I Need You Back
OneShot
Mitchsen
Rating: T
Imagine person B is in a coma in the hospital. Person A visits them, climbs into their hospital bed, takes their hand and lays next to them. Person A then falls asleep next to them.
Beep.. Beep.. Beep..
Aubrey couldn't stand to listen to the various machines hooked up to her girlfriend. She couldn't stand looking at her girlfriend in a comatose state. But she knew that she had to be strong, for Beca. Reaching out for the small DJ's hand, Aubrey grasped it like it was her lifeline. Even in a coma, she still thought Beca was the most beautiful human being in the world. It was emotionally scarring to see Beca's eyes closed, tubes up her nose and connected to her arms.
Aubrey rarely left the brunette's side. Ever since she got that fateful call from the hospital that her girlfriend was in the hospital after a horrendous car accident. She immediately dropped everything she was doing and rushed to Beca's side. The doctors told her that Beca's driver side door had been t-boned at an intersection by a drunk driver. She had been badly injured and fallen into a coma. They told her that Beca might not ever wake up.
That's when Aubrey broke down. She couldn't imagine her life without the small, beautiful pain in her ass. They had their differences, but that's what brought them closer. Beca challenged her in ways that no one else had. She wasn't afraid to stand up to Aubrey. She didn't let Aubrey walk all over her. But at the same time, Beca truly cared about her. She stood up to Aubrey because she knew that the blonde didn't want a partner that simply bent to her will. Sure, it caused more than one argument between the couple, but Aubrey wouldn't trade them for anything. They always worked through them.
Not to mention, the make up sex was always amazing.
Beca knew what she liked for breakfast, she knew that Aubrey hated it when she left her clothes on the floor, but did it anyways, just because she liked pushing Aubrey's buttons. She knew what she took in her coffee, she knew that she liked lilies over roses. She knew that Aubrey prefered quiet date nights in, and not grand romantic gestures. She knew that Aubrey projectile vomited when she was nervous, even though she hadn't puked once since they got together. She knew the smallest, most insignificant things about Aubrey. But Beca always insisted that she knew these things because they were part of Aubrey. She paid attention to her girlfriend and went out of her way to make her happy.
But sitting next to her girlfriend, not knowing if she would ever wake up, that was torture for Aubrey. She hated not knowing, she hated uncertainty, and she hated how she was feeling. She had a very pragmatic mind, but when it came to Beca, all that went out the window. She didn't think logically when she was with the brunette.
Tears ran down her face as she gripped Beca's hand even harder. "Becs.." She started, knowing that Beca probably wouldn't hear her. "Please. Baby, you need to wake up, I need you to wake up. I don't know what to do without you." Aubrey crouched down next to the hospital bed where her girlfriend was lying. Resting her forehead next to Beca's arm, she mumbled, "You changed my life, for the better. You changed me. I know you always told me that you loved me as me and to never change, but I couldn't help it. You challenged me in ways I never thought were possible. I miss our fights, I miss our conversations about what music artist was best. I miss your insistence that you're a badass, but still know the words to Miley Cyrus songs. I miss that you always insisted that you hated movies, but still went with me to the theater. I miss that you always put up a front for everyone but me. Your walls that you built to keep everyone out, but those walls that fell whenever it was just us. And most of all I miss your smile. That one that graced your face whenever you looked at me, even when you thought I wasn't watching. I could always feel your eyes on me, and whenever I looked at you, I could see the love in your stormy blues." Aubrey laughed through the tears now streaming down her face.
"I never thought that I could love someone as much as I love you Becs. And the amazing part is that you love me back. I don't understand that. I've always been a closed off, pragmatic, perfectionist. But when you wandered into my life all of that changed. You taught me to take risks, to relax, change things up, and learn to lower my walls. You and I aren't so different when you think about it. Maybe that's why we work so well. Chloe always says that it's our similarities that connect us and our differences that balance us out. Every day I see the truth to her words. And now.." Aubrey stopped as she broke down further. She couldn't continue. She never lost hope that Beca would eventually wake up, but as the days and weeks passed, the chances got slimmer and slimmer.
Aubrey, ever the bull-headed, stubborn person she was, never gave up. She came to see Beca every day; sat with her, talked to her. But today was the first time she truly told Beca how much the brunette had changed her. All she wanted was to see those deep blue eyes again, to have Beca hold her and tell her everything was going to be okay.
Sniffing, trying to stop her tears, Aubrey was exhausted. Standing up, she leaned over to place a soft kiss on Beca's forehead. She rest her forehead against the short DJ's forehead. Salty tears still dripping down her face, she closed her eyes and whispered, "Please Becs, I'm begging you. Please wake up. I need you."
Finally giving up to her exhaustion, Aubrey climbed into the hospital bed next to her girlfriend. Throughout her entire visit she never once let go of Beca's hand. And now that she was lying next to her comatose girlfriend, she grasped it even tighter. As if she loosened her grip, or let go, Beca would simply disappear. Snuggling her face into Beca's neck, she let sleep come to her.
As she fell asleep, cuddled up to her girlfriend, she whispered, "I don't know what to do without you." Letting go she finally relaxed, but never letting go of Beca's hand. If she had stayed conscious another minute, she would have felt Beca's hand squeezing hers. As if to say, 'Don't worry, I'll never leave you.'
A/N: Prompt based oneshot. I'm obviously working on multi-chapter stories right now, but I wanted to challenge myself with writing something different. If you know me as an author, you'll know I don't do angst. I don't do injury. Most of the emotion that I do is happiness and love. Not hurt and sadness. This was a step out of my comfort zone of writing, and I'm glad I did it.
That's not to say that all my stories now are going to be tragic and sad, not at all. But experimenting with writing and growing your writing abilities is important to becoming better. I fancy myself a decent author, but I have a distinct style and tone. This was something different.
I don't plan to continue this, it was just a little prompt based oneshot. I might keep adding to it, making it a one-shot compilation project, but I don't know. If anyone has any Pitch Perfect prompts, send them to me on Tumblr; valkubus-shipper.
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