Thanks for the reviews, follows and favourites. Again apologise for any medical inaccuracies. As I said, I'm not expert. Anyways hope you enjoy.

They were surrounded, only this time, it was by men carrying rifles and wearing bulletproof vests with S.W.A.T on the back and front, dashing around the hall making sure it was safe and secure. They vaguely heard the sound of one man, the leader, giving the all clear and then requesting for immediate medical assistance for three casualties, two stable one critical. The only other sound, was that of a hysterical redhead trying desperately to keep her girlfriend with her.

"Beca, c'mon open your eyes. C'mon Becs, help is on the way, stay with me," Chloe cried as she adjusted the pressure over the wound. She was aware of the presence of two members of the S.W.A.T team hovering over her but she never took her eyes off her girlfriend. Terrified that if she looked away, even for a second, that Beca would be gone.

The other Bella's watched on helplessly, knowing there was nothing they could do. They were scared for their captain, even Cynthia Rose who was dealing with her own leg wound knew that by comparison, her issues were superficial. But Beca, nothing about her situation was simple or straight forward. The tiny brunette had taken a bullet to the chest. There was no movement from her, no sign of life, she was unresponsive to everything, including her girlfriends heart crushing pleas for her to hold on and to keep fighting.

The sound of rattling from outside caught most of their attention and they turned just in time to see two sets of paramedics entering the hall with two trolleys. The first unit split up and made their way towards Cynthia Rose and Flo, while the second unit made their way straight towards Beca, the critical case that needed the most attention.

Chloe vaguely heard the requests by the paramedics to move out of the way so they could help, but the redhead was having a hard time removing herself from her current position. Beca's hand was till resting over her own and Chloe was afraid that if she let go, that Beca would let go too. But the paramedics insisted, they needed to help the fallen brunette and they couldn't do it with Chloe in the way.

So, with a deep reluctance weighing heavy on her heart, Chloe removed her hands and watched as they were replaced by a gloved pair that worked immediately on assessing the damage and stemming the flow. While the paramedics worked on keeping Beca's barely there pulse and heartbeat pumping, the Chloe moved around so that she was kneeling by her girlfriends head, gently stroking her hair and whispering reassurances that everything would be fine. Because it would be. Because it had to be.

As the paramedics worked on trying to stabilise Beca before attempting to move her, the other Bella's were evacuated from the building. A SWAT member tried several times to encourage Chloe to leave with them, but she wouldn't hear of it. She wasn't going anywhere unless Beca was going with her. It was in that moment that the people surrounding her realised that the redhead and the brunette were probably more than just friends and against their better judgement, they let her stay.

The world outside the rehearsal hall was pandemonium with news crews, police officers, emergency services and general onlookers crowding the pavements outside. Cynthia Rose was wheeled out on a trolley, unable to walk because of her leg wound with Flo walking next to her, her arm bandaged and strapped up. From a distance they heard their names being called and glanced up to see Aubrey Posen rushing towards them with Jesse, Benji and Bumper hot on her heels.

"Oh my God, are you guys okay? I came as soon as I saw what happened on the news," the blonde said as she glanced over the group, especially the two injured parties. Aubrey lived in the next town over just outside of the lodge she ran. The job kept her busy but the proximity to Barden allowed her to drop in and out and visit her Bella's. After a moment of taking in the group she realised something major was amiss.

"Where are Chloe and Beca?" she asked, her voice sounding panicked as the worst case scenario raced through her mind. There had already been numerous casualties and several fatalities on campus and Aubrey and the others were terrified that somebody they knew was amongst them. As her stomach began to bottom out at the lack of responses coming from the traumatised group, there was suddenly the sound of paramedics rushing people out of the way as they wheeled a trolley quickly out of the rehearsal hall and down the pathway towards the numerous ambulance trucks.

They all glanced around to see the paramedics from earlier urgently rushing a trolley being occupied by Beca towards one of the trucks, a grief stricken redhead running alongside it keeping a tight grip on a lifeless pale hand. Aubrey raised a hand to her mouth in shock at the sight of the tiny DJ, thick white padded bandages taped tightly to her now semi exposed chest, soaked in blood and a tube down her throat connected to a manual oxygen pump supplying her air by the hand of a medic.

"Chloe," Aubrey called out, moving in the direction of her best friend. The redhead glanced in the direction of the blonde briefly, her tear stained face piercing through Aubrey's heart, before she climbed into the back of the ambulance. Aubrey watched as the doors of the ambulance were closed and it sped off towards the local hospital and in that moment, Aubrey snapped back into her old Bella captain mode, knowing exactly where they needed to be.

