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Chapter 1
Hospitals
May 14th, 2021
There's a gut-wrenching sensation about hospitals that everyone feels. The white walls, the bright LED lights, the assaulting smell of antiseptic and air conditioning. All were contributors to the distasteful nature of hospitals, yet the primary one had to be the fear that hung over every person without a tag stating the title of doctor or nurse.
At least they had control over a situation unlike the patients or the families of those who were ill or injured. Those people were always left in the dark.
Beca Beale-Mitchell sat in one of the many hallways of the hospital twenty minutes from her home in Beverly Hills. The drive that led her here was the most stressful twenty minutes of her life. Twenty minutes of sobs from the backseat and her own silent cries in the drivers side as she gunned it to the hospital.
A few nurses cladded in scrubs passed her, the occasional glance being given to the heart broken woman who clutched her upper arms in a crisscross fashion and bent her forehead against her knees. Thankfully a few tissues were brought to her by one of the male nurses who wasn't busy with a patient. They didn't exchange words, however, for Beca was far too deep in her own sorrow to even thank the man.
"Mrs. Beale-Mitchell." A doctor slid out of the room, keeping in open a tad to show the fragile person in the bed.
"Is she going to be okay?" Beca rose to her feet and stumbled slightly, wiping at her cheeks furiously as the doctor gave her a sympathized look.
"I'm not her regular doctor so I can't give you a clear answer. She's stable for now, her heart rate keeps fluctuating but it's in between a healthy level so there isn't too much we can offer to stabilize it. You got lucky, but I think it's time to consider saying goodbye. She's suffering and her body may not hold out until tomorrow." More tears streamed from Beca's eyes as the doctor carefully rubbed her upper arm and stayed in place until the woman could ask any final questions.
"May I see her?" The brunette croaked out, her hand shaking as she rubbed her eyes.
"Yes, we're sorry you couldn't be in there when she was brought in. The room was tight and it was in her best interest to keep the number of people in there to a minimum. She might be able to pull off some last minute fight but she's tired ma'am, it's her time." Beca gave a nod of understanding before going into the room and glancing at the sleeping bundle on the bed. She found a seat right beside the machines keeping the fragile person alive, and grasped a cold hand, resting her chin over her arm.
"Baby, I know you're tired. I just want you to know how proud I am of you. There is no one on this planet with as much fight as your own. It's what makes me love you even more than I thought was humanly possible. You've consumed so much of who I am and I can't imagine taking back all these years. Not even the bad parts. You make up the light of my life, sweetheart. I love you so much." The only response was the sound of the heart monitor beeping and the hum of the oxygen machine forcing air through the mask covering the pale skin of the once red head who's eyes were shut with sleep.
Beca drifted off, her hands keeping the hand she held warm. Three hours passed, the woman awakening slightly when a feeling of discomfort fell over her and made her chest tighten. A minute later the line indicating a beating heart went flat. The woman sobbed loudly getting the attention of people inside and outside of the room.
"Chloe!" Was the only thing she could get out before more doctors swarmed the bed.
This was not how it was supposed to go. How did they get here? They were happy. Life was good. No, Beca refused to believe that it could end that fast. However, it already did, and no one could take back the pain that consumed all of their previous joy.
New fanfic is up! It's going to be a real heartbreaker but I promise some beautiful moments are coming up for Bechloe.
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