Friends Sick Monica Novels & Stories

Veronica never showed up at the hospital again but Dickson did so a few times. Monica had become thin and frail, as a result of not eating regularly. She would drink coffee and snack on an apple or banana. When Elsie brought her food prepared by the new chef, she found herself not having the appetite. Meg had never shown her face to the office again. Everyone waited both patiently and impatiently for Sly to wake up but were disappointed. Monica went to visit her parents after a few weeks but she couldn't stay for more than thirty minutes. She wanted to be the one by Sly when he woke up. Ben called every day and so did Serena. Slowly, a month passed and they were beginning to lose hope.

“I am going for hot and sexy!” “I have no colour in mind but I’ll know when I like something.” Scarlett said, her eyes skimming the racks. “Ok perfect, long, right?” Monica said rubbing her neck as she swallowed. “You ok?” Scarlett asked concerned. “I just feel sick.” Monica replied making both girls stare at her. “What? I just…” Her face paled when she realised what the girls were thinking. “No chances you're pregnant?” Angela asked in a hushed whisper, although no one was paying attention to the group.

Every opportunity she had, she would torment my life, her as well as her friends, Kira and Miley. “Kris, go get the guards, tell em she's here,” Monica ordered one of her friends who immediately left with a smirk on her face. The same smirk was mirrored on Monica's face, “Looks like you're in trouble again,” she said as she chuckled. What the hell was she going on about? I wondered.

he inquired. "No." "Exactly! Then why treat us like this?" "My husband is nice." "Exactly!" Both Ericka and Monica agreed. "I'm not finding any of this amusing!" he snapped at them. "Especially me, I'm not finding you amusing either!" Ericka retorted. "Let's not continue this; we're leaving. Do you want that?" "I'll get you some food, Monica. Would you like iced tea?" he asked his friends. "Of course! Hurry up," Monica replied.

Monica is sick. Rully immediately sat up. She pulled her hair back. He was really annoyed with himself. He wanted to ask Jennifer or the others about Monica, but he felt embarrassed and proud. 'Ah! How about this. What should I do? But I'm really curious, is it true that Monica is sick and won't come out of the room,' thought Rully. Finally Rully came out of his room again, and he intended to go to Monica's room. However, when he was about to leave, it turned out that in the middle of the room there were his colleagues gathered. Rully finally returned to his room.

Just then, his phone chimed with a message from Monica. Monica: "Reynold, my stomach still hurts so much. Why haven't you come to check on me?" Monica: "Is Adrianna okay? It's all my fault. I should apologize to her… Please don't be mad at her, okay?" Monica: "Reynold, if you're busy, just take good care of Adrianna. Don't worry about me. I can manage on my own." A wave of irritation surged through Reynold. He blocked Monica's number and nervously entered my hospital room.

Monica apologized without turning to face the other person while managing not to fall to the ground. “Sister... "What exactly are you doing here?" Diana chuckled happily, reaching out her hand to assist Monica even though she saw Monica was fine. "It seems like we have suddenly started seeing each other a lot!" Monica responded by brushing her hair back from her shoulders. “Whatever it is, I am delighted to see you frequently." Despite Monica's irony, Diana stated without letting her smile fade away from her lips, "Do you work as a model for this company?" "I believe so," Monica replied impatiently, wondering what sort of luck she had brought to this city because not only had her troubles wo

“So if you’re going through anything, either at home, school, or anywhere. Just let us know. We’re your friends. So let us know if anything is bothering you so we can help.” Gaby's lips curled up into a smile, looking back and forth between the both of them. She sniffed in, fanning herself with the smile broadening on her face. “I knew it was going to work.” She said, shaking her head slowly.

Instead, his voice was laced with accusation as he demanded, "Samantha Linden, when did you learn to use divorce as a threat? Can't you show a little more consideration for a sick person like Vivian?" For the past three years, it had always been the same. Even though I clearly hadn't gone overboard, Zachary would always jump to conclusions and assume that I was deliberately making things difficult for Vivian. I let out a chilly laugh. "A sick person? Zachary, take a good, hard look at her. Does she look anything like a sick person? Someone with real depression hides themselves away so that they can be sad in secret. They don't make a huge show about it or constantly get between a married cou

Chapter 5: The Kiss That Ruined Everything The gym was loud and active. Music blasted through the big speakers as Zach’s team and friends were celebrating, he had just won his underground fight with a brutal knockout. Bottles of whiskey and beer flowed freely. Everyone was happy, laughing and cheering. Zach stood in the middle of it all in his usual element… shirtless, sweat dropping on his sculpted body, looking big and powerful under the bright lights as he accepted congratulations. Noah stood near the back of the crowd, nursing a drink while watching his best friend with a strange mix of pride and something deeper. A strange, heavy feeling that had been growing for weeks now