A/N: I wrote this instead of paying attention in my classes. Please tell me what you want for chapter 2! I want to give you what you want.
Disclaimer: I don't own PP2, the characters or anything else, blah blah blah.
White. Blindingly white.
She blinked her eyes open, squinting at the bright rectangular light directly above her face. A small groan drifted past her lips at the immediate stiffness in her neck as she tried to turn and take in her surroundings. Slowly, the room around her came into focus, and she became aware of a barely audible high pitched beeping coming from the right side of her bed.
Beep. Beep.
She took in a slow, shallow breath and her ribs protested with soreness at the movement. The air smelled of medicine and something distinctly sour; the girl crinkled her nose at the stench. If needles had a smell, that was exactly what that would be. Another small groan, closer to a hum this time, traveled from her chest to her mouth as she turned her head the other way. She was met with a large window that showed a busy street below, a couple of bare trees, and civilians trudging through the snow to get to their cars. Probably. She wouldn't know. She could only see the grey sky above.
Beep. Beep.
A scuffle of feet made her turn her head back around to face the intruder. At least her neck was loosening up. A short, plump woman with short, crimped black hair quietly waddled her way to her bed. She had a smile on her face, lighting up her grey eyes and suddenly the girl felt bad about finding the other woman's penguin walk comical. The woman wore a white lab coat with a name tag clipped to the left pocket that read Dorothy, surrounded by smiley face stickers. They set her stomach on edge.
"Hi there. No need to worry. You're in the hospital, honey. There was a car accident, but you're gunna be just fine. Lucky to be in as good of shape as you are."
Beep.
She marveled at how this woman didn't stop to breathe, while she was struggling with every intake. She opened her mouth to ask a question, though she didn't even know what to ask, "Wha…"
"Before we do anything else, I'm going to need to take a quick survey of sorts. Can you tell me what your name is?"
The girl furrowed her brow as she concentrated. A dull ache formed behind her eyes and she almost wanted to cry. But she pushed on. It would be a hell of a lot easier to remember if her brain wasn't trying to stab her from the inside.
"Umm..." she rasped, "B…Beca."
"Very good, sweetie. And your age?"
The pain sharpened at Beca's attempt at further retrieval. "Ah. Shit!" She croaked, her hand flying to her forehead, only to be caught by wires. The brunette hissed at the sharp pain of the needles that tugged at her hands and wrist. Dorothy's hands grabbed Beca's and pushed them back down onto the bed.
"Aaaalrighty, I think that's enough for right now, Miss Müller."
Beep.
The pain was shooting. Throbbing. But the question now on her lips seemed like the most important thing in the world. "What did you call me?"
There was no response.
"My last name is Mitchell."
"Don't worry. The doctor will be in to see you shortly, sweetheart," Dorothy responded with a concerned seeming smile.
Concentration lines formed on Beca's forehead as she tried to decipher why the nurse hadn't replied when she'd corrected her. Her last name was Mitchell. But maybe it wasn't? The nurse would have realized her mistake. But it seemed like she was so sure…
The small woman was drawn out of her internal debate by rising voices outside of her door. She willed her headache away as she tried to listen in.
"You said that I could see her after she awoke. She is awake now, ja?" A low, gravelly, accented voice began to shout. The voice that responded was quieter, trying to remain calm, but Beca could hear the tension in it. "We don't want to over stimulate her. We believe there may…"
God dammit, why couldn't they speak up? Honestly, hushed voices were so hard to eavesdrop on.
In the next second, her door was bursting open and a tall blonde woman was rushing toward her. She looked disheveled. Her hair was up in a messy bun with fly-aways hanging out in various places. Her electric blue eyes were sporting bags large enough to be Louis Vuitton. She was dressed in faded, light blue jeans and a grey BARDEN UNIV. t-shirt that looked a bit small for her. She didn't stop when she reached Beca, like the brunette expected her to, but instead half threw herself on top of the smaller woman and planted her lips firmly on Beca's. She sighed so emotionally that Beca thought it could be mistaken for a small cry. Not knowing how to react, Beca froze. After a long, lingering moment, the taller woman pulled away and pressed her forehead to the brunette's.
"Oh, maus," she breathed. "Oh, my dear, sweet Beca," she continued as she peppered kisses all over the brunette's face. "They would not let me in to see you. I have been waiting out in that hallway for two days. You have no idea how badly I wanted to touch you. To just be near you. To feel you safely in my arms. Meine engel."
Logic told Beca that she should push this woman away. But she didn't. Something about her made butterflies flutter in her abdomen and bees buzz loudly in her chest. The vague scent of cinnamon that swirled around her told her muscles to relax and her nerves to calm. But Beca had never been one to let emotions take over. She steeled herself and carefully brought up her hands to gently press against the shoulders of the woman against her.
