"Was I going to..." Chandler said, not being able to finish his sentence.
"I think you were..." Monica started crying as he looked at his wrist.
"I think I'm gonna throw up," Chandler said, and he bolted from the room. Monica curled up in a ball and held one of his t-shirts close to her. She could have lost him. He came back looking pale and she cleaned him up and sat on the bed with him, laying her head on his chest. She felt relieved every time he took a breath.
"Why would you ever do that to me..." Monica asked him, and he sighed.
"I have no idea. The last thing I remeber is Joey telling me... and then next thing I know, you're knocking glass out of my hands and yelling my name. I..." Chandler stopped and suddenly looked like a lost puppy. Monica hated seeing him so vunerable. She kissed him quickly on the lips, something they had done before as friends. He looked into her eyes, and then down at her lips, and then he was leaning in, and then he was kissing her. She was too shocked to kiss him back, but when he tangled his hands in her hair, it felt natural. She kissed him back, and for a few minuets more, that's all they did. They pulled apart and Monica lay her forehead against his.
"Stay with me tonight," She said, and he nodded.
"I'm tired." He said, and Monica lay him down and tucked him in. He was asleep within seconds. She turned the light out and crept back to her apartment, shut the door and leant against it, smiling. Rachel came out of her room and saw her grinning.
"Who've you been making out with?" She asked straight away.