After this part, the story is going to pick more and a major.. hmm..
(event?) is coming real soon. Da story is going to be shiftin'. Stay tuned
*du du duuuuhhhh* Hehe Thanks for reading everyone. :)
Suffer Ch. 5
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Catch your breath Hit the wall Scream out loud As you start to crawl Back in your cage the only place Where they will Leave you alone.
- Lifehouse
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I'm on the 'Days of Our lives' set. Huh? I thought I was fired from this show. I look down at my clothes. I'm wearing the white doctor coat, the one that I loved putting on in the morning, and would keep on at lunchtime so I could go into restaurants across the street and say as Doctor Drake Ramorai (sp), "I am a doctor."
Monica is laying in a bed that is by my side. She's looking pale, lifeless - dead. But not quite, the heart monitor still beating steadily every few seconds. It's weak.
"Monica?" I say to her. She doesn't answer, but in her condition, I don't expect her to. Everybody is around me, Ross, Rachel, Chandler, Phoebe. They're sad. Chandler's crying.
Chandler CRYING? Nothing could break through his heart of steel to make him *cry*.
"What is wrong with you, HELP HER!" Chandler suddenly yells, as he sits by her side, her hand in his.
"I..I.." I stammer. What is going on? I'm not a doctor.
"Yeah Drake, come on!" A whiney medical student suddenly appears by my side and prompts, holding a chart.
"I'm not a doctor! I don't know-" I am interuppted by the flatliner sound. Her heart has stopped. Everybody is glaring at me, waiting for me to probably take those funky paddles where you see 'clear!' and they're magically back to life.
"Don't let her die, No! I hate you!" Chandler stands up, desperate and points his finger to my chest in a rage.
"I hate you! I hate you! You've never belonged! You don't know anything! You're an idiot!" Chandler screams in a wild rage once more, this time jabbing his finger into my left shoulder as I am forced to take backward steps.
"I..I.."
Rachel grabs hold of Chandler's arm, tears stinging in her eyes.
"Don't, honey. He can't help that he's stupid.." she says quietly and peeks at me.
Rachel thinks I'm stupid?
"Just get outta here," Ross' turn to fume and his eyes set my soul on fire. I back out of the room and into the soap opera hallway.
"I'm not even a doctor!" I wail and frantically throw my white medical jacket on the floor.
**
Walking down the leaf covered street to Central Perk, a kid on a bike almost takes my arm off. The dream is still fresh and I can't seem to shake it away. How come whenever you're in a crappy situation, you always seem to have crappy dreams to go with it. If the Doctor Drake Ramorai (sp) part hadn't made itself present, it would have fooled me real.
I open the door to the coffeeshop, just intending to grab a large to go, but Holy Jove, the gang is on the couch. Mike is absent this time, but the other 4 haven't let me down. I catch Chandler's arm around Monica over the top of the couch. 'Get a room', I think silently trying to ignore them, but not showing that I am trying to, but rather pretending (mm hmm) that I'm just "stupid Joey". I walk over to the counter where Gunther stands and I order that large coffee to go.
While he's pouring it, I turn my head and catch the circular wall clock. Near five. Oh, why are they still here? No premotions, or marriages, or pregnancies to celebrate?
"Hey Joe! Over here!" Chandler calls from his spot on the couch. I turn, and everybody is still looking at me. Reminds me again of the dream. Staring at me, waiting for me to save a life. Stupid Joey. It wasn't even real.
Gunther hands me the large cardoard cup and is shocked that I actually hand him a five and tell him to keep the change. Why I did that? Indifference. It's just money. Gunther's a person too - he also has bills to pay. Plus maybe the next time I come in, drooling over the freshly backed chocolate muffins, he'd secretly slide one over to me.
My 'usual' spot at the table is free and I sit down with my coffee. Why do *they* always get the couch? Phoebe gets the armchair. That chair is the best!
