddled in the waiting room. She took a deep breath, as they stood up, waiting for news on their friend. She knew they were hoping for good news. "He is stable for now," she told them. "He went into shock, we think it may have been because of the traumatic experience that he just went threw. This has been the third time that we nearly lost him, I can't guarantee another miracle save after this one."
Monica glanced at the nurse, not sure of what to say at this point. "Ca.. can we see him?"
The nurse sighed. "He's resting now, and probably won't be awake until tomorrow," she warned. "But it might help a bit for him to know that you are all here. Normally after this, we would send the patient's family and friends home, but I want you all to be by his side. So go on in," she smiled, then walked off.
Monica headed for the door, then pushed it open. It wasn't like the first time she had come in here, now he had a machine that was breathing for him. The nurse failed to mention that. She walked over to the bedside, then sat down in her previous chair. Ross and Richard stood beside her, while Rachel, Joey, and Phoebe was on the other side of the bed.
Monica must have fallen asleep, because when she woke up, it was the next morning. She sat up, then took Chandler's hand in hers. "Please wake up," she begged. "If you did it once, I have faith you will do it again." She sighed when he didn't wake up. "Chandler, please..?" She felt a hand on her shoulder, and glanced up to see Richard standing there.
She noticed that Joey was sitting on the other side of the bed, talking quietly to his best bud. Where was everyone else though? She glanced back over at Chandler. "Richard, I think we need to talk." She said, standing up.
Richard nodded, then followed her out of the room. "What is it, Mon?" He asked.
Monica fought the tears that threatened to come. "Look, you know I love you, right? But I have been thinking, and I have decided something. When Chandler gets out of here, he's going to need me. He can't even remember why we broke up in the first place, so he will really need me after this. I want to be there for him, but I can't be if I'm planning our wedding," she said softly.
Richard nodded. "I understand."
She pulled the ring off her finger, staring at it. "I'm sorry," she whispered, handing it back to him. "But my heart has always belonged to Chandler."
He nodded. "He's a lucky guy, I just hope he knows that." He kissed her cheek. "Let me know how it goes," he whispered, then walked off.
Monica watched him leave, then walked back into the room. She reclaimed her spot by the bed, then took his hand in hers again. "Chandler, I'm right here and I'm not going anywhere." She said softly, giving his hand a gentle squeeze.
Joey glanced at her in surprise. "Does that mean..?"
Monica nodded. "I broke up with Richard," she confirmed. "So I'm not engaged anymore." She turned her attention back to Chandler. "You're going to be okay," she whispered to him. "I just know it, and we're all right here for you."
Author's Note: Welp? How was that? Aww, come on, don't tell me you didn't see this coming. So, what? Was I going to just make Chandler okay just like that? Why would I do that? That's no fun! I'm a very mean person, [insert evil laugh here] anyways you know the drill. Follow, favorite, comment, do all three, and then tell me what other evil things I could do cause honestly, I am not ready to end this story yet.
Tall, out!
