A/N: Felt like writing a one-shot...enjoy!
In edition to the Bella's, Beca was on Barden's hockey team and man did they beat them up at practice. They were constant drills, in between each drill one hard lap and whoever was last had to do another. If you missed the net you had to do 20 on-ice push ups, in battle drills if you lost you had to skate lines or army crawl and this was 5 times a week. To add to it was dryland, 7 am practices at stadiums running up and down stairs and working out doing cross fit shit, flipping tires and so much more.
This was hard for Beca, managing the Bella's and hockey. She was a senior, captain of the hockey team and co-captain of the Bella's along with Chloe, her best friend.
It was a 10 am Bella practice on a Sunday morning after a hard week of hockey practice.
"Beca! Get up, we have practice!" Chloe shook the tired brunette. Beca opened her eyes and closed them again after shifting to her stomach to fall asleep again.
"Uggg!" Chloe groaned, irritated at her fellow captain. "Beeeecs! Get the fuck up!"
"Hey Red, I got this." Chloe averted her eyes to a bigger blonde holding a big bucket.
"Uh, what's that Amy?" Chloe pointed to the bucket resting on her shoulder.
"Just get your phone out and start recording." Chloe obeyed orders and watched as Amy dumped ice water onto Beca's bed.
"WHAT THE FUCK!" Beca shot up, pushing her hair that was stuck to her face to the back. She glared at Amy. "I swear- You're dead!" Amy ran down stairs and Chloe continued to video tape. Beca stumbled out of bed, soaking wet, except she tripped when every muscle in her body tensed up.
"Fuuuck." She mumbled.
"You good?" Chloe asked genuinely concerned as she put her phone away.
"Just soar as fuck." Beca reached back to rub her lower back. "Jesus christ, my back keeps locking." She sat back down on her bed.
"Do you want to skip practice? It's okay, we can just do some singing exercises today. You should rest. World's are coming up."
"Sorry Chloe." Beca was upset she had to let Chloe down.
"Hey it's fine. Really." Chloe walked over to the DJ and pulled her in for a hug but pulled back when Beca tensed up.
"Sorry..."
"It's okay, your hugs make it feel better." Beca smiled when she heard Chloe's cute giggle.
1 hour later
Chloe was taking a water break when her phone buzzed on the chair. She picked it up to see Beca's name. She slid it unlocked and crinkled her forehead when she read the message.
Chloe. Do you think you can cut practice and come home? I have severe abdominal pain.
I need more info... what's going on?
I don't know. Please come home. It's not even the soreness even though that adds to it. Everything hurts, and I can't move.
You sure it's not from ab and back work outs? Period cramps? Are you sick?
Yes I'm sure it's not the first two. Maybe last.
Have you thrown up?
...yes
Alright. I'll cut practice, be home in a bit.
Chloe got home and found Beca laying in bed still, curled up in a fetal position.
"Oh, Becs." Chloe said sadly at the pained brunette. She walked over and sat next to her, putting a hand on Beca's forehead. "You have a fever."
"Chloe, this is really painful. Take me to the hospital. Like seriously. This is not a drill." Beca pushed the last words out with a grunt as she felt her back and stomach muscles tighten.
"Okay, come on." Chloe helped Beca to the car.
Chloe sat patiently in the waiting room, while Beca got x-rays done. She started to doze off but quickly sat up when a doctor approached her.
"Ms. Beale?"
"That's me."
"Beca needs urgent surgery. She has appendicitis."
"Oh my god. Will she be okay?"
"Yes. Yeah she'll be just fine. Should take half an hour and she'll be back in bed."
"Okay. Thank you."
Half an hour later and Beca came out to the waiting room with crutches to help her walk. Beca smiled as she inched closer to the red head. Chloe came over to Beca and gently gripped Beca's shirt.
"Can I look?" Beca hummed yes and with that Chloe lifted the injured girl's shirt. She ran a light finger around the stitches and winced at the other girl's pain.
"I'm so sorry this happened to you."
"It's okay, Beale. Let's just get home."
A/N: K nothing special happened but I'm about to write another small one with some more fluff.