"Sooo.. Chandler was telling us you had a hot date last night and now you're hungover. What's her name?" Monica coos.
"Uh..uh.. Gertrude." Nice going Joe. Gertrude? First name that came to my mind. 'Joey and Gertrude'. Right, that's believable.
Everybody kind of smirks and looks at eachother.
"Gertrude huh.. What is she, an archeologist or something?" Ross chuckles at his stupid joke and looks around the group again. What's he looking for, a nobel prize? It wasn't even funny. Nobody laughs, but they smile, and that's usually just as bad.
"Yeah, maybe she is." I take a sip of my coffee and it scalds my tongue. Great. now I won't be able to taste that pepperoni pizza.
"Are you kidding me?" Ross smirks again, and -again- looks around for reaction.
"Nope," I said simply. It was always interesting getting Ross all hyped up.
"You, and an archeologist? You and an ARCHEOLOGIST? Do you even know what that is?"
I know it has to do with old bones, but I'm not giving him the satisfaction.
"Yup."
"Joey, the most historic thing you know, is what's in that blue tupperware in your fridge," he laughs back.
(Actually, I have no idea what that brown goop in the blue tupperware is, but after that dream, that is not what's coming to mind first.)
"That was there before *I* moved in," Chandler pipes in and then adds, "Like one of us would ever own 'tupperware'." Monica jabs him lightly, her being the tupperware queen.
I stay silent.
"Hey Joe, when was the Cycladic Period?" Ross starts up again, trying to make me look like an idiot and be funny. What the hell is the Cycladic Period?
"What about the Minoan Culture? Huh?" He prompts and it makes me angry. I stand up with my coffee. The dream is replaying in my head. 'Stupid'..'Idiot'. I stand up, not wanting to take this anymore.
"You're not funny Ross; None of you are."
I start on my walk out, and swear at myself. I just gave away too much information. Now they know something's up. My next game plan? Go back to the apartment, turn on the tv, place an open beer beside me and blame it all on the hangover and tiredness. They can't argue with that.
I leave the shop, still hearing them quietly discussing what had just happened.
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Suffer Ch. 5
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Catch your breath Hit the wall Scream out loud As you start to crawl Back in your cage the only place Where they will Leave you alone.
- Lifehouse
~
I'm on the 'Days of Our lives' set. Huh? I thought I was fired from this show. I look down at my clothes. I'm wearing the white doctor coat, the one that I loved putting on in the morning, and would keep on at lunchtime so I could go into restaurants across the street and say as Doctor Drake Ramorai (sp), "I am a doctor."
Monica is laying in a bed that is by my side. She's looking pale, lifeless - dead. But not quite, the heart monitor still beating steadily every few seconds. It's weak.
"Monica?" I say to her. She doesn't answer, but in her condition, I don't expect her to. Everybody is around me, Ross, Rachel, Chandler, Phoebe. They're sad. Chandler's crying.
Chandler CRYING? Nothing could break through his heart of steel to make him *cry*.
"What is wrong with you, HELP HER!" Chandler suddenly yells, as he sits by her side, her hand in his.
"I..I.." I stammer. What is going on? I'm not a doctor.
"Yeah Drake, come on!" A whiney medical student suddenly appears by my side and prompts, holding a chart.
"I'm not a doctor! I don't know-" I am interuppted by the flatliner sound. Her heart has stopped. Everybody is glaring at me, waiting for me to probably take those funky paddles where you see 'clear!' and they're magically back to life.
"Don't let her die, No! I hate you!" Chandler stands up, desperate and points his finger to my chest in a rage.
"I hate you! I hate you! You've never belonged! You don't know anything! You're an idiot!" Chandler screams in a wild rage once more, this time jabbing his finger into my left shoulder as I am forced to take backward steps.
"I..I.."
Rachel grabs hold of Chandler's arm, tears stinging in her eyes.
"Don't, honey. He can't help that he's stupid.." she says quietly and peeks at me.
