Beca sat on the bleachers. She was napping when Chloe walked by her. "Are you feeling alright?" said Chloe.

"I'm fine," said Beca. "I've just got a little headache."

"Oh, is it your time of the month?" said Chloe.

"No," said Beca.

"Sorry," said Chloe. "Just out of curiosity, when is your time of the month?"

"That's kinda personal," said Beca.

"Right," said Chloe. "I forgot you're very closed off."

"Look, I've got to get to work." Beca stood up. "Whoa."

"What?" said Chloe.

"Nothing," said Beca. "I just feel a bit dizzy."

"You know you might be sick," said Chloe.

"I'm fine," said Beca.

"Are you sure?" said Chloe.

"Yeah," said Beca. "Just, can you carry my outside?"

"Carry my?" said Chloe.

"Carry me," said Beca. "I forgot how words worked for a second. So can you please carry me outside?"

"Whatever you say," said Chloe.

Beca put her arm around Chloe and they walked outside to the parking lot. "Hey, the radio station's over there," said Beca.

"I know," said Chloe. "I'm taking you to the doctor."

"No, I'm fine," said Beca.

"Beca, healthy people don't need to be carried to work," said Chloe.

"I can stand on my own," said Beca. "Watch."

The next thing Beca knew was that she was laying face to face with the pavement. Chloe lifted her up. "I'm taking you to the doctor," said Chloe.

"No," said Beca.

"Look, I'll even call in sick for you," said Chloe.

"No!" Beca reached for her rape whistle. "Let me go to work or I'll blow this."

"Come on," said Chloe. "Let's be grown-up about this."

Beca put the rape whistle in her mouth. "This is the last time I'll say this, take me to work or I'll blow this."

"Fine," said Chloe. "We're going to the radio station right now."

"Thanks." Beca took the rape whistle out of her mouth and began to put it back in her pocket. At that moment Chloe grabbed Beca's hand. The two began to wrestle for the rape whistle. "Hey, let go," said Beca as she tried to bite Chloe's arm.

Eventually Chloe managed to wrench the whistle out of Beca's hand. Beca tried to stomp on Chloe's foot. "Beca, calm down. You're sick and I'm going to take you to the doctor, even if I have to drag you there kicking and screaming."

"So you would kidnap a sick person," said Beca. "That's really low."

Chloe rolled her eyes. "It's for your own good."

"Well I'm not gonna make this easy. You might as well give up now and save yourself the..." Beca suddenly began heaving.

"Do you see my point now?" said Chloe.

"Alright, I'll go to the doctor." At that moment Beca passed out and fell face first into Chloe's boobs.

"You like those, don't you?" said Chloe.