"Okay Miss. Green, how are you feeling?" asked the doctor. "I've been better," she replied, "I wish I could sit up." Dr. whatshername pressed some button and the back of the bed rose about two feet so she had a better view of the rather monotonous hospital room. "Better?" she asked. "Much." "Now, do you have any recollection of what happened in the 15 minutes before the incedent?" Asked the doctor. "I believe so; will this information be kept private?" she nodded her head yes and Rachel explained everything.
When Dr. Whatchamacallit finished she was released and Monica was endlessly tried to apologize for what she believed to be her fault. When she stepped out into the hall, not only was Ross there but Paul had arrived as well, with flowers. Monica motioned to Chandler (who, oddly enough, never left her side these days) and the two of them engaged Ross in conversation so she could talk to Paul.
Rachel breathed in the fresh air as she burst through the hospital doors and made her way through the parking lot to Mr. Geller's waiting rental car. She felt good. No, better than good, she felt great. She had never been all that good at breakups but Paul took it really well, thankfully.
That night, before they went to bed, Monica told Chandler what Rachel had told her doctor. "Huh," he said thoughtfully, "So, Rachel loves Ross, Ross loves Rachel, Ross doesn't know about her, she may know about him, and amidst this all, Ross and Carol are still in love as well." He
outlined. "Basically," Monica began, "It's getting intense, I almost feel like a puppet master." She turned to face him. "I'll tell you what, tomorrow, I'll find something fun to do with Carol and Rachel, and you take Ross out for drinks. Tell him to get a grip, pick a girl, and get over him self; because its high time he did." And with that they got into bed and fell asleep. It'd been a long day.