"Stacie, you go with CR in the ambulance, Emily you go with Flo, Jesse and I will take everyone else in our cars, okay now let's move," she ordered and everyone split up, more than eager to be with their co-captains than anywhere else. After surviving through a shooting, they all felt the need to support one another now more than ever. And with Beca's grave condition, they needed to do everything they could to keep both their captains afloat.

When the ambulance pulled up into the hospital bay, the medics launched out of the truck at lightning speed and were instantly met by a trauma team waiting to get to work. Chloe barely had time to register what was going on until she saw Beca being moved and, as if on autopilot, her feet began to trail after the medical team who were charged with keeping the DJ alive.

She couldn't take anything in, there was too much noise, too much commotion going on around her, but her feet kept moving right alongside her girlfriends trolley, trying to stay close without interfering with whatever the medical team around her were doing. Just as they reached a set of double doors at the end of the hall a nurse suddenly blocked her path, keeping her from following Beca.

"I'm sorry but you can't go any further," the older woman said as she placed a hand against the redhead's shoulder. Chloe shook her head from side to side as she tried to keep moving forward towards the doors that separated her from her girlfriend. "N-no I have to be with her she needs me," Chloe said, trying to get around the nurse who was having none of it.

"I understand that but you can't go back there, the doctors need to do everything they can to help your friend." This was not what Chloe wanted to hear as she ran her hands through her hair, fighting against the onslaught of tears that just continued to fall. "She's not my friend she's my girlfriend," Chloe shouted back, frustrated more with the situation than the inaccurate labelling of her relationship with the girl she was head over heels in love with.

"Please, I-I have to be with her, I can't leave her alone. Beca hates hospitals, she needs me to be there with her," Chloe said, her voice taking on a pleading tone as she all but got on her knees and begged to be allowed through. But the nurse just sighed. She had seen this situation play out hundreds of times before and it always broke her heart, but the doctors needed to work on saving lives and they couldn't do that with hysterical loved ones invading their space, it wasn't practical or ethical.

"I'm sorry, but you can't be in there," the nurse said and Chloe bowed her head as more tears fell at those words. "I promise as soon as there's any news I'll come find you." With that, the nurse turned on her heel and buzzed herself through the double doors before disappearing out of sight. As Chloe watched, she felt herself beginning to shake, her tears progressing from silent tracks down her cheeks into gut wrenching sobs as her knees began to buckle and give way. Before she could hit the floor, a warm pair of arms wrapped around her and held her up, holding her tight and whispering reassuring words.

"It's okay, she's gonna be okay Chlo," Aubrey whispered, her voice wet with tears as she held her best friend tight and tried to console her. Realistically she knew her statement was nothing more than wishful thinking on her part, Beca was seriously injured and in critical condition, but if giving Chloe the comfort of hope kept her from completely falling apart then she would. She would just deal with the fallout later if it so happened to come her way.

After a few more moments passed, Aubrey guided her from towards the doctors lounge that one of the doctors she had met on the way in, had been kind enough to give her access to so she could get Chloe to shower and change her clothes. Jesse was already waiting inside, sitting in a chair with a rucksack at his feet. Upon hearing them enter he stood up and allowed Aubrey to seat her best friend. The redhead just sat there, eyes unblinking staring at the far wall, her hands cradled to her chest.

"Chloe, c'mon you need to take a shower," Aubrey said as she tucked a stray strand of hair behind her friends' ear. At the word shower, Chloe glanced down at herself and realised she was covered in blood. But it wasn't her blood, it was Beca's blood, and the thought made her stomach twist in knots, her heart rate picking up as she began to hyperventilate. Before Jesse or Aubrey could register what was happening, Chloe had bolted out of the seat and was tugging furiously at her clothes.

"Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God," she cried as she practically tore her tank top from her body and tossed it away, rushing towards the showers and stepping inside, her bra, shorts and trainers still on. Chloe frantically twisted at the knob until hot water was raining down on top of her and then she scrubbed furiously at the blood coating her hands and face from where she had accidentally rubbed it on while trying to stop her tears.

Aubrey dashed into the area where the shower stalls were and at the sight of her best friend, she choked down a sob. Never in her life had she seen Chloe this broken and it scared her. Because if Beca didn't pull through, she didn't know what would become of her best friend. She knew Chloe loved the DJ, it would take an idiot not to see it. But it was in this moment that Aubrey realised just how much.

