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Shortly after Monica left his hospitalroom , the doctor enetered and explained everything he needed to know about his current condition.
"So, I'll be fine and all I have is a broken leg and a few broken ribs?" Chandler asked.
"Yeah, so , by the looks of it, looks like you'll be ready to leave this hospital by tomorrow." The doctor replied.
"Oh, that's great. Thanks." Chandler replied. And with that being said, the doctor then left leaving Chandler alone.
Chandler fell into a comforting slumber. He didn't really dream of anything, but his sleep was then later disturbed by Rachel who had come into his hospital room.
"Hey, Chandler, how are you feeling?" Rachel gentle voice asked him,
"I guess I'm okay, the doctor said I could get back to the apartment by tomorrow." Chandler mentioned.
"Well, that's great! But seriously, how are you feeling?" Rachel asked again.
"Huh? Didn't you just ask me that exact same question?" Chandler was confused.
"I know I did. But you didn't answer me right. How are you feeling about everything? Like, you know, the previous events, the accident, the wedding... " Rachel said.
"Oh, I see what this is about, you want me to tell you about what I feel about Monica getting married." Chandler finally catching-on to Rachel's idea.
"Yes! " Rachel exclaimed.
"Well, what can I do about it? I mean, obviously I still love her, but there's nothing I can do. She's happy with Richard and seeing her happy, makes me happy. So why, why would I want to do anything to change that?" Chandler said.
"Precisely, because you love her." Rachel said.
"Yes, you see, one would think that way Rach, but I actually do care about her and I know that she currently loves Richard way more than she loves me now or even more than she has ever loved me." Chandler said.
"Well-" Rachel tried to start, but Chandler continued.
"I mean, she was the one who said that this was probably for the best. She getting married, me being alone. We're probably better off as friends." Chandler said.
"Okay, Chandler, I get it, I understand precisely what you're saying. But, you'll be fine after all this, right? I mean, when you get back to the apartment, you'll be fine right?" Rachel asked.
"Of course , Rachel, Why wouldn't I be fine? I mean it is normal to be a little sad after the best relationship you've ever had ended. And a little sad when the woman you've always loved got married to a man who doesn't deserve her. And I'll probably be reminded of all that when I get back to the apartment we both shared. But, that's all normal right?" Chandler asked.
"Okay, Just as long as you'll be fine. I miss you Chandler. The old you. The funny-and-sometimes-annoying Chandler."
"I assure you, Rach. There's nothing to worry about. I'll be fine. And before you know it, the annoying guy who lived across from you guys for so long, will finally be back." Chandler said.
"Thank you. Well, I have now, got to go, I have to head home and fix a few things for my meeting tomorrow. You'll be fine here , right?" Rachel asked.
"Of course. It's not like I could ask you to stay here with me until I fall asleep." Chandler replied.
"Okay, then, good bye." Rachel said as she walked towards the door.
"Oh, and Rach," Chandler said.
"Yes, Chandler?" Rachel looked back towards him and smiled.
"Thanks, for everything." Chandler said.
"Hey, what are friends for? No problem. I'll pass by your apartment tomorrow when you ge back. Bye." And with that she closed the door leaving yet again Chandler all alone.
Chandler fell asleep and once he woke up, it was morning. The doctor entered his room and said that he could leave.
After leaving the hospital, Chandler took a cab to his apartment. Arriving in front of his apartment, he knocked on Apartment 19 just to see if Joey was home.
"Hmm, no answer, probably just me all alone again." Chandler mumbled to himself.
"Home Sweet Home." He uttered as he entered the door. He stopped by the kitchen table if any letters came in.
"Nope, None. What a lonely person I am. Not even a letter or bills to receive." He once again said to himself.
As he walked towards his bedroom, he noticed a picture of the gang on the coffee table. It was a picture taken in Central Perk by Gunther. It was a candid shot. 'Gunther probably just forgot to do the picture countdown before he took this, that's why nobody was paying attention'. Chandler thought to himself. He wasn't really in the happy mood, but this picture definitely made him laugh. Rachel and Joey were sitting together on one side of the sofa, probably talking about sandwiches and the new trends their trying out at Ralph Lauren. On the opposite side of the sofa sat Phoebe and Ross. Ross was talking about some new theory about the dinosaurs and Phoebe was trying to make a song out of all the things she's learning from Ross. In the middle sat, Monica and Chandler. The happiest couple in the world, then. They looked so happy in love. Chandler arm draped over her shoulder and Monica's hand on his leg. They just couldn't look any sweeter than that.
Chandler focused his attention to Him and Monica. 'We looked so in love. God, I miss her so much. Too bad she's married now'. He thought to himself. He placed the picture down and entered his bedroom, a room he previously shared with Monica. Laying down on the bed, he was soon reminded of the day that ended everything.
"I remember everything like it was yesterday..."
"Monica, Monica. Are you in here? I have to tell you something. Monica?"
"What do you want, Chandler?" Monica asked, dragging along a suitcase with hear as tears began flowing down her cheeks.
"Oh, thank God, I'm not too late." He replied with a sigh of relief. "What are you doing with those bags?" Chandler asked, scared of what she would say next.
"I'm sorry Chandler, I've made up my mind. We can't stay together if we don't want the same things."
"What are you talking about Mon? I do want what you want. I want to marry you, have children with you, grow old with 's why I ran through the city, I looked for you everywhere. Then I found you here and I thought to myself that I had to propose now.I even had a ring see-" Chandler said as he grabbed her arm and pulled her towards himself.
"No, Chandler. I've made up my mind. Let me go." Monica said trying to pull her arm away from Chandler's grip.
"Monica, can't you just open your eyes for a second and think of how great we would be together when we're married." Chandler wanted to convince her that he wasn't ready to let her go.
"I already did. And we would be great. It's just that, I... I can't deal with this now, Chandler." Monica said.
"But Mon, I still lo-" Chandler tried to tell her, but Monica stopped him before he said anything.
"No! No, Chandler. Please, don't make it harder than it already is. Let me go, we wouldn't have lasted any longer!" Monica replied.
"How would you know! You're the one who's quitting. We're fine Monica! Nothing's wrong with , Please-" Chandler explained.
"Chandler, please, please. Just let 're killing both of us. We can still be friends, just, you've gotta let me go." Monica pleaded.
Chandler removed his grip from her arm and let her run to the door. What's the point of keeping her if her happiness is somewhere else?
And as Chandler removed his grip from her arm, she ran towards the door, opened it, headed out then slammed it. She headed to Richard's apartment, hoping she'd be happier there. Chandler was soon left in his apartment, crying like there was no tomorrow.
And after seeing the scene play over and over again in his head, he decided that if Monica only wanted to be friends, then friends they will be. 'Because I am moving on. Monica is a friend and nothing more. I am moving on'. He thought to himself. Funny how things are always easier said than done.
A/N: End of Chapter 3. :)
I'm not really sure what I want to happen next. So suggest please:)
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