26DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN FRIENDS OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS.
AN: I KNOW IS SAID THAT I WOULD WRITE AND EPILOGUE FOR OUR HERO, BUT I RAN OUT OF IDEAS. AND THE LAST CHAPTER SOUNDED LIKE A GOOD PLACE TO STOP. ANYWAY, THIS CHAPTER I WROTE IN SCHOOL BECAUSE I WAS BROAD, (I REALLY DON'T LIKE MIDDLE SCHOOL) SO HERE YOU GO. (FYI SET IN SEASON 1)
It's Simple
MONICA'S POV
It's simple I don't want to be here, Chandler doesn't want to be here. It's simple Chandler saved me.
We were in the coffee house, Gunther gave us the keys to lock up, and Chandler had gone to the bathroom. While I was waiting for him someone came into the coffee house, I thought it was just one of my friends. I looked over at the man that now sat on the couch, then I realized that he had his hand on my leg. Before I knew it he planted me into the couch, laid on top of me, and kissed me. I wanted to break free, I wanted to be safe at home in my bed, I wanted Chandler to save me. I tried to break free, but his hand held tightly onto my wrists. He started to take off my shirt, before I heard someone yell behind me.
"What is going on?!" Chandler yelled after he exited the bathroom.
"Who are you?!" The man yelled and got off me.
"Her boyfriend!" Chandler yelled, I knew he was lying, but he only want to protect me.
"That's to bad, for tonight she is mine." The man said and crawled back on top of me to take of my shirt. As he continued to kiss me I began to cry. I desperately I wanted Chandler to get him off. Then I felt him get pulled off of me. I watched as Chandler tried to punch him. I watched in horror as the man pulled out a gun and shot Chandler in the chest. The gun shot and the man looked at Chandler's still forum. He glared at me before he left the coffee house. After the man was totally gone, I quickly pulled on my shirt and ran over to Chandler. I knelled by his side and gently ran my fingers over the bullet wound on his chest. As tears fell down my face, I lightly kissed his cheek.
I jumped into action and ran over to the phone on the counter. With shaky hands I picked up the receiver and dialed 911. As it dialed I left my eye's glued on Chandler
"911, what's your emergency?" A woman asked from the other end.
"Hello, My-my friend has been shot." I shuttered.
"Ok miss stay calm, where was he or she shot?" The woman asked.
"In the chest." I said with a sob.
"Ok miss where are you?" The woman asked.
"Central Perk, it's in the village."
"Ok miss the ambulance is on it's way." The woman said. I didn't bother to say goodbye or thank you, I just hung up the phone and ran back to Chandler's side. His hand was draped over his abdomen, that was now covered in blood. At this point I didn't care if I got blood all over me. I took his hand in mine and held it my chest. My thumb stroked small circles on the back of his hand, as silent tears rolled down my cheeks.
"Don't you dare leave me, Chandler Bing." I whispered and brought his hand up to mine and kissed it softly. "You are my best friend and I love you. You don't deserve this, you are so sweet. Why did this happen to you honey?" My own words made me sob even harder. I pushed away the hair from his forehead and kissed it.
It wasn't long before the paramedics arrived. I watched in silence as they moved Chandler onto the gurney. And in less than two minutes we were off.
Now here I am sitting in the ER waiting for the news on Chandler's condition. After they had taken Chandler into surgery, I called the rest of out friends. I didn't tell them over the phone, I just said come to the hospital quickly.
"Monica!" I hear someone yell from the entrance. I turn around to be faced by my four friends.
"Monica are you ok? Why is there blood on your shirt?" Ross asks.
"Ross," I say and walk around to stand in front of him. "I'm fine," I take a pause. "it's Chandler." I finally manage to say.
"Chandler? What's wrong with him?" Rachel asks.
"He's been shot." I state.
"What?" Joey asks softly.
"What do you mean Chandler got shot?" Phoebe asks.
"It's all my fault I am so sorry" I say and bury my face in my hands
"Mon how is this your fault?" Ross asks.
"I should have just let the guy rape me." I sob.
"What?!" My four friends yell.
"Mon start from the beginning." Phoebe says calmly.
"Gunther gave us the keys to lock up, and Chandler went to the bathroom. This guy came into the coffee house and tried to rape me. Chandler tried to pull him of, but then the guy shot him in the chest." I say quietly.
"Mon it's not your fault." Rachel says and pulls me into a hug.
"Is anyone here for Chandler Bing?" A doctor asks as he walks into the waiting room.
"That's us." I say.
"Well has slipped into coma. The bullet entered his lung, which caused it to fill with blood. He is now on a ventilator, we have made him comfortable, but there is a good chance that he won't pull through." I sob trying to suppress my tears. "Would one of you like to see him?" The doctor asks. In one swift motion my friends turn to face me. I look at the doctor and I nod slightly. With that he leads me back to his room. As I enter the room I close my eyes and take a deep breath. I open my eyes when I hear the click of the door.
As soon as I open my eyes I see him, I see his bed propped up at a 45 degree angle, the blanket covers his stomach, and his hands lay on top of the blanket. Then my eyes look at his face, his beautiful face. His shining blue eyes are covered by his closed eye lids, and his mouth is opened just enough for the ventilator.
The only sound I can here, is the sound of the heart monitor. The constant beep that haunts my mind.
I take his hand in mine, careful of the IV in his arm, and rub tiny circles over his forehand. I want so badly for his hand to react, even though I know it won't. The peaceful look on his face, scares the crap out of me. I would do anything in my power to pull him out of this pain.
"Chandler, I know you can here me. Baby I need you to come back to me. Why didn't I tell you. I have loved since the moment you showed up with that stupid hair cut. What are we going to do without you? Who's gonna fill the silence? I swear if you die I will never get over it." My own words successfully make me cry harder. I can no longer stand on my own legs, so I pull up a chair and sit down. Suddenly I need more contact with Chandler. So gently, ever so gently, I lay my head on his stomach, and fall asleep.
I am awaken by a hand gently stroking my head. I look up and a pair of bright blue eyes suddenly lock lock mine.
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