Beca wasn't just a lover to Chloe, she was everything. Her best friend, her soulmate, the other half that completed her. Loving Beca was like breathing air to Chloe, she did it without realising and without her, it was like she was suffocating. Aubrey would be lying if she said she wasn't jealous. Sure she and Beca still butted heads from time to time, they were just so different, but the way Beca looked at Chloe and loved her like she was the only person in existence, Aubrey couldn't help but be envious of what her best friend had.

But Aubrey would never begrudge Chloe that happiness, because if anyone deserved it, it was Chloe. She just hoped that someday, she would have that with somebody too. Seeing that Chloe was now free of any red stains, the blonde decided to intervene before the redhead scrubbed flesh from her body with her incessant rubbing.

Reaching over Chloe's shoulder, Aubrey turned off the water and then wrapped a soft towel around her friend, softly rubbing her up and down to dry her off before guiding her out of the stall and back into the lounge. Jesse stopped his pacing as soon as he saw them return and, seeing that Chloe needed some privacy, he handed Aubrey the rucksack that held the clean set of clothes, and then left the lounge.

"C'mon let's get you changed huh," Aubrey coaxed, grabbing the clean clothes from the rucksack and handing them to Chloe. As if the redhead had suddenly realised where she was she placed her hand on top of Aubrey's to stop her from removing the towel. "N-no. It's okay, I can do it," she whispered. Aubrey just nodded and passed her the clothes. Chloe quickly changed out of the wet clothes she had kept on in the shower, towelled off and redressed in the clean clothes, a simple jeans and sweatshirt combo with some Chuck's on her feet.

She dried her hair with a hair dryer that was lying around near the shower stalls and then tied it up in a messy bun. When she was finally ready, Aubrey guided her out of the room and headed in the direction of the family waiting room she had been told about earlier. Chloe walked with her hands crossed tightly over her chest and upon entering the room, she was stunned by the sight of all the Bella's plus Bumper, Benji, Jesse and a slew of parents dotted around, including Warren Mitchell and Beca's stepmother.

"Chloe," a voice called out and the redhead glanced up to see Kate Beale rushing towards her with outstretched arms. "Mom," Chloe mumbled out as she ran into her mothers' arms and allowed her tears to fall. Kate held her daughter close, stroking her hair as Chloe's father David stroked her back and pressed a kiss to the side of his daughters head.

"Sweetheart, are you alright?" Kate cooed as she leaned back so she could look her daughter in the eyes, her hands reaching up to cup pale cheeks in her palms. Chloe jerkily nodded her head as tears pooled in her eyes. "B-Beca, she, she saved me," Chloe managed to get out, her tears spilling down her face at the memory of what her girlfriend had done. David rested his hand on his daughter shoulder and squeezed it in a comforting manner.

"I always knew I liked that girl," he said, earning a very brief small smile form Chloe before the redhead's attention fell on Warren and she moved away from her parents and towards the man, taking a seat in the empty chair next to her. Warren was sitting back in the chair leaning on one elbow on the arm of the chair while the other rested on the other arm. Chloe reached out and rested her hand over his, causing him to look up into pained ocean blue eyes.

"Beca sa-," Chloe stopped mid-sentence as she choked around a sob that was trying to escape, "She saved my life," she uttered out, desperate for Warren to know and understand his daughters heroic actions. The gazed at her for a moment, as if trying to take in what she had said and eventually, it sank in, and when it did, he squeezed Chloe's hand before reaching over and embracing her. His daughter had willingly put her life on the line for this girl, the least he could do was take care of her until Beca was able to do it herself. And she would do it again, because any other outcome was unacceptable to everyone in the room.

As time ticked away, the Bella's, the Trebles and all the parents and friends tried to keep morale up, a difficult feat when news was still flooding in from the shooting, so much so that David Beale out of frustration and annoyance shut off the tv in the corner of the room that was broadcasting live news reports. The last thing all the kids needed was a constant reminder of the horrific event they had just been through.

Sheila, Beca's stepmother, and Kate, along with Benji and Bumper, all had made a food run, knowing that it had been hours since anyone had eaten. Nobody was feeling particularly hungry when it was suggested, but once the food arrived, they suddenly realised they were famished and were grateful for it in the end. Flo had joined them longer after, having been discharged.

