Bright lights blinded her as she heard a horn blaring. She turned her head eyes widening as the object sped in her direction. She threw her hands up shielding her eyes. Glass shattered around her. Everything moved in slow motion. She felt herself jerk roughly to the side as the car flipped in the air before landing upside down. Skid marks covered the gravel and tires continued to rotate slowly. Smoke filled the air. There she hung upside down, a trickle of blood running down the side of her face, dripping onto the roof. Sirens sounded around the area and a lone shadow ran to the car, ripping open the driver's door. She watched weakly as the figure spoke reaching in unbuckling her. Sharp pains shot throughout her body as she was pulled out and away from the car. She let out shaky breaths, blinking slowly. Her head lolled to the side watching pedestrians and people in uniforms surround the area. A bright light shined into one of her eyes before shifting to the other one. "Chloe." She breathed out as the darkness consumed her vision.
Chloe shifted in her sleep away from the blaring ringtone. Blindly, she reach around for the offending device. "Hello?"
"Chloe Mitchell?"
"Yes."
"This is Emily from Riverside hospital. You are listed as an emergency contact for Mrs. Rebecca Mitchell."
"Hospital?" Chloe sat up turning on the light on her nightstand. "What is she doing at the hospital?"
"I'm afraid to tell you that your wife has been in a terrible accident. We need for you to get down here as soon as possible so we can take her into surgery."
"Surgery?" Tears gathered in the corner of her eyes as the words registered.
"She's already in an emergency surgery procedure. I can't tell you all the details over the phone. I'll explain when you get here."
"I'm on my way." Chloe hung up jumping from the bed, searching for her clothes.
Hearing the commotion from the other room Aubrey opened the door seeing the redhead running around the room.
"What's going on?"
"It's Beca. She's at the hospital, Bree."
Without another word, both women rushed around the house finding their shoes before leaving for the hospital. Chloe tore through the ER doors racing for the reception desk. "I'm Chloe Mitchell, I got a call for a Rebecca Mitchell. What's going on?"
The reception nurse stood up alarmed. "Your wife has been in a terrible accident involving drunk teenagers and another car. Three of the teenagers are badly injured but the driver got out without any injuries. Your wife however got the worst out of the others. I don't know all the details but from the glance I got when they brought her in, she looked bad."
Chloe felt the blood in her face drain. Her wife's life is in danger because of stupid teenagers who didn't have a designated driver. She felt hate growing in her stomach and wanted to confront the teenagers. Tell them what they did to her wife. How her life resulted in the doctor's hands.
Aubrey stood beside the redhead taking in the information. Even though she can't stand the cocky brunette at times, that's her best friends' wife on that operating table. Once you got to know the woman you couldn't help but come to like her. "Where is the driver of the other car?"
The nurse at the desk hesitated for a moment as if having an internal battle with telling the woman or not. "I can't give out information to you if you're not related to the other patients Miss."
"Where is the other driver?" Aubrey spoke through clenched teeth gripping the edge of the desk. Her eyes narrowed into slits daring the woman to deny her again.
The nurse sighed sadly and sat in her chair. "He's in another room being questioned about the events from tonight by the cops. I'm surprised they haven't taken him in yet."
Aubrey nodded pushing away from the desk and making her way to the doors where the nurse just spoke of. Chloe latched onto the blonde's arm shaking her head. She couldn't handle any kind of arguments right now. Their eyes met talking silently to each other. Aubrey clenched her jaw and nodded letting her anger die out for a little while. Her main priority right now was Chloe and she was going to do her best to comfort her friend.
Leading her to the chairs, Chloe immediately wrapped herself in Aubrey's arms holding on to dear life as sobs racked her body. Tears silently made their way down Aubrey's cheeks. Even though the two might not look like it but they love each other. After everything Aubrey went through with Beca during their time with the Barden Bellas, she's grown to like the woman. Taking her away from them is like taking the Twelve Disciples away from Jesus. Her body began to shake as realization sank in. Beca could die.
"Hey," She spoke gently to Chloe stroking her hair. "She'll pull through. She's a tough fighter considering all the fights we've been in over the years, verbal and physical."
"But what if she don't?" Chloe's face was tear stained, red eyes puffy.
"Don't think like that." The woman demanded. "We all know Beca is fighting to hell and back making her way back to us. Especially to you. She will make it. I promise."
Chloe buried her head in Aubrey's neck. For one minute she wanted to go back to this morning where she and Beca were lying around enjoying time with each other without a care in the world. The brunette's mixes were playing softly in the background, both women wrapped themselves around each other afraid of loosening their grip as if one would disappear. Loving words and tender kisses was given by each woman and received.
"Chloe?" Chloe raised her head at the sound of her name. "Oh my God! Baby come here." She was immediately pulled out of Aubrey's embrace and pulled into her mothers. A fresh wave of tears ran down her face. "It's gonna be alright. I'm here. She's going to be okay."
Chloe fisted her mothers' shirt clinging to her body. She couldn't let go. She wouldn't let go. She can't handle anyone else being hurt. "Sshhh. I got you. I got you." Mrs. Beale rubbed her daughters back rocking her gently. Next to the woman her husband was doing the same thing to Aubrey. The blonde may put up a tough exterior but on the inside she's hurting just as bad as Chloe.
