Hey guys! So I wrote this a few weeks ago and just decided to publish it. I hope you like it. It's just a little two shot.
It was the morning of regionals their sophomore year, and Beca knew it was going to be bad. She had been up since midnight throwing up and having diarrhea. She was living in the Bella house and sharing a room with Chloe, which was both good and bad on this particular night. It was good because they had the one room in the house with an attached bathroom, but bad because Beca felt awful for potentially infecting her best friend.
Beca also had a fever, which was sky high and making every bone in her entire body ache. She knew she was in trouble for the competition that day. Her throat was killing her and she could not move without having some bodily fluid escape.
Shockingly, Chloe slept through the whole thing and only figured out how awful the tiny brunette's night had been when she came into the bathroom a little after six for a shower.
"Oh my gosh Beca," Chloe said, coming into the bathroom only to find her best friend with her head on a towel as a makeshift pillow, "What happened?"
"I think I have a stomach bug," Beca said, shielding her eyes from the light, "I've been up since midnight."
"Beca," Chloe said, getting a washcloth, wetting it, and putting it on the sick girl's forehead, "Why didn't you wake me up?"
"We have regionals today," Beca said, "I didn't want to keep you up."
Chloe groaned, remembering the competition, but also frustrated that her best friend did not wake her.
"You know I'm always here for you," Chloe said, sitting down next to Beca, rubbing her sweaty back, "Are you gonna make it to regionals?"
"I'm going to try," Beca said, sitting up, "I feel like utter crap right now, but I hope I can compete. I don't think I can move right now, but give me a minute."
"Alright," Chloe said, "Do you mind if I shower?"
"No," Beca said, leaning against the wall next to the toilet, "It's not like I haven't seen it before."
Chloe smiled, getting up off the floor and going to shower. She felt bad for her friend and before she climbed into the shower, she shot a text to Jesse, warning him his girl was sick. Chloe, unlike Aubrey, had no problems with Beca dating a treble and was all for it when she saw how happy he made her. Jesse texted back quickly, asking if he should come over. Chloe discouraged it, not wanting to ruin the Trebles chances at ICCAs because Jesse was not focused. Jesse told her to tell Beca that he loved her and that he would check on her once they got to the competition.
Chloe went into the bathroom, starting the shower. Beca was back with her head on the towel, arms wrapped around her aching tummy. Chloe frowned, getting in the shower. She was hoping and praying that none of the other girls had whatever bug was attacking Beca. Chloe showered, getting out just in time to see Beca throwing up again. Luckily, the younger girl had pulled her hair into a messy bun at some point during the long night. Chloe dressed in a pair of sweats and a t-shirt.
The ICCAs had been moved to better facilities, and every team now had a dressing room. The competition did not start until four, but they had to be checked in at two. The event was two hours away, and the Bellas planned to leave at 11:30 just to make sure they were there on time. Chloe was hoping that everything would go alright despite her co-captain and the holder of the pitch pipe was so sick.
Chloe went to check on the other girls, glad to find everyone asleep and all the bathrooms empty. She then went back to check on Beca. She found the bathroom door shut.
"Bec," she called, knocking.
"Not now Chloe," Beca called.
"Are you alright?" Chloe called, worried for her friend.
"I'll be fine," Beca called, "I'll open the door when I'm done."
Chloe respected her friend's privacy and decided to figure out how to rework the numbers so Beca did not have solos because Chloe could tell that her throat was torn to shreds by the vomiting. Five minutes later, Beca opened the door, staying in the bathroom, but leaning against the doorframe so she could see Chloe.
"You alright Becs?" Chloe asked, looking at the very sick girl.
"I will be," Beca said, holding her stomach, "But you need to reassign my solos and make sure the girls can change the dance just in case I'm still like this at competition. I think it's getting better, but I still feel horrible."
"Can I get you anything?" Chloe asked, getting up and felling Beca's forehead, feeling the heat emanating from it.
"I'm fine," Beca said, "If you could make sure some Gatorade and crackers get packed for the bus, that would be great."
"Of course," Chloe said, making a mental note to pick that stuff up when she ran to the store to pick up everything they needed for the trip, "I'm gonna run out to the store to get everything we still need. Will you be alright until I get back?"
Beca nodded, feeling her stomach cramp up again.
Chloe left, leaving a note on their door that said that Beca was sick and to leave her alone just in case the other Bellas came looking.
The tiny brunette stayed curled in a ball on the floor, hoping to prevent another vomiting episode. However, it could not be avoided and she got sick again. She knew she needed to be able to compete with the girls. She was their leader and they counted on her to lead them to the finals again. She stayed curled up on the bathroom floor until Chloe came back.
" time 's it?" Beca slurred, the exhaustion from not sleeping all night getting to her.
"It's a little after nine," Chloe said, "The rest of the girls are up and as soon as everyone's done with breakfast we are going to work on choreo just in case you can't perform. How are you feeling?"
"Like my stomach hates me," Beca said, a tiny chuckle escaping, "I feel better than I did last night, but still awful. I'm hoping to sleep on the bus."
"Of course," Chloe said, rubbing Beca's back a little before heading downstairs.
The Bellas had a better bus now that they were champions and touring on weekends and breaks. It was bigger and had a bathroom and beds like those on a professional sports team bus with beds stacked three high. These came in handy when they were out on tour.
