The One At the ER
Feb. 3rd, 2010 04:54 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
pickyourmoments“To hell with hockey! Let’s all do that!”
Chandler watched as Ross moved from the sofa to the front door of Central Perk.
“Come on, Ross,” he pleaded. “You, me, Joey, ice, guy’s night out. Come on, what do you say, big guy? Huh? Huh? Huh?”
Ross stepped away from Chandler, as he continued to fake punch him in the stomach. “What are you doing?” he asked.
“I have no idea.”
Eventually, Chandler and Joey managed to wear Ross down into going to the Rangers game with them, with the promise of buying him one of those big foam hands.
Which is how, four hours later, the three of them found themselves in the emergency room at Bellevue. Once Ross got forgot about Carol, they were able to actually start enjoying the night. The seats were great, even if not all next to one another. And close enough that Ross was able to catch a puck.
Okay, he did catch the puck with his face, but he still caught it.
“Listen, it’s kind of an Emergency,” Chandler said to the bitchy woman behind the counter. “Well, I guess you’d know that, otherwise we’d be in the predicament room.”
He laughed nervously as the Godzilla woman looked at him. “Hold on,” she said to whomever she was speaking with on the telephone. She turned to Chandler and Joey, tossing a clipboard in their direction. “Fill this out. Sit over there.”
It soon became clear that she didn’t care about Ross’ dented face, and the three of them quickly made their way to a row of seats.
It was only a matter of minutes before Joey found an unattended wheelchair, and was begging Chandler to push him around in it. And it was a matter of seconds before Chandler obliged Joey, and pushed him straight down a corridor, sending him crashing into a trolley.
“Now you’ll be in a wheelchair for the rest of your life!” Chandler shouted at him. “You’ll never walk again!”
It was just then when a man with a broken leg was wheeled by. Chandler jumped at the severe look he got from both the man, and the other guy pushing the chair.
They sat in the waiting room almost two hours before Ross was finally seen by someone. By that point, Chandler had found a cache of medical tape, which he and Joey had used on their faces. They weren’t trying to accomplish anything, other than pissing off the Godzilla woman. And it worked, obviously, because she threatened to call security on them. Eventually, they managed to calm down, and even had a pleasant conversation about how Ross had only ever slept with one woman.
Not that Chandler was in any position to judge, but as far as anyone else knew, even he had a few on Ross. It was an utter lie, but no one had to know that.
Eventually, well after midnight, Ross finally emerged from a corridor with the biggest piece of face gear taped to his face Chandler had ever seen. He walked up to the counter and tossed his clipboard down.
“Oh,” the Godzilla Woman said, not even trying to hide her laughter. “That’s attractive.”
Chandler had tried to be nice, but now, he couldn’t resist jumping in as well. “Oh, I thought you were great in Silence of the Lambs,” he told Ross, who was less than amused. “Oh, come on. Admit it. All things considered, you had fun tonight.”
“Fun?” Ross asked. “Where was the fun? Tell me specifically, which part was the fun part? And where’s my puck?”
Joey started to stutter, and then turned round. “The kid has it,” he said, pointing to a young boy sitting where Ross had been seated earlier.
“The kid?” Ross asked. He pushed past Joey and Chandler, making his way to the boy. “Uh, excuse me. That’s my puck.
The kid turned round in his seat. “I found it,” he said. “Finders keepers, losers weepers.”
Ross was at a loss. He looked up at Chandler, hoping for some adult advice.
“You gotta do it, man,” Chandler said with a shrug.
Sighing, Ross turned back to the boy. “Oh, yeah? Well, I’m rubber, you’re glue. Whatever you—I can’t do it.”
At least he tried. Chandler patted him on the shoulder before making his way to the other side of the waiting room. Ross, deciding to be the grown up in all this, sat down on the seat directly behind the boy.
“Listen, gimme back my puck,” he said.
“No,” the boy replied.
“Yes, how ‘bout?”
Before anyone realised what was happening, Ross had engaged the boy in a tug of war over the puck, both of them shouting over who the rightful owner was, while Chandler and Joey watched on from a distance.
“Hey! Hey!” the Godzilla Woman called. “No rough-housing in my ER!”
The tug of war over the puck ended quickly when the boy suddenly let go. Not prepared for such a turn of events, Ross lost his grip on it, and it flew across the ER, hitting the Godzilla woman in the face, which in turn sent her straight to the floor. The four of them all looked to see if the Godzilla woman would get up, suddenly having forgotten all about the puck.
“Now that was fun,” Ross conceded.