Rachel thinks I'm stupid?
"Just get outta here," Ross' turn to fume and his eyes set my soul on fire. I back out of the room and into the soap opera hallway.
"I'm not even a doctor!" I wail and frantically throw my white medical jacket on the floor.
**
Walking down the leaf covered street to Central Perk, a kid on a bike almost takes my arm off. The dream is still fresh and I can't seem to shake it away. How come whenever you're in a crappy situation, you always seem to have crappy dreams to go with it. If the Doctor Drake Ramorai (sp) part hadn't made itself present, it would have fooled me real.
I open the door to the coffeeshop, just intending to grab a large to go, but Holy Jove, the gang is on the couch. Mike is absent this time, but the other 4 haven't let me down. I catch Chandler's arm around Monica over the top of the couch. 'Get a room', I think silently trying to ignore them, but not showing that I am trying to, but rather pretending (mm hmm) that I'm just "stupid Joey". I walk over to the counter where Gunther stands and I order that large coffee to go.
While he's pouring it, I turn my head and catch the circular wall clock. Near five. Oh, why are they still here? No premotions, or marriages, or pregnancies to celebrate?
"Hey Joe! Over here!" Chandler calls from his spot on the couch. I turn, and everybody is still looking at me. Reminds me again of the dream. Staring at me, waiting for me to save a life. Stupid Joey. It wasn't even real.
Gunther hands me the large cardoard cup and is shocked that I actually hand him a five and tell him to keep the change. Why I did that? Indifference. It's just money. Gunther's a person too - he also has bills to pay. Plus maybe the next time I come in, drooling over the freshly backed chocolate muffins, he'd secretly slide one over to me.
My 'usual' spot at the table is free and I sit down with my coffee. Why do *they* always get the couch? Phoebe gets the armchair. That chair is the best!
"Sooo.. Chandler was telling us you had a hot date last night and now you're hungover. What's her name?" Monica coos.
"Uh..uh.. Gertrude." Nice going Joe. Gertrude? First name that came to my mind. 'Joey and Gertrude'. Right, that's believable.
Everybody kind of smirks and looks at eachother.
"Gertrude huh.. What is she, an archeologist or something?" Ross chuckles at his stupid joke and looks around the group again. What's he looking for, a nobel prize? It wasn't even funny. Nobody laughs, but they smile, and that's usually just as bad.
"Yeah, maybe she is." I take a sip of my coffee and it scalds my tongue. Great. now I won't be able to taste that pepperoni pizza.
"Are you kidding me?" Ross smirks again, and -again- looks around for reaction.
"Nope," I said simply. It was always interesting getting Ross all hyped up.
"You, and an archeologist? You and an ARCHEOLOGIST? Do you even know what that is?"
I know it has to do with old bones, but I'm not giving him the satisfaction.
"Yup."
"Joey, the most historic thing you know, is what's in that blue tupperware in your fridge," he laughs back.
(Actually, I have no idea what that brown goop in the blue tupperware is, but after that dream, that is not what's coming to mind first.)
"That was there before *I* moved in," Chandler pipes in and then adds, "Like one of us would ever own 'tupperware'." Monica jabs him lightly, her being the tupperware queen.
I stay silent.
"Hey Joe, when was the Cycladic Period?" Ross starts up again, trying to make me look like an idiot and be funny. What the hell is the Cycladic Period?
"What about the Minoan Culture? Huh?" He prompts and it makes me angry. I stand up with my coffee. The dream is replaying in my head. 'Stupid'..'Idiot'. I stand up, not wanting to take this anymore.
"You're not funny Ross; None of you are."
I start on my walk out, and swear at myself. I just gave away too much information. Now they know something's up. My next game plan? Go back to the apartment, turn on the tv, place an open beer beside me and blame it all on the hangover and tiredness. They can't argue with that.
I leave the shop, still hearing them quietly discussing what had just happened.
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