Chloe went to check on the girls. They spent about an hour working on the dance without Beca before Chloe was satisfied. Beca's solo was going to Chloe regardless if Beca performed or not because her voice was in no shape to sing a solo.
By the time they were done with this, it was around 10:30 and the girls needed to get ready. Chloe went to check on Beca and found her freshly showered and dressed in new sweats, sitting on her bed.
"Feel better now that you're clean?" Chloe asked, grabbing her own duffle bag and starting to pack her stuff.
"A little," Beca said, "Could you pack my bag for me?"
"Of course," Chloe said, "Let me finish mine first and I'll get yours."
Chloe both of their stuff ready to go by 11:10.
"I'm gonna go start loading the bus," Chloe said, "Are your clothes hanging up in the closet?"
Beca nodded, hand covering her mouth, clearly trying not to throw up. Chloe went to the shared closet, finding Beca's outfit. When she turned back around, Beca was gone and she heard her in the bathroom being sick.
Chloe sighed, debating whether she should go help her friend but decided against it, knowing she had a lot to do before they left. She instead grabbed both of their bags, outfits, and pillows, heading to the bus. She got their stuff loaded as well as the food and drinks she bought earlier.
"Hey Chloe," Cynthia Rose said, getting on the bus while Chloe was loading the fridge, "How's Beca?"
"She's still pretty sick," Chloe said, sighing, "She said she's feeling better though."
"Is she coming with us?" Cynthia rose asked.
"Of course," Chloe said, "She wouldn't miss it. I think she's pretty determined to perform."
"Alright," the younger girl said, knowing how the DJ was.
Chloe headed back inside, yelling at everyone to get their crap in the bus because they were leaving in fifteen minutes. Just as she was about to head upstairs when the doorbell rang. Chloe groaned, thinking it was Jesse.
"I thought I told you not to …" Chloe started before realizing it was not the dorky Treblemaker at the door, "Aubrey?!"
"Hello to you to," the blonde said, coming in, "You didn't think I would miss the Bellas first competition of the season did you? Why were you yelling at me?"
"I thought you were Jesse," Chloe said, hugging her best friend, "Beca is sick so I texted him just to let him know, and he wanted to come over. I didn't let him, but I wasn't sure he listened."
"What's wrong with DJ?" Aubrey asked.
"Stomach bug," Chloe said, sighing, "She's been up all night. She's still really sick, but she's gonna try to perform."
"Do not let her repeat two years ago," Aubrey said seriously.
"I think she'll be alright," Chloe said, "But we need to finish getting ready. You can chill on the couch."
Just as Chloe turned to go upstairs, Stacie, Lily, and Jessica all came downstairs, freaking out when they saw Aubrey.
"Load the bus while you talk," Chloe said, heading upstairs to get Beca.
She found the brunette next to the toilet leaning on the wall.
"You gonna be alright to go?" Chloe asked, handing Beca another wet washcloth.
"I think so," she said, holding the blissfully cool cloth on her forehead, "Can you grab the trash can from next to my bed though?"
"Of course," Chloe said, picking up the small can, "Ready?"
Beca nodded, forcing herself off the floor. Chloe helped Beca down the stairs, grabbing the DJ's favorite blanket on the way. Chloe noticed everyone was gone from the living room, hoping they were all in the bus.
As they boarded the bus, Chloe did a head count, noticing everyone was already on the bus.
"Hey Beca," Fat Amy said, "You look like shit."
"Thanks," Beca said, giving her a half smile.
"Beca," Aubrey said, "How did you get sick right before regionals? I trusted you with the pitch pipe."
"It's not like I planned it," Beca said, hand wrapped around her sore stomach.
"Well…" the blonde started.
"Enough Aubrey," Chloe said, "You're a guest, and Beca is sick. Lay off." Beca smiled at the red head before turning to address the group.
"Hey guys," Beca said, "Sorry I got sick, but you guys are going to be amazing. I'm gonna crash for the bus ride and hopefully I'll be alright by the time we have to perform."
All the girls nodded as Beca made her way back to one of the beds she had claimed as her own over the summer during their long tour. She smiled when she saw the garbage can next to her bunk as well as the Gatorade and crackers that were on the shelf. She knew Chloe had been responsible for all of it. Her pillow and favorite blanket were also there and Beca curled up, trying to sleep.
She also found her phone on the shelf and pulled it down. She saw she had a few texts from both her dad and Jesse. The ones from her dad were wishing her luck, saying he would be watching from his house. The ones from Jesse said he hoped she was feeling better, that he would check on her when they got there.
She texted her dad back thank you and decided to call Jesse, wanting to hear his soothing voice.
"Hey Weirdo," her boyfriend said, answering the phone, "How are you feeling?"
"Like crap," she said, putting her head on the pillow.
"Becs," he said, hating that she was so sick, "Are you sure you should be going to the competition today?"
"Are you trying to beat us?" she asked with a fake gasp.
"You know I'm not," he said, smile evident in voice, "Did you call for something specific?"
"No," she said with a yawn, "I just wanted to talk to you. We just left Barden."
"So did we," Jesse said, "Why don't you get some rest. I would hate if we beat you unfairly."
"Haha," she said sarcastically, "I'll see you when we get there."
"Feel better weirdo," he said, "Get some sleep."
They hung up and Beca tried to sleep. She ended up throwing up once more before falling asleep.
So there was chapter one. I hope you liked it. If you didn't please don't leave a nasty comment, just don't read it! Thanks so much!