Her wound had been pretty superficial, just a couple of stitches and a light bandage and she was discharged. Not long after she was followed by Cynthia Rose who had discharged herself so she could be with her sisters. Luckily for her, the bullet hadn't hit any major arteries or bone and after removing the bullet and stitching up the wound, she had been told that she would need plenty of rest and two weeks on some crutches to keep the pressure off.

But still there had been no word on Beca and Chloe was going crazy. She kept gazing down at the ring on her finger, hoping that her girlfriend remembered the promise she had made and that it would somehow pull her through. However longer they went without news, the more terrified she became and she was beginning to grow restless.

"It shouldn't be taking this long," she said, as she gazed up at the clock, drawing the attention of Jesse who had been sitting beside her, offering her up his shoulder to cry on or as a pillow to sleep on, whatever she needed. Even though he and Beca had broken up a long time ago, they had remained close friends. In fact the tiny DJ was his closest friend next to Benji.

She was the first person he had connected with at Barden and that bond was important to him. Even though they hadn't worked out, he was glad they had been able to remain friends, best friends in fact, and that meant a lot to him. When Beca had told him about how she felt about Chloe, he had been completely supportive. He really liked Chloe and he could see how good she was for Beca so he knew that he had a duty to his best friend to take care of her girl and make sure she didn't fall apart.

"Hey," he said, ducking down his head so they were eye level, "The fact that it is taking this long is a good thing. It means Beca's fighting, she'll be back with us in no time," he said with a small grin. Chloe smiled at what he said because it made sense, if something had happened they would've been told by now. In that moment she was grateful for Jesse's unwavering optimism. She nodded her head to acknowledge that she had heard him and then returned her attention to her hands, more specifically her promise ring. Her girl was fighting, for her, for them, for their future.

As if somebody had hit a mute button, the chatter around the room suddenly fell silent, so much so that it would've been possible to hear a pin drop. Chloe was pulled from her thoughts when she felt Warren Mitchell rise from his seat and his caught her attention. Glancing up, she immediately caught sight of a man crossing the room in a pair of dark navy blue scrubs, a surgical cap in his hand, Beca's doctor.

"Are you the family of Rebeca Mitchell?" he asked, slightly stunned by the sheer volume of people in the room. Warren instantly crossed the room to meet the doctor, followed closely by Chloe, Sheila, and Chloe's parents. "I'm Beca's father, this is my daughter's girlfriend," Warren said, gesturing to Chloe who was stood right next to him.

"As you know, Rebeca's condition was critical when they brought her in. The bullet penetrated chest cavity and her heart and ruptured an artery, which is what caused the massive blood loss. We managed to retrieve the bullet and repair the rupture, but I don't think I need to tell you how grave this situation is," the doctor said, his face taking on a serious expression as he gazed directly at Warren and Chloe before glancing briefly at everybody else.

"The fact that she's made it this far, is a miracle, especially with her condition and I'm not going to lie to you, she arrested twice on the table. We've had to give her a blood transfusion to compensate for the blood loss and we had to place a stent in the damaged artery," he explained as he toyed with the cap he was holding. Chloe meanwhile raised a hand to her mouth to stifle her cries, it was a lot to take in and wrap her head around.

"We've done everything we can, but now, it's up to Beca to do the rest," he finished, waiting for the inevitable question that always came next. Warren rubbed his hand over the top of his head as he digested the news before resting against the back of his neck. "Can we see her?" he asked. The doctor nodded as he gestured to the nurse who was waiting nearby, the one Chloe had met upon arrival.

"She's in intensive care right now, Nurse Miller will bring you up. I'm afraid it's family only at this point," the doctor said and Chloe was about to protest when Warren placed a comforting hand on her back. "She is family and I would be grateful if you and your staff could treat her as such," he said, and Chloe smiled up at him, thankful for what he had said.

The doctor nodded his head respectfully and gestured for Nurse Miller to lead the way. Warren and Chloe followed her out the door, the Bella's asking them to pass on their love as they left. The walk seemed to take forever and the ride up in the elevator was torturous for Chloe, but she used the time to pull herself together. She needed to be strong, for Beca.

Once they arrived on the floor, they followed the nurse toward the ICU and then passed her by as they stepped inside. On the other side of the double doors was short corridor lined with six individual rooms, a nurses reception just inside the entrance. The nurse guided them down the corridor and stopped outside the second door on the right. Warren walked straight on but Chloe, she stopped for a moment, bracing herself for what was to come before finally, taking that first step.

What graced her eyes, shattered her. Nothing could've prepared her for what was staring back at her. There on the bed, was the girl she loved more than anything, more than she loved music, more than she loved singing, more than she loved being a Bella. Right there on that bed, wrapped up in more wires than any person she ever play home to, was the person she had invested her entire future in.

