Fat Amy began walking out of the hospital, a small pep in her step after seeing one of her 'boyfriends'. Amy didn't really remember the name of this 'boyfriend', but she had gotten a tour of the hospital, even the operating rooms. Well, she'd gotten the tour of the operating room that wasn't in use. She never really considered them to be important, but they did help the time after winning the ICCA competition. Only several days had passed and yet she found herself missing the other Bellas, even Audrey, no matter how difficult it was to admit.
When the Emergency Room doors in front of her opened nurses rushed to the gurney moving through the door. Fat Amy had always been curious about medicine, but never would consider going into it for a profession. She wasn't a fan of blood. Of course she could handle seeing a cut on her arm or something like that, it was no big deal. However, surgeries were an entirely different ordeal. As the nurses and doctors crowded around the gurney and began moving Fat Amy followed them, listening in to the notes about this patient.
"What happened?" one of the female nurses asked. Fat Amy made a note to tell Cynthia Rose about the nurse with the pretty voice sometime.
"Hit by a drunk driver, it doesn't look good. Did we find any I.D.?" the Male doctor asked, and Fat Amy thought of Stacie, but knew Cynthia Rose already had her eyes set on the other girl. Though, it would make things interesting, she was too focused on the nurses and doctors.
"Her college I.D. was in her pocket," the same female nurse said, "Beca Mitchell."
That stopped all of Amy's thoughts in their tracks. Did they say Beca Mitchell? After sneaking a glance over the female nurse's shoulder she saw brown hair sprawled over the top of the gurney. It was Beca; there was no doubt about it. For a moment, Fat Amy began to panic. Her thoughts turned to the worse. What if Beca died? No, that wouldn't happen. She wouldn't tell all the Bellas yet, but if anyone knew what to do there would only be one other person. As much as Fat Amy hated having to make the phone call, she knew it was for the best.
Grimacing as she pulled her phone from the pocket of her jeans, Amy searched through her contacts for the number. She hadn't put it in her favorite's list yet, because they weren't exactly the best of friends. Fat Amy chided herself for being so ridiculous in a moment of crisis and quickly called the number.
Immediately she could hear music in the background. It was turned down after a moment, but Amy wanted to hang up. She knew she couldn't, after all she was standing in a hospital.
"It's Aubrey and Chloe, Amy," Aubrey answered from the other line of the phone, obviously skipping the 'hey, how have you been' portion of their phone call.
"Hey, Fat Amy!" Chloe said cheerfully in the background, and she could hear the red head move closer to the phone. "What's up?"
"Look, I just found out something," Amy began, not sure where to start. She never pictured herself in a life or death crisis. "You can't tell the other Bellas."
"What are you going on about, Amy?" Of course it was Aubrey who got straight to the point, the whole control issue. It didn't surprise the larger Bella, but it did irritate her.
"I'm at the hospital, and-"
"Oh my gosh! Are you okay?" Chloe cut her off before she could finish. She knew the red head well enough to know she would be concerned about almost anyone in the hospital.
"It's not me! I'm fine," Fat Amy reassured the other Bellas, but she became very quiet after that.
"Amy, you still there?" after hearing a small 'yeah' from Amy, Aubrey spoke again. "What's happened? Who's in the hospital?"
"It's Beca," she said quietly, hearing gasps from the other line of the phone. "Don't tell the others!"
"We're on our way!" Chloe said before the line went dead. The red head sped around the room searching for a jacket to wear. She could feel the blonde's eyes on her, but at the moment it wasn't the most important thing on her mind.
Beca was in the hospital. Why was Beca in the hospital? Considering the way she acted around everyone else she doubted the brunette liked to go see the doctor. It had to be an emergency. What if she was seriously hurt? What if she had nodes?
"Chloe!" she heard Aubrey's voice pulling her from her thoughts. "Snap out of it! We have to get down there!" Tears formed in the red head's eyes as she nodded.
Aubrey drove, seeing as Chloe was in no condition to drive. Her eyes were constantly tearing up, and though she tried to wipe them away, the blonde had ho trouble seeing her cry. She could see it through the corner of her eyes, and though she would never admit it, Aubrey was seriously worried about the Bella.
Frankly, Beca had recently become their leader. She had brought them to victory, and they had finally become champions because of her. Sure, their relationship wasn't the best in the world, and on occasion they would disagree, but in truth Aubrey was very grateful for the brunette help them be champions.