Light blue eyes met hers and studied her curiously as the blonde sat back, but didn't remove her hands from the sides of Beca's face. The smaller woman thought carefully on her word choice. A deep, innate part of her was rearing a deep fear of hurting the beauty in front of her.
"Who are you?" She watched as the light seemed to dim a little in the blonde's eyes and she felt the same emotion echo throughout her own body. Nice, Beca. The other woman slowly removed her hands and placed them delicately in her lap.
"I-I'm sorry. Please don't be upset." The tiny woman whispered. She felt the urge to reach out and take a soft hand in her own, but resisted. No matter how much she seemed to share in the blonde's pain, she didn't know this woman. The blonde looked up and forced a smile. "Do not be sorry, liebling. You have done nothing wrong." But Beca could hear the immense lack of emotion as compared to when she'd come rushing in. She paused curiously at what the other woman had called her. Liebling?
"My name is Mina Müller." The words seemed hard for her to conjure and she spoke softly. "Beca… You are my wife."
Beca took a moment to ponder this. She moved her gaze down to her left hand, and sure enough there was a thin, golden wedding band with small carvings on it that looked like vines.
"So... My name was Mitchell, right?"
A hearty laugh escaped Mina's lips and Beca involuntarily smiled along. Why were this woman's emotions so contagious? Seeing the taller woman's eyes light back up, the brunette's heart soared and she felt a need to make Mina laugh like that as often as permitted.
"You were in an accident. You have memory loss, and your maiden name is what you are concerned about?" The blonde shook her head and smiled warmly at Beca. The brunette felt her cheeks warming. She couldn't remember anyone ever looking at her like that. Mina looked at her with such love and adoration that she felt that she would spontaneously burst right there. "Yes, Beca. Your last name used to be Mitchell. Beca Mitchell is the girl I fell in love with."
The easy confession of love made Beca suddenly uncomfortable. She cast her eyes downward and fritted with the hem of the bed sheet. Guilt burrowed its way into her stomach and crept into all the corners of her body. How could she face someone who loved her this much and tell her that she didn't even know who she was? Sure, the blonde made her giddy, but did she love her back? She didn't remember loving her.
Beep. Beep.
"I apologize, liebe. I did not mean to make you uncomfortable."
Beca didn't respond. Didn't look up. She couldn't bear to see the pain she'd caused.
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After another week, Beca had finally been released from the hospital. During that time, Mina had hardly left her side, regardless of the brunette's insisting that she go get proper rest and meals. Beca could tell that her wife was itching to touch her. She would often see a hand reach out for her and then change its course at the last moment.
Fortunately, Beca's body hadn't been too battered by the accident. Thank god for seatbelts. Although, now she had a nice, purple-yellow seatbelt placed bruise across her front. From what she gathered, her brain had taken the brunt of the hit via whiplash. She had a nice mental image of a brain smacking its skull when Dorothy told her and proceeded to vomit all over her nice white coat. Occasionally, a nurse would tell Mina that she should wait outside. Warm blue eyes would turn to ice every time, and Beca found herself smiling to herself when no one could make her wife leave the room.
"Are you sure you are okay, meine liebe?"
The brunette shuffled through the door of the apartment, ever so slowly, taking in all of her surroundings. It was modest. She immediately walked into a small living room with light green walls. One sofa and a love seat faced the window as well as a large, flat screen TV. The walls were covered in a few band posters, some paintings, and small clusters of glow-in-the-dark plastic stars. Christmas lights hung around the parameter that gave the room a homey glow.
"Uh, yeah. I'm good. Thanks," she murmured in response and made her way through the hallway. To the left was a long, skinny kitchen. If two people were in it at once, they'd practically be on top of each other. Her mind immediately created a scenario between her and the blonde in such a situation, and her face heated. She quickly moved on. To the right was the bedroom. It was as large as, if not larger than the living room and had a doorway in the back right corner that she assumed lead to the bathroom. The room was the same light green as the entrance of the apartment. The bed was a large, wooden, four poster monster that took up half of the room, and the light green curtains that hung partially down from the poster gave the room a soft, ethereal feel. The bed was unmade, and Beca could only assume that Mina hadn't been back to their place since the accident.
Their place. The brunette felt oddly out of place, yet right at home here. She hated that her body seemed to remember everything, while her brain remained clueless. She sat down with a huff, and groaned in frustration, covering her face with her hands. The bed dipped beside her and a tentative arm was placed awkwardly around her shoulder. When Beca tensed and her breath hitched, the arm was immediately retracted and a small sigh accompanied the movement. Guilt began climbing its way back up the brunette's spine and she removed her hands to look at her wife.