Making her way across the room, Chloe came to a stop right next to the vacant side of her girlfriends. She glanced at all the machines, the heart monitor that was tracking the rhythm of Beca's heart, slowly tracking a line up and down with each beat. The oxygen machine that was supplying oxygen through the tube down the DJ's throat. The lines that were feeding her blood, food and other fluids that the damaged body before her needed to sustain human life.

Chloe also knew that somewhere underneath all the covers was a line that was removing waste from Beca's body into a bag that was hanging somewhere under the bed covers out of sight of visitors. And the Chloe glanced at Beca's chest and through the thin material of her hospital gown, she could make out the thick padded bandaging that was covering most of her girlfriends chest only, unlike the bandages from the ambulance, they were probably still relatively clean, save for some minor post up bleeding.

Finally, blue eyes settled on the pale, lifeless face of the girl who had so selflessly put herself in harms way to save her life. The face of the girl who had unintentionally walked into Chloe's life on the quad of Barden University three years ago, an event that would eventually lead them on the path to becoming the lovers they now where. Back then, Chloe never would've imagined that the distant, sarcastic alt girl would become her whole world.

But Beca had. She'd wormed her way into Chloe's heart and the redhead never wanted her to leave. The DJ had set up home there with her talent, her wit, her loyalty and it was where she belonged. Taking a seat in the chair Warren had pulled up for her, Chloe sat down and hesitantly reached out and gently grabbed a hold of Beca's hand, cradling it between her own and bringing it to her lips, pressing a loving kiss to it.

"I'm here Bec's, I'm right here," she whispered, her eyes tracing over her girlfriends facial features as if memorising them. Though Chloe didn't need to, she knew every inch of that face so well she was convinced that if someone were to blindfold her and make her guess who was standing in front of her by touch alone, she would know Beca the second her fingers came in contact with her soft skin. She couldn't count the number of hours she had spent gazing over Beca's face as she slept in the early hours of the morning if she tried. Only this time, the DJ wasn''t simply sleeping.

After about an hour, Warren decided to go grab some coffee and stretch his legs. He also needed to check in with Beca's mother to see where she was, leaving the redhead alone with her for the first time in what felt like days. Beca's mother was in Italy on a wine tasting vacation with some friends so they knew it would take her the best part of a day or more to get to Georgia. Once Chloe heard the door to the room close over she turned her full attention to Beca.

"Hey baby, it's me," Chloe said, hugging the DJ's hand to her chest and and leaning in closer. "You know what you did today was really stupid," she stated, deciding that if she was going to talk to Beca she would talk to her how she normally did, and that included chastising her when she was reckless, but it was only because she cared. "You took a bullet for me and I don't know if I should be mad at you or grateful that you care so much. I think I'm a little of both," she sighed as a tear made its way down her cheek.

"God I just, I love you so much Bec's. You're everything to me and I know, I know I make you promise me lots of things and that you always see them through which is why I need you to promise me this, cause this is the one that counts the most," Chloe said, her voice taking on a serious tone, "I need you to promise me that you'll pull through this and that you'll get better. Cause I can't do this without you. I can't face existing in a world that doesn't have you in it."

Glancing down at the locket that hung from her neck, Chloe opened it up and gazed down at the picture staring back at her. It was her favourite picture of her and Beca on the redhead's birthday. As a surprise, Beca had secured all access passes to a Kelly Clarkson concert, thanks to the record label she was interning at who had decided to rewarded her for her work. She could've had her pick of events, but Beca chose Kelly Clarkson because she knew how much Chloe loved her and thought it would be an epic surprise,

And it was. Chloe got to meet a woman she had idolised for years and after finally calming her nerves, was even able to have a conversation with her. It had been the best birthday gift ever and Beca had promised her that night, that when she became a big time music producer, she would introduce Chloe to all of her music idols as long as she promised not to have a meltdown and pull an Aubrey by projectile vomiting everywhere.

Releasing Beca's hand, Chloe removed the necklace from around her neck and then stood up, leaning over towards the headboard of the bed. Finding the little hand rail, she looped the necklace around it and secured it in place, allowing the locket to dangle next to Beca's head. Leaning down, Chloe pressed a long lingering kiss to her unconscious girlfriends' forehead and then wiped the tears from her eyes before reclaiming her seat and taking a hold of the hand she had been clinging to.

"Come back to me Bec's."