"What are we going to do?" she heard Chloe's quiet voice from beside her, "What if she…?" Chloe didn't need to finish the sentence, Aubrey knew exactly what she was going to say, and at that the former leader shook her head.
"That's not going to happen. Don't even try to argue it might," Chloe's small smile made her sigh. "We're going to get there and figure out what's going on before we make any assumptions, okay?" The assertion in Aubrey's voice calmed the red head down, it always had, even when they were kids.
"Okay," Chloe replied, her smile turning to a frown again. Her blue eyes turned to the road, trying to figure out how long it would take them to get to the hospital. It was ten minutes too long; it would've been twenty if Aubrey hadn't been driving like a maniac.
They walked into the hospital together, finding Fat Amy in one of the chairs in the front. The larger Bella walked over to them, shaking her head slightly. Her eyes conveyed an anxiety that was shared between the three of them. Chloe's shoulders were tense, and she was preparing for the worst information, but she wouldn't accept it. She managed to calm herself before Amy reached them and gave the younger girl a small smile.
"What do you know?" Aubrey asked, tilting her head to the side and narrowing her eyebrows. Chloe knew the look well. It was the blonde's signature 'tell me what you know' look. The red head had come to find it useful over the years of friendship they'd shared, and it still hadn't lost its purpose.
"Drunk driver slammed into her car," Fat Amy replied, shifting her weight awkwardly. "They said it doesn't look good."
"Wait, how did you even find any of this out?" Aubrey asked, and Chloe couldn't help but smile at the younger girl's blush.
"I may have been listening in as they pulled the gurney in," Amy said quietly, not quite meeting Aubrey's eyes.
"Are you sure it was Beca?" the red head asked, practically praying Fat Amy was wrong.
"They found her I.D. in her pocket," she replied, looking down at the ground. "And I saw her hair."
Chloe bit the inside of her cheek, trying to keep her tears at bay. Crying around Aubrey she could handle, they had been friends for years. She wouldn't be seen crying around the other Bellas. Sure, they knew how fragile and naïve she could be at times, and the red head had seen her Bellas vulnerable, but never something threatening their lives.
"Excuse me," a male voice pulled her from her thoughts. The Bellas turned their gaze to the doctor; his white coat had a small blue stain below the pocket where his pens were staying. None of the Bellas had even noticed the stain, they were too focused on the clipboard in his hand.
"You were talking about Beca Mitchell, yes?" as the girls nodded, he continued. "How well do you know her?"
"She's the leader of our singing group, the Barden Bellas," Fat Amy replied, folding her arms over her chest. "Beca's practically our best friend." Chloe found herself nodding furiously at the statement. If it meant she could see Beca she would do practically anything to make the doctor believe she knew the brunette.
"Where are her parents?" he asked, and raised his eyebrow at the Bellas' frowns.
"Her father works at our school. He's a professor and right now he has a class," with a look at the other Bellas Aubrey continued sadly. "We don't really know about her mother."
"Please give me her father's phone number and I'll call him right away," the doctor said, nodding as Aubrey wrote the number on his clipboard.
"Wait!" Chloe said as the doctor started walking away, when he turned his shoulder she gulped. "Can you at least tell us what happened?"
The doctor sighed, and Chloe's stomach began to churn. Would she have to wait for countless hours without knowing anything about Beca's condition? She couldn't deal with it. The red head had to know what was happening to her friend, to Beca. At the thought, tears flowed to her eyes, but she forced herself not to cry. The older Bella had cried too much in the car, and was certain her eyes were red from the effects of it.
"She has a broken femur and her left radius. We've already placed an intramedullary nail into her femur to repair it. She'll have to come back to get it removed." the doctor said, looking at his clipboard, "and a concussion."
"Where is she now?" Chloe was full of questions, but in her mind she deserved the answers, and was certain the other Bellas would agree with her.
"Beca Mitchell is in the room down the hall that way, all the way to the left in the corner," in the back of her mind, Chloe knew how much Beca would love that.
"She's not awake yet," that made the red head's face fall, and she was certain the other Bella's noticed. "The pain meds are in effect, and she should wake up in an hour. If she doesn't wake up in over an hour and a half get one of the nurses at the desk or pushing the button on the side of her bed."
On the last note the doctor left, and Chloe practically rushed to the brunette's hospital room. Aubrey was on her heels, and Fat Amy behind them. In the distance she could hear the younger blonde complaining about having to move so fast, but it practically seemed miles away as she walked into the hospital room.