[ Bits of dialogue taken from Episode 01x04: The One With George Stephanopoulos ]
Chandler watched as Ross moved from the sofa to the front door of Central Perk.
“Come on, Ross,” he pleaded. “You, me, Joey, ice, guy’s night out. Come on, what do you say, big guy? Huh? Huh? Huh?”
Ross stepped away from Chandler, as he continued to fake punch him in the stomach. “What are you doing?” he asked.
“I have no idea.”
Eventually, Chandler and Joey managed to wear Ross down into going to the Rangers game with them, with the promise of buying him one of those big foam hands.
Which is how, four hours later, the three of them found themselves in the emergency room at Bellevue. Once Ross got forgot about Carol, they were able to actually start enjoying the night. The seats were great, even if not all next to one another. And close enough that Ross was able to catch a puck.
Okay, he did catch the puck with his face, but he still caught it.
“Listen, it’s kind of an Emergency,” Chandler said to the bitchy woman behind the counter. “Well, I guess you’d know that, otherwise we’d be in the predicament room.”
He laughed nervously as the Godzilla woman looked at him. “Hold on,” she said to whomever she was speaking with on the telephone. She turned to Chandler and Joey, tossing a clipboard in their direction. “Fill this out. Sit over there.”
It soon became clear that she didn’t care about Ross’ dented face, and the three of them quickly made their way to a row of seats.
It was only a matter of minutes before Joey found an unattended wheelchair, and was begging Chandler to push him around in it. And it was a matter of seconds before Chandler obliged Joey, and pushed him straight down a corridor, sending him crashing into a trolley.
“Now you’ll be in a wheelchair for the rest of your life!” Chandler shouted at him. “You’ll never walk again!”
It was just then when a man with a broken leg was wheeled by. Chandler jumped at the severe look he got from both the man, and the other guy pushing the chair.
They sat in the waiting room almost two hours before Ross was finally seen by someone. By that point, Chandler had found a cache of medical tape, which he and Joey had used on their faces. They weren’t trying to accomplish anything, other than pissing off the Godzilla woman. And it worked, obviously, because she threatened to call security on them. Eventually, they managed to calm down, and even had a pleasant conversation about how Ross had only ever slept with one woman.
Not that Chandler was in any position to judge, but as far as anyone else knew, even he had a few on Ross. It was an utter lie, but no one had to know that.
Eventually, well after midnight, Ross finally emerged from a corridor with the biggest piece of face gear taped to his face Chandler had ever seen. He walked up to the counter and tossed his clipboard down.
“Oh,” the Godzilla Woman said, not even trying to hide her laughter. “That’s attractive.”
Chandler had tried to be nice, but now, he couldn’t resist jumping in as well. “Oh, I thought you were great in Silence of the Lambs,” he told Ross, who was less than amused. “Oh, come on. Admit it. All things considered, you had fun tonight.”
“Fun?” Ross asked. “Where was the fun? Tell me specifically, which part was the fun part? And where’s my puck?”
Joey started to stutter, and then turned round. “The kid has it,” he said, pointing to a young boy sitting where Ross had been seated earlier.
“The kid?” Ross asked. He pushed past Joey and Chandler, making his way to the boy. “Uh, excuse me. That’s my puck.
The kid turned round in his seat. “I found it,” he said. “Finders keepers, losers weepers.”
Ross was at a loss. He looked up at Chandler, hoping for some adult advice.
“You gotta do it, man,” Chandler said with a shrug.
Sighing, Ross turned back to the boy. “Oh, yeah? Well, I’m rubber, you’re glue. Whatever you—I can’t do it.”
At least he tried. Chandler patted him on the shoulder before making his way to the other side of the waiting room. Ross, deciding to be the grown up in all this, sat down on the seat directly behind the boy.
“Listen, gimme back my puck,” he said.
“No,” the boy replied.
“Yes, how ‘bout?”
Before anyone realised what was happening, Ross had engaged the boy in a tug of war over the puck, both of them shouting over who the rightful owner was, while Chandler and Joey watched on from a distance.
“Hey! Hey!” the Godzilla Woman called. “No rough-housing in my ER!”
The tug of war over the puck ended quickly when the boy suddenly let go. Not prepared for such a turn of events, Ross lost his grip on it, and it flew across the ER, hitting the Godzilla woman in the face, which in turn sent her straight to the floor. The four of them all looked to see if the Godzilla woman would get up, suddenly having forgotten all about the puck.
“Now that was fun,” Ross conceded.
[ Bits of dialogue taken from Episode 01x04: The One With George Stephanopoulos ]
