Beca hated going to the doctor, strong emphasis on hated. It wasn't just the perfectly white lab coat and the white walls with absolutely nothing on them, it was also the waiting an hour or more in an emergency room (which never made sense to her), and how people can get great news, but its followed by bad news, like 'we are 100% sure we can fix your leg, but you'll need pins, staples, a cast, and 16 weeks of physical therapy'. So in order to avoid all of this, she didn't go to the doctor ever. Her wife, Chloe, tried to convince her multiple times, but it never worked. When Beca laid on a couch for 2 weeks, throwing up everything inside of her, she refused. When Chloe was sure she broke her finger in three different spots, Beca wore a homemade splint for a few weeks and never got a check up.

So naturally, when Beca was in some severe pain, she told no one and tried not going to the doctor.

She was playing football with Jesse and his two boys, Andrew and Mitchell, while Chloe and Aubrey were in a serious conversation about who was dating who at the school they worked at together. Beca didn't care about the conversation, she heard it hours prior, but she couldn't not hear it while she was avoiding tackles left and right. For the brunette's small 5'2" stature, she could run pretty fast. She needed to if she wanted to get a touchdown against Jesse and his 15-year-old Andrew.

Beca and 13-year-old Mitchell currently had the ball while the other two had to defend their end zone. Beca's job was to get passed the defensive line, run far enough, but not to far, so Mitchell can throw it and get a touchdown. That plan, of course, was thrown out the window when Beca went straight for Jesse in a normal football 'shoulder down' stance, heard a crack, then fell on her ass. Except, she wasn't the only one who heard the crack, everyone did. The Posen-Swanson boys had their mouths open while staring at her, gasps and foot stomps could be heard from Chloe and Aubrey, and Jesse was constantly asking is she was okay.

"Guys, I'm fine, I just tweaked something. I'll be alright." Beca pleaded as she tried getting up on her own. Despite saying multiple times that she was alright, she really wasn't. Her left shoulder felt like it was on fire, and the pain radiated all the way down to her fingertips. She was pretty positive that if she moved her arm she would break out in tears, so she kept it straight at her side.

"Come on, babe, we can get you some ice." Chloe said as she tried leading her to the house.

"Seriously, I'm fine. Let's play some football!" The younger boys swallowed the recent event and got back in their previous position. Beca put her shoulder down again, but as soon as she felt the softest touch from Jesse, she was on the ground with tears pricking her eyes.

She laid flat on her back, arm draped over her stomach, with everyone crowded around her. The situation wouldn't seem as bad if Chloe didn't shriek when she noticed that her left collarbone was in two pieces.

"Beca, we really need to take you to the hospital." Chloe said as Aubrey motioned for the younger boys to step away, as they started turning ghostly white because of the injury they had never seen before.

"Yeah Becs, I agree with Chloe. Your collarbone looks pretty bad." Jesse said while helping Beca sit up, trying not to hurt her too bad.

"I'm fine." Beca declared as she wiped a few tears that fell. "I just need some ice."

In between those two sentences, something snapped in Chloe, like 16 years of saying no to doctors had finally made her flip out. "Beca Beale-Mitchell, you are going to get your ass up and go to the hospital, because I'm not going to sit around and ignore how much pain you're in, and you won't put yourself through that pain just because you don't like the white walls." Chloe screamed, which doesn't happen that often, and everyone stared at her, including her shocked wife.

"Fine, Chlo, I'll go. Jesse, help me up." Jesse did as he was told and they headed for the car.

The wait in the ER wasn't as long as Beca had expected, which was good because the fiery pain in her body turned into the most excruciating thing she had ever felt. Aubrey had used her car to take the boys back home and Jesse rode with Beca and Chloe to the hospital. As soon as she was checked in and all the right papers were signed, she got an x-ray and checked into a room.

"See babe, not every room is white with blank walls." Chloe joked as she looked at the green and crème covered walls with pictures hanging on them.

"Yeah, I guess green walls make me feel a bit better." The brunette smiled as she made sure not to move her arm. The doctor had given her a little medicine to relieve the pain, but she didn't want to test the strength.

The doctor barged into the room and went straight for the x-ray light. He had hung the photo and flipped the switch, showing the three of them the obvious break she had. "Good news," the doctor started, "its a clean break, so I think I can realign it, give you a sling and some pain meds, and you'll be on your way. It will take around six weeks to heal, but I expect a full recovery." The doctor turned off the light and put the x-ray back in the envelope it came from. He set it on her bedside table before walking over to her. "Rate your current pain from 1-10."

Beca thought about it before replying, "About a 2. I can feel it but it's kind of dull." The doctor took note and moved the collar of her shirt so he could get a look at the break in person. After he took in the sight, he slightly moved her arm until she winced.

"I know it hurts now, but I have to move your arm so the bone can go back to its original place and I can give you a sling. If your friends are squeamish, I suggest they step outside." Jesse took this opportunity to call his wife to update them about the situation. The redhead, who was usually squeamish about these kind of things, held her wife's hand tightly as the doctor prepared her. "So what do you do for a living, Mrs. Mitchell?" Beca was about to answer when the doctor put her arm back behind her, listening closely for a popping noise. The pain level increased to a solid 5 as she bit her lip, drawing blood. "Very good, very good." The doctor pulled a sling, fresh out of the package, and began putting it on her. It wasn't a normal strap on the shoulder, arm resting sling, it was a strap on the shoulder, strap around her mid-torso, and strap around her wrist type of sling.

"Um, what is this?" Chloe questioned before her wife could.

"It's called a Figure 8 sling. It lets your arm rest freely so part of your clavicle won't be raised high than the other part. You'll do fine in this sling, I swear." As the doctor showed her how to put it on, Jesse walked in and watched how this thing possibly worked. "Okay Beca, I'm done. Good luck."

"I still can't believe I broke my freaking collarbone. Out of all the stupid things I have done, I break a bone playing wimpy football." Beca said while sitting on the couch and as Chloe was laughing at her.

"At least all you did was break your collarbone. It could have been an arm or leg, or even hurt your neck."

"I said wimpy football, but I guess your right."

"Right about what?" Beca wasn't keen on admitting she was wrong, which in this case was going to the hospital, so even though her beloved wife was in pain, she would force her to admit her wrong-doing.

Beca mumbled a faint "Your right about the hospital", but when Chloe threatened the tickle monster if she didn't say it louder, she eventually screamed "You were right about the hospital and it was good that I went because now I won't have a fucked up clavicle. Are you happy, Chlo? Jesus Christ."

Chloe smiled and kissed her on the cheek, "Yes I am, that is all I wanted." Beca rolled her eyes but gladly accepted the kiss.

This is my first one shot, so how did you like it? There are probably some mistakes, but ill work on those. Thanks for reading and prompts are accepted!