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(Her Secret Fantasy, continued by Bobe...)

The morning before the trip you wake up and Rachel isn’t in bed with you. Normally you’re the one who wakes up first so it’s surprising to not see her. As you wonder where she could have gone, you hear vomiting coming from the bathroom. That can’t be good.

You walk over and see Rachel hunched over the bathroom, puking out her stomach. “Are you okay, babe?” you ask.

“Not at all,” Rachel says wearily. “I don’t know what’s wrong but I feel terrible.”

You place a hand on her forehead. “You’re burning up. Come on, let’s get you back into bed.”

You guide Rachel back into bed and bring her food, water, and anything else she needs. You want to care for her but there’s one question that’s been bugging you since you realized how sick Rachel was. Finally, she brings it up.

“I don’t think I can go on the trip, Ross,” Rachel says, holding back tears. “I’m so sorry.”

“Hey hey, ” you say, stroking her forehead. “There’s nothing to apologize for. Your health is way more important than any trip. We’ll skip this one, no biggie, and go some other time.”

“No no,” Rachel says. “You and Monica still go, please. I don’t wanna be the reason you guys don’t go.”

“What?” you say, raising an eyebrow. “I can’t go with just Monica. That’d be so weird.”

“Please babe,” Rachel says. “You have to. I’ll feel so terrible if you guys don’t go. And she’s your best friend, so it won’t be that weird.”

You pause then shake your head. You can’t believe she would even suggest that and that you’re actually thinking about it.

“Please babe,” Rachel says. “You have to go.”

You properly ponder over her proposal for a good minute then finally respond with certainty.