"Did they tell you what happened? How is she? How long she been here? Does her parents know?" Chloe pulled back wiping her face. Mrs. Beale handed her tissues from her pocketbook.
"I don't know any more than you do. The nurse told me they took her to surgery upon arrival. She said she was hit by a drunk teenaged driver." She wiped her nose and eyes. "That's all I know."
"They haven't given you an update yet?"
"No. I don't know what's going on. That's why I'm scared Momma. I'm terrified. What if she dies and they don't tell me. How will I live without her? I can't do it Momma! I love her too much!"
She broke down again much harder than before. "Chloe Marie Mitchell! Don't you dare think like that! She will pull through! You hear me." Mrs. Beale grabbed her shoulders forcing her daughter to look at her. "She will make it."
The minutes that passed felt like hours. Bodies paced the floor anxious for news and knees bounced as nimble fingers danced over phone screens. Beca's dad arrived short minutes later and hugged his daughter-in-law. He can imagine what she is going through right now. He's going through the same thing. Warren released the woman placing a kiss on her forehead and headed to the reception desk looking for answers. At that time the Bellas rushed in searching for the redhead wanting nothing more than to hug her. Fat Amy reach her before anyone else, pulling her close to her body not saying a word. Chloe pulled back giving Amy a firm nod before she was passed around.
The tension was so thick in the waiting room one could suffocate. More hours passed before a man in blue scrubs appeared holding a clipboard. "Rebecca Mitchell?"
Chloe immediately stood up. "What's going on? Is she okay? I'm her wife, Chloe."
"I'm Dr. Turnage. Please have a seat."
The doctor walked to the redhead gently laying a hand on her arm guiding her to sit back down. "As you know Mrs. Mitchell was involved in a bad accident earlier tonight. When the paramedics arrived on scene Rebecca was already going in and out of consciousness due to the lack of blood and swelling in her brain. Thankfully we have reduced the swelling greatly." A wave of relief spread around the room. "Mrs. Mitchell also has several bone fractures and her left arm is broken. Three of her ribs on her left side are broken resulting in her left lung to be punctured and to collapse. We have repaired the lung so no need to worry about that." Dr. Turnage sighed flipping the page on his clipboard. "Rebecca's' legs are injured pretty badly. We did our best to wrap them so they will heal but we don't know if she'll be able to walk."
Gasps were the only thing heard in the room along with the cries of sorrow. "The only thing we can do now is wait for her to wake up so we can see what's going on there. Rebecca can be visited now but only immediate family can go back at one at a time. Just as a warning, Rebecca doesn't look like her normal self so don't be surprised when you go back there, it can be a gruesome sight."
Chloe nodded wiping away the tears that escaped from her eyes. Her wife is alive. After everything she went through, Beca is alive. Dr. Turnage laid a hand on her shoulder squeezing gently before leaving. All eyes watched the redhead, anticipating her next move. Nobody wanted to be the first to speak fearing their emotions wouldn't hold.
Warren stood up walking to the girl and placed a gentle kiss to her forehead. "Go," was all he said to her. Uncertain eyes stared back wondering why he of all people would let her go back first, it's his daughter after all. "We can wait."
Chloe looked over to the rest of the occupants who in turn nodded their heads. They knew she needed to be with her wife before anyone else. "Go."
Without another word, Chloe left to the hall where the doctor disappeared to. Off at a distance she spotted Dr. Turnage walking out of another patient's room with a clipboard in hand. "You going to see her?" He asked. Chloe nodded. "Alright, follow me."
Her legs seemed to move on their own as they moved down the halls. Her heart pounded with each step. She didn't know whether or not it was because she was finally going to see Beca or the fact that she would see the damage done to her body.
Dr. Turnage gave the woman one last glance and opened the door to Beca's room for her. Taking in one last breath she entered, instantly seeing the small brunette lying on the bed. Her cocky, badass wife is lying in the hospital bed linked up to numerous machines making her body look fragile. A tube ran out of her mouth hooked to a machine beside the bed. There were grayish, purple splotches over the arm not in a cast as well as the spot on her chest where the hospital gown didn't cover. Her head was wrapped and a butterfly bandage resided just above her right eyebrow.
The steady beeping of the machine gave Chloe hope as she overlooked her wife. She took a seat in the chair next to the bed and grasped Beca's small hand in hers, running her thumb over the smooth skin. "Hey Becs," Tears ran over her cheeks. "I'm here. I'm here for you. We all are. Your dad, the Bellas, my parents; we're here waiting for you to come back to us. Please baby, we need you. I need you." The redhead leaned over placing a tender kiss on her wife's forehead, brushing away a lock of hair. "I love you."
Before Chloe left she gently removed the gold wedding band from Beca's finger and looped it on her necklace keeping it close to her heart. She took all but two steps into the waiting room before she collapsed on the floor with sobs. Silently Aubrey stood from Stacie's embrace and dropped to her knees next to the weeping redhead, pulling her into her body. Right now Chloe needed her best friend.