A/N: So, here's the first one. Whoop whoop. Basically, Beca risks her life to save Chloe, and Chloe realizes how much she loves her. Any reviews are welcome! Also, I know this one is short. I'll really work at lengthening them, I just need some time to improve my writing skills.
She never saw it coming. It wasn't like she had been expecting a logging truck to come full speed ahead as she was crossing the crosswalk to return to her apartment just off of campus. Chloe Beale considered herself an incredibly lucky person. Not because she had escaped injury, spare some scrapes across her palms and knees, but because she had Beca "Effin'" Mitchell there to save her.
The scene continued to flash through the pretty redhead's mind. The bumper of a rusty Ford careening towards her, and a flash of a tiny brunette flinging herself a near impossible distance from the sidewalk to the middle of the walkway, shoving her captain out of harm's way, taking the full blow of the truck herself. The sound of a high pitched yelp as her friend's petite frame crumpled lifelessly. The super senior choked back tears now as she sat there, waiting for the ambulance to arrive as she cradled Beca's head as the sophomore gazed up weakly.
"Ch-Chlo, y-you're alright, right?" the tiny DJ questioned weakly, gaining an almost bitter laugh from the teary ginger.
"Becs, you just got hit by a truck, and you want to check in on me? You're unbelievable." Beca tried to chuckle, only to be interrupted by a coughing attack, startling Chloe with the sight of blood appearing on the ground in front of them.
"Oh, fuck, Becs. You really outdid yourself this time," she muttered, holding the weak brunette lightly, growing impatient for the ambulance. She had no sooner wished for paramedics, than the wail of sirens grew closer, flashing lights blinding the vermillion-locked singer. She rushed over, cerulean eyes shining with panic as the paramedics exited the vehicle.
"Help her, please. Help her, she's hurt!" she pleaded in between hysterical sobs, gesturing towards where Beca lay whimpering in pain. "Don't let her leave me," she whispered in hushed desperation.
"Ma'am, we're going to do out best, but we need information, what is the situation?" The paramedic tried to soothe her as his partner began to assess Beca's health.
"It's all my fault, it's all my fault," she sobbed, trying to form the words through broken cries. "I, I was trying to cross and I wasn't, wasn't paying attention. The-the truck was coming, and-and she just jumped." Her voice faded to a whisper by the time the sentence ended. "She-she gave up herself to save me." The paramedic nodded solemnly.
"Thank you, Miss…?"
"Beale. Chloe Beale." He nodded before joining his partner as they lifted her gently onto a gurney, loading her into the ambulance. Chloe sprinted over, hurrying to stop them before they left. "Let me go with you," she breathed out. The paramedic looked her over once, but nodded and then gestured for her to enter the ambulance. She wasted no time and immediately clambered in, gently upping Beca's limp hand in her own. The tiny Bella turned her head, smiling weakly at her friend.
"Told you I'm a badass," she mumbled, just clear enough for Chloe to understand and chuckle, shaking her head.
"You sure are. You are the biggest badass I've ever met." Beca's smile morphed into a grimace as the paramedic wrapped up her ribs, a flash of pain passing over her pale complexion. "Becs, you good?" she questioned, looking over to the medic.
"We think she broke at least one rib, and want to be careful to help keep it in place until we can confirm any injuries," he explained briefly. Chloe only nodded, falling silent for the rest of the they entered the hospital, Chloe was forced to sit in the waiting room as they checked out her close friend worry clouding all other thoughts from her normally sunny mind.
It was just over an hour before the doctor called the fiery-haired girl into Beca's room. She gasped audibly, seeing her normally defiant and strong friend looking so fragile and small in the hospital bed. "She's so tiny."
"Ms. Mitchell has suffered from 3 broken ribs, a severe concussion, and a shattered patella. It will be at least a day until she can be released. I'll be back to check up on her later." His stony expression and tone remained calm and even as she strode out of the room, clipboard in hand. Chloe rushed over, sitting herself next to the younger girl.
"Oh Beca, Beca, Beca. This is my fault. I-I should've watched where I was going. I was so stupid, I-I'm sorry," she whisper cried to the sleeping form. "I love you, Becs. I have since that Activity Fair. I knew that I wanted you to be mine. I want to spend weekends cuddling on the couch, and-and having dance parties in the kitchen, and waking up early to make pancakes to surprise you with. The kind made with buttermilk, be-because you love how fluffy it makes them, even if you won't admit it." She wiped away tears from her sky blue eyes before looking down to find a pair of glistening, storm grey hues gazing up with a soft smile.
"I heard pancakes," Beca mentioned softly. Chloe choked back a sob, smiling through her tears as Beca sat up. Chloe leaned down to meet her, soft lips meeting in a moment of bliss, both girls happy with the passionate, yet chaste, kiss. They pulled away, both now let tears flow freely.
"I love you too, Chlo."