I just had to work on a new chapter, sorry but I just had too! I am thinking about deleting some of my stories that I never work on anymore. And none of my friends fanficts will be affected by this change, I promise. :) Well, I hope y'all enjoy this chappie!
Chandler groaned, feeling nothing but pain. He wondered briefly what had happened, then glanced around the room. The first thing he noticed was that he couldn't move his arms. It took him a few moments to realize that he couldn't move them because they were handcuffed to the bed post. He pulled on them, but that just hurt his wrists. He wanted to call out for help, but didn't know who to call out for, because he wasn't sure exactly where he was. He just remained silent as the door slowly creaked open.
The familiar face of Charlie walked in, then walked towards him. "So, your awake now." He said with fake enthusiasm. "You know, I didn't want to hurt your friend, how is he anyways? He okay?" Without waiting for an answer, he went on. "I was only going after you, but he just got in my way. But, however, I will leave you alone if you break up with Monica. Then she could cry on my shoulder and they we could date and maybe even get married."
Chandler glared at him. "In your dreams!" He hissed softly.
Charlie glared back at him, then sat on edge of the bed. "I hold all the cards though," he laughed, then stood up and walked over to his weapon bag. He pulled out a belt, then walked back over to him. "I can do whatever I want to you, and you can't stop me!" He started whipping him with the belt.
Ross walked back into the waiting room at the hospital. "Callie, Pheebs, you two stay with Joey and make sure he doesn't know what's going on. Mon, Rach, come with me, we have got to find Chandler."
Everybody nodded with the assignment that they had just been given. Ross led Monica and Rachel out of the hospital. "Alright, he said he was going to go for a walk. Where would he have gone?"
Rachel saw the cigarette lying on the ground. "He probably came out to smoke," she said, stepping on it to put it out. "But then where would we go?"
Monica glanced around, looking for any clues as to where he could have gone, but sighed when she didn't see any.
Chandler cried out in pain every time the belt struck him, but he didn't say another word as Charlie left the room in satisfaction. He took a deep breath, then stared up at the ceiling. There had to be a way out of here. He glanced over towards the window that was close to the ceiling. That could be his way out, but how would he get out of these hand cuffs? It may take him a while, but he thought that maybe he could find a way to slide his hands out of the cuffs.
He slowly set to work on his possible plan, hoping that this would work.
Callie sat on one side of the bed, while Phoebe sat on the other side. "Hey, Joe." Callie said, when she noticed that his eyes were slightly open. "Pheebs is here to now."
Phoebe slid her hand down his arm. "How are you feeling now?" She asked softly.
Joey took a deep breath. "I feel like I was hit by a bus." He answered, his voice a little shaky.
Callie took his hand in hers. "The pain is going to go away," she promised him. "Can you walk?" She asked softly.
He shrug. "I dunno. They won't even let me try right now."
Callie sighed. "Alright then, uhm.. let's first try to sit up. Think you can do that?"
Phoebe took his other hand. "Alright, we are going to help you here, alright?" She glanced at Callie, and they both gave a slight nod. "Alright then, come on Joe, sit up. Show us you can."
Joey nodded, then with their help, he was able to sit up into a sitting position. "I did it!" He squeaked excitedly.
Callie smiled, that was the first time since he woke up that he was excited about something. "You did really well." She praised. "We will try again tomorrow." She said, exchanging a glance with Phoebe. Both hoping the same thing: that the others had found Chandler.
Chandler had almost freed one of his hands, slowly sliding it against the side of the cuffs, and he kept doing that until he was finally able to get it out, then he started working on the other one, slowly sliding it against the side of the cuffs like he had done with the other one.
This one had taken a little longer, until he finally slipped it out. He rubbed his wrist, then tried to get off the bed but fell in the floor. It was like his legs had forgotten how to support him or something. He staggered back to his feet, using the wall for support. There was no way he could reach the window now. He glanced around when he saw another door, then staggered to it, still bracing himself on the wall. When he opened the door, he realized that it was another room, and walked in, closing the door behind him.
There was a window that was closer to the floor, so he slowly crept towards it, then it took all of his remaining strength to pull it open. He slipped out, then collapsed to the ground, panting. What was wrong with his legs now? What was wrong with him? Why did he seem to be so weak all of a sudden?
Ross was crouched in a bush, glancing out towards a house. No, not a house, more like a cabin. He glanced towards Rachel, and then over at Monica. "You two ready?" He asked softly.
Both women nodded, then they moved away from the bush that they had been crouched behind. Before they could get closer, people came out with guns and started shooting at them.
They tried to dodge the bullets, until they made it to the people and a fight broke out.
Ross grabbed one of the men's guns, then rammed it into the guy's chest while he swung around and kicked another. Two people had grabbed his arms, then he moved them forwards which caused the men to run into each other. He glanced over at Rachel and Monica, who both also seemed to be unharmed. He signaled for them to follow him, but then stopped close to the door.
Charlie had come out to join them, pointing his gun towards them. "Nobody move!" He called out.
Know what? I don't really know where all those people came from that Ross, Rachel, and Monica had to fight. Because when I started this chapter, originally it had only been Charlie, Eddie, and Chandler in the cabin, but oh well, I just went with it. And I'm not really sure what's going on with Chandler right now, but I went with it. I know I keep writing chapter after chapter after chapter, but I think I am actually in love with this story and I am honestly trying to finish it before I lose interest, which I tend to do a lot. Anyways, follow, favorite, comment, or preferably all three. Toodles!
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