"I'm sorry, dude. I really am. I don't want you to feel like you can't touch me. It's just…" she struggled to find the right words for what she was feeling, "this is all really confusing to me. I feel like I know you, but I don't, ya know?"
Mina rubbed her temples with her fingers and Beca found her gaze glued to the movement. Mina seemed to make everything look, feel, and sound like poetry. Without thinking, the smaller woman reached out and took one of the blonde's hands and twirled the other woman's wedding ring, finding herself reveling in the feeling of the engravings on it. Blue eyes snapped open wide and looked into Beca's. A small smile played at Mina's lips. "You do that when I am frustrated."
The brunette continued her gesture, a curious frown crossing her lips, "I do?"
The smile stretched and crinkled the corners of Mina's eyes. The blonde grasped Beca's hand in both of hers. "Yes. And please, stop apologizing. I know this is difficult for you. Please be patient with me, as it will be for me, too. We were quite… affectionate." A smirk grew in place of the smile and the blonde's eyes grew a mischievous glint.
Heat began to pool in Beca's abdomen and her eyes widen to the size of saucers. Hell, they might have even been able to pop out of her head. She swallowed thickly. A dark chuckle reverberated through the bed and the brunette wondered how she managed to stay alive being married to this obvious goddess.
"Goddess? That one is new, I must say. Glad to know that your habit of accidentally complimenting me hasn't been lost with your memory," Mina purred and lightly grazed the back of Beca's hand with her nails. Beca gasped and her eyes partially rolled back into her head. Suddenly there was a large pressure pushing behind the brunette's eyes. She hissed and her hands flew to her head.
"Beca?" Came Mina's voice, laced with worry. All of the playfulness from the previous moment was gone. Soft hands were at her head in an instant, covering her own.
"I'm fine, I think. It doesn't hurt. It's just a lot of pressure," the younger woman grunted out as it began to fade. "Actually, could we go get some water?"
Strong hands were pulling her gently up, and as soon as she was standing, Beca moved a few steps away. She didn't want to feel dependent. She wanted Mina to know that she would be able to spend some time on her own. She wanted time on her own to think.
"You know what, I'll get it. You must be, like, exhausted. Stay here and take a nap. I'll just watch some TV or something."
Mina took a step closer, her hands outstretched, but stopped at Beca's determined gaze. Beca steeled herself further. "Please. I want to be able to do some things on my own," she added with a small smile. Mina finally relaxed, and after Beca's pointed look, put her hands up in mock arrest and sat down on the bed. When the blonde finally lay down, the smaller woman found herself satisfied and left the room.
Finding the cups had been more of an event than she would have liked, but she eventually found the small plastic cups with pink hearts on them in the very top cabinetand poured herself water. There is no way I picked these out. She curled herself into a tiny ball on the couch underneath a mountain of blankets and turned on cartoons, though she wasn't really watching. It'd been a couple of hours since she'd been home and she felt empty. A short while ago she'd tried distracting herself with mixing on her laptop, but even that didn't do the trick. She didn't recognize any of the tracks, anyway. She wrapped her arms tightly around her waist and found a small alleviation, but not nearly what she needed. Small tears threatened to leak over the bridge of her eyes. Her thoughts wandered to the blonde sleeping in the bed just a wall away from her. Maybe…
She shuffled into the bedroom, feeling small and childish. What if this wasn't normal? How was she supposed to gauge what their relationship normally entailed? The older woman had said that they were affectionate. Beca stood at the foot of the bed and lightly patted the mattress. "Ummm… Mina?" She whispered, and delicate snores evened out as the blonde woke.
"Maus? What is wrong?"
Beca shuffled her feet over a lip in the wooden floorboards and felt a small blush creep up her neck into her cheeks. "No, yeah, everything's fine. Um…" she looked up at Mina through her lashes. "I just. God. This is weird. I think… I miss you? Which is super weird cause you're right here, but… could I maybe," she gestured to the space in bed next to the older woman. Without a word, Mina pulled the covers back, welcoming Beca inside. The brunette cautiously crawled into the warmth of the bed and slid her body next to her wife's, but when Mina's arms wrapped around her and their legs tangled together, all anxiety flew out the window. She snaked her arms around the blonde in return and pressed her body as close to her wife possible, nuzzling her face into the other woman's neck, inhaling her scent deeply.
Mina pressed a gentle kiss to Beca's temple before bringing her head up so that the brunette was completely buried in her neck. The smaller woman felt one hand move from her waist to cradle her head, and her nose was pressed firmly against the base of Mina's throat.
"Better, meine kleine maus?" She felt Mina's voice buzz more than she heard it.
"Much," Beca sighed, feeling content for the first time in days.
The blonde sighed in reply, a light satisfied note riding on the breath. "Sleep well, my sweet, sweet, engel."
Again, please tell me what you want for chapter 2!