She was there, and alive. The heart monitor beeped at a steady pace, letting the red head know her heart was stable. Beca wasn't dead, and it was a start. The brunette's leg was straight out on the bed, and her left arm was in a sling. There were small cuts on her head, arms, and legs. Luckily, none of the cuts Chloe saw had stitches or looked like they needed them.
"Oh gosh," the red head heard Aubrey's small gasp from beside her. She turned her head to look at their former leader, and a frown formed on her face. Seeing Aubrey's hand over her mouth, and her eyes filled with anxiety only filled Chloe with more worry.
"I've never really been in hospitals before," Fat Amy said as she walked in. Her voice didn't display the same confidence it usually had, but considering the circumstances it was understandable.
"I haven't seen anyone this bad before," the younger Bella turned to the two older ones, seeming to look for comfort. Of course, Chloe knew Amy would never admit she needed them for comfort.
"Well, we'll stay here until she wakes up," Aubrey said strongly, but the red head knew she was putting on a brave face. "We won't tell the other Bellas until we know more. They'll be curious after a while, and they'll start asking questions. Hopefully Beca will be awake by then."
Fat Amy nodded, looking to Chloe for any sort of input, but the red head said nothing. She simply moved slowly and silently to a chair in the room. For a moment, the red head simply stood, but when she moved Chloe brought the chair next to Beca's hospital bed and sat down. Aubrey and Fat Amy stood and watched as Chloe took the unconscious brunette's hand, holding it tenderly. The smile on her face was compassionate, and the blondes shared a glance before moving to sit beside Chloe.
It was possibly the slowest fifty minutes of their lives as they tried to make conversation about the weather and TV shows. Only several days had passed since they became champions, but it felt like they'd grown farther apart than they'd ever been. The silence was deafening, and after a while Fat Amy simply couldn't take it anymore. She stood, pushing her chair away and walked to the doorway of the hospital room.
"I'm going to get something to eat," she said loudly, pulling the other two from their thoughts. "Anyone want to come with me?"
"I'll go," Aubrey replied quickly, standing and giving a quick look to the red head. "You okay to be here alone?"
"I'll be fine, Aubrey," though her tone was rather annoyed, she appreciated her best friend's concern. "It's not like I'm actually alone."
That forced a small smile from both the blondes before they left. Chloe looked back at Beca, feeling tears burn the back of her eyes. She thought crying was impossible by that point, but seeing the brunette so vulnerable, so small, broke her heart.
"Come back, Beca," she whispered softly, moving to be at the brunette's ear. "Don't go like this. You still have to keep putting songs on the radio."
She'd never gotten the chance to tell Beca she'd heard her remixes on the radio. Of course, that was when Aubrey was still in charge of the Bellas. Chloe had thought about going to Beca's dorm and telling her personally, but assumed the brunette wanted her privacy. Her music belonged to her, and the red head hadn't wanted to intrude. Yet, she wished she had.
After several minutes passed, she felt a small movement in the hand she was holding. The groan that came from the unconscious girl's throat was almost inaudible, but Chloe was sitting so close it was impossible not to hear. She watched Beca's right hand move to her forehead, rubbing it gently. Her eyes opened, but quickly shut again, adjusting to the light.
"Beca?" Chloe said quietly, trying not to upset her head more than it seemed to be. "You're awake."
"Chloe?" the brunette asked slowly, her voice barely above a whisper. When her eyes finally opened to reveal their beautiful brown hue they were full of confusion. She sighed, keeping her hand to her head and shifting in the bed.
Her head was utterly in pain, and the bright lights of the hospital did not help at all. One of her arms felt so heavy, and she could barely move it. She rubbed her forehead gently, trying to relieve some of the pain. The brunette looked at her arm, seeing it was in a cast. Her shoulders immediately tensed as she turned harshly to look at the red head, moving her broken leg.
The hiss that escaped her gritted teeth was obviously noticed by the red head, it was certainly loud enough. Looking into Chloe's blue eyes, she could see the concern. Beca looked around, her breathing becoming fast. The heart monitor seemed to beep faster as her brown eyes met Chloe's.
"Where am I?" she asked, the terror in her voice well concealed, but the red head saw through it.
She watched the older Bella carefully, waiting for her answer. Of course, by that point she didn't need the response. The heart monitor and the sling on her arm were enough information. Shaking her head lightly, Beca felt Chloe's hand on her arm, silently comforting her.
"Chloe, why am I in the hospital?"