Rachel sat there for another minute or two, contemplating the events of the strange conversation she had just had, before running inside and upstairs. As she was heading to her room to grab her tennis shoes she saw Carol. "Hey! Where were you last night?" she asked, making conversation. "Oh, I forgot to leave a note, but I was walking, way down the beach and kind of lost track of time." She lied (Rachel was a cheerleader, not stupid). "Well I'm off on a walk of my own! I've got to clear my head, sometimes there's just too much going on inside that bad boy!" she joked, "Hey, I forgot to leave a note myself, would you tell everyone where I am?" She asked without waiting for an answer before running out the door.
All she could think of was Ross. She almost didn't notice the piece of paper with her name on it taped to the mailbox. She took it off and read it. It was Paul, asking her to join him and his family for dinner that night, time andplace.
Oh my god Paul, she thought. She tried to concentrate on all her favorite things about him. It just kept coming back to how none of that even compared to Ross.
All of a sudden she felt dizzy, like she needed to lie down. She felt faint and light headed. Fortunately someone was jogging down the road, just as the lights went out.
When she woke up the first person she saw was Monica, leaning over her bed to see if she was okay. Then she realized she wasn't in her bed she was in a hospital room. She tried to sit up but Ross' gentle, firm hands pushed her back down. Ross. Now she remembered. Fortunately Paul wasn't there. She knew what she had to do but she didn't quite want to deal with it now.
"What happened to me?" she asked. Ross said "We don't know really. Just that you had… some kind of anxiety attack. Thankfully dad was jogging down the road at the perfect time," she tried to sit up again to thank him but got dizzy headed and fell back down. "He's not here right now, he went to get us all something to eat. He should be back any minute. Anyway, he didn't quite catch you but thankfully he was there at the right time or you could've slipped into a coma, or so your doctor person says. Here she is now." A rather large woman, probably in her mid to late thirties walked in with a very large clipboard.
"Okay I'm going to need everyone to leave the room so I can ask Miss. Green here some questions," the doctor announced. "Actually, can my friend Monica stay in here with me?" Rachel asked as everyone else shuffled out. "Whatever," mumbled Dr. Niknam, and waved Monica back in. She was thankful to have her friend there to clasp her hand.