AN: This chapter starts at the around the same time the last one did, and ends at around the same time the last one did.
I hope that makes sense. :)

"Joey, what's going on? You know I don't eat chicken!" Phoebe's voice echoed throughout the hallways, causing quite a commotion. While she did enjoy meat at a stressful time like this, her unexpected trip downstairs killed her craving.

"I know, Pheebs, but I had to get you outta there 'cause Chandler is about to tell Monica that he likes her!" Joey hurriedly led her down the hallway, whispering. He was as anxious as Chandler, yet nowhere near as nervous.

"Oh gosh, really? That is so cool!" Phoebe held onto his hand, grinning and nodding.

"Yeah, but I mean let's go get some food anyway. I'm starving!" Joey yelled, as they rushed down to the cafeteria.

The hailing of tears crashing to the floor brought him back from his stupor. Everything in the room was amplified, and Ross knew that he was awake. The vexed cries throughout the room were explicit. One was his sister's, and the other… Chandler? What the hell was going on? Did he hurt her? He needed to see what had transpired, but no matter how hard he tried, the world would not return. The only clear-cut thing that he make out was a definitive 'No' by Chandler. What did he decline? Monica soon broke down into tears and promptly ran out of the room, which did not get a peep out of Chandler. His eyes began to open, and he saw the horrible truth. Lifting his arm as high as he could, which wasn't even that high, he relied on Chandler to turn around. But all he did was walk forward, trying to chase her. Ross's eyes widened, as his friend reached the door. Screaming inside his own subconscious, Ross lamented in defeat.

Turn around. Turn around damnit!

Thus, he was alone again. The beeping of the machines were his only company, and they easily became a nuisance. Not enough strength to even push the call button for a nurse. Ross believed that this would not be as bad as comatose, but he was mistaken, like usual. For what seemed like hours, he waited for someone to step into the room, hoping it would be Rachel. There was nothing.

Chandler shuffled down the hallway, unable to concentrate on anything other than how he may have just ruined the greatest thing that has ever happened to him. Not only did he lose the potential love of his life, but he may have lost one of his greatest friends. She was too good for him, and after a while, he decided to let her run. It was stupid to think that this would have gone well. Chandler branded himself a coward; how could he ever face his friends again? This question burned in his mind as he stumbled into the cafeteria, dragging his feet towards Joey and Phoebe, not even having the courage to look directly at them. They remained speechless as he plopped himself into a chair next to them, burying his face into his hands.

"What happened?" Phoebe asked, sympathetically.

"I screwed up. Badly. God, I'm such an idiot!" Chandler forcefully stood up, pacing around the table. His voice became an outlet of self-loathing, with a hint of sadness. It was obvious that he had regretted his choice.

"Just tell us what happened." Joey took another bite of his chicken leg.

"Monica said she had feelings for me." Chandler placed his hands on his hips, still in denial. He whipped around, unable to look at anything other than the cold, hard ground. It suited him well, as that's where he belonged.

"Good lord Chandler…" Joey stood up to comfort his friend, just to be pushed away; just like he pushed away Monica.

Breaking into tears, Chandler's head shot up towards the ceiling, and he inhaled deeply. "T-Then she asked if I felt the same way…" His breathing became rapid, and the other people in the room soon took notice.

"Yeah?" Joey and Phoebe surrounded him. They noted the large black bags that hung under Chandler's eyes; they cradled several tears that threatened to fall. They already stained his shirt, and came close to staining the broken pieces of his heart.

"I couldn't say yes."

"Why not?" Joey became more than worried at this point.

"I didn't want to tell her I liked her since she wasn't sure that she really liked me." His tone carried the stench of bitterness.

"That is so crazy! You should've told her!" Phoebe yelled at him, enraged over Chandler's fear.

He shook his head in skepticism. "You didn't see her face… I couldn't hurt her…" His knees buckled, and he practically fell back into Joey. Chandler was quickly propped back up, and sighed in confusion. Recalling Monica's face, he began to calm down.

Phoebe put her hands onto his shoulders, soothing him. "So where is she?"

Chandler shrugged. "The apartment, I guess."

Joey and Phoebe pulled him into a hug, knowing that they needed to do damage control. It was settled: Chandler would stay at the hospital and Joey and Phoebe would search for Monica. The last thing on their minds was Ross, who had just woken up. He would just need to hold on for a little longer. The last thing he needed was his sister missing, and possibly hurt.

So he decided to trudge up back to Ross. How would he ever explain to him that he had feelings for his sister? As he traipsed into the room, the first thing he saw was the chocolate eyes staring at him. Ross was finally awake, and he sat up, able to move his arms, albeit not as well as he could. A wave of relief washed over Chandler, and he came to his best friend's side. Smiling, he asked Ross if he needed anything.

'Paper'. Barely a murmur, but better than nothing. Chandler reached over to his briefcase and pulled out a piece of college-ruled lined paper. Figuring he needed a writing utensil, he pulled out a small pencil as well. Handing it to Ross, he watched him begin to sketch something.

"Okay, Joey, you go look at Central Perk, and I'll go look for her at Central Park." Joey and Phoebe stood outside of the hospital, worried for Monica.

"Wait, what? You just said the same thing!" Joey had an extremely flustered look on his face.

Phoebe took a blank look to his dim-witted nature, and simply improvised. "Just go look for Monica at the coffeehouse, and I will meet you there!"

However, they were both too late.

The thin piece of metal was grasped tightly in her fist, encroaching upon her velvet skin. It glowed pale in the moonlight, contrasting her darkened heart. This was an affliction that could not be coped with. Is this how Rachel felt after the accident? Yet, she was stronger. She didn't have to do this. And, this was about a stupid crush; not the love of her life. How could this have gotten out of hand? It was Chandler. Chandler. A guy who once joked about being her backup husband. Maybe, he really meant it. Either way, something about him was so different. He looked at her, and she would just feel so good. He said her name, and she would melt in her clothes. Monica. The very thought made her entire body tingle with passion. No matter how good she felt though, the fact was that he rejected her advances; he had no idea how much that hurt. At the very least, they would've had sympathy sex. The circumstances called for it, and Chandler wouldn't say no to that. Although, it may not be much better; Monica's feelings could not be kept in check. So here she sat, razor in hand, ready to release her troubles. A single flick of the wrist and a deep breath, and the warmth set Monica ablaze.

Not until the blood flowed to her cold fingers, and the copper fetor rushed into her brain, that Monica began to feel her snafu. It stung like hell. The metal clanked the floor, and she began screaming bloody murder. She was paralyzed, unable to move. All she could do was watch as the crimson fluid spurted out and tainted her perfect skin. Closing her eyes, hoping to let the man in black take her away, Monica thought of her friends. Those who had given her support in her time of need. This, however, she had to do alone.

Then Rachel walked through the door. Monica was half-angry about it, but there was nothing she could do. Rachel dropped her bag and immediately rushed over to her, almost vomiting at the sight. Grabbing several of their towels, Rachel attempted to clean up while calling 911. The ambulance could not come fast enough.

Who was next?