Author's note: Chloe in this story is a fledging doctor, she didn't become a teacher or exotic dancer

after Barden (although, I would like work in an exotic dancer Chloe in here someday)

haha I wrote this story for my friend whose an amazing writer on here, makes me feel inadequate. Yet, like any good friend no matter how simple a gift may seem, it was made with friendship love. That and you're a butt (said with love)

Chloe

"Making my way downtown walking fast; faces pass and I'm homebound DU DU DU "

Roughly around 216 miles away from California, we'll separate into our normal lives, saving up sick leave and vacation time to be a part of the semi-annual Barden Sing-off. Everything about it was worth the wait, just to spend time with these girls again. We were going 50 mph, but we weren't slowing down.

"The brakes aren't working, everybody hold on! I'm pulling the emergency brakes!"

The emergency brakes were doing its job, shaving off the speed. I braced myself against the chair in front of me looking around and spotted Aubrey huddled next to Stacie, in military mode on her phone.

"Our brakes aren't working! We're on the Flamingo Arroyo Trail, next to a 50s diner"

I saw a flash of brown hair streak through, before I heard someone yell

"Watch out"

The collision happened in a blink of an eye.

I shook off the nausea and scrambled unevenly out of the van to check on the girl. I felt the hot asphalt poke at my knees when I peered down at her to catch the light in the electric blue going dim. My body went on autopilot introducing myself as a first respondent.

"My name is Chloe, you're entering a state of shock. Please stay with me. The paramedics will arrive here shortly" I checked her pulse rate to find it slowing down; I had to keep her conscious. I scanned her body to find if she had any external bleeding or broken bones and noticed bruises forming.

"Can you hear me? What parts of you hurt the most" As soon as the words left my mouth, I swear I could see a hint of sarcasm in her eyes as if to say, everything. Yet, she was still flickering in and out of conscious.

People were running out of a diner, one of them was screaming "BECA!" attempting to reach her and move her.

"No, don't move her! "

I returned my focus on Beca, trying to keep her grounded till the two ambulances arrived. It seemed to take ages for them to appear, but in reality it could've been a few hours. I let Aubrey handle their questions, while I watched them put the c-collar on her and position her on the backboard.

"Sir, which hospital are you taking her?"

"Ma'am we'll be taking her to Wever Hospital, it's the only one in town." The paramedic replied curtly closing the doors to the ambulance shut.

I turned to the guy who called out to Beca earlier, "I'm Chloe, do you know Beca? Can you take me to the hospital?"

He jumped slightly still in a daze and nodded, checking his pockets for his keys. Then remembering to introduce himself, he quietly said "I'm Jesse"

I turned to my girls, noticing how shaken they were, but generally okay talking to the paramedics.

Aubrey stood away from the crowd checking her phone.

"Aubrey, I'm heading to Wever Hospital, to check on Beca. Everybody on our side is okay, except for the driver. He has a mild concussion from hitting his head on the wheel."

"Living up to your Hippocrates Oath? " I nodded, "I've contacted the travelling agency on their faulty ride and insurance company. Stacie is out taking pictures of the vehicle and hopefully done flirting with the paramedics. We'll rest at a motel in town and Fat Amy already called Bumper to pick us up. That put aside, you okay?"

I only offered weak smile and told her that I'll be off, giving her a reassuring hug.

I found Jesse spacing out and looking lost behind the wheel waiting for me. Knocking on his window, he unlocked the passenger door. I felt for my phone in my pocket, selecting an emergency number – the first time I've ever used it. My finger hovered hesitantly before pressing it.

"Henry, I need you to do me a favor: can you contact Wever Hospital's credential committee and bypass most of the red tape to get me Courtesy privileges, please?"

"Yes Ms. Beale, it will be done. Would you like anything else, little miss?" I can feel his old nostalgic smile, making me feel guilty for not calling in after all these years.

"Not at the moment, thank you Henry and please take care of yourself"

""Will do, little miss."

The drive to the hospital was silent.

Arriving at bustling E.R., I went straight to the island of nurses that were rushing around and calling names of patients. I asked if they had a Beca admitted in today, feeling sheepish for not knowing her last name. An old nurse tottered up "I'm Nurse Betty. Did you ask about Beca Mitchell? Oh dear, she's behind curtain E-3. I'll take you. Are you both friends of hers, if you are its good that you're here. Her father lives in a different state and her mom is hard to contact, living in that hippy cult of hers with her new boyfriend. She's always working so hard after they left her behind as a teenager."

Hearing that made me feel guilty, I didn't really know what to do with this additional sad information and we just had to run her over to add more to the every growing list of hard knocks in her life. The old nurse was just laying it on thick with the guilty gravy.

She pulled backed the curtain and I saw Beca laying there broken. I thanked her for taking us there and she gave us an encouraging smile.

I've been in contact with patients daily, but I've never been the one to put a patient into a hospital bed. I snapped back into professional mode, checking her IV and morphine.

"Nurse Betty, how was her blood pressure? Was a doctor able to check her? "

"Her blood pressure is normal, a doctor did check on her after being admitted, but not thoroughly. We had a code red from an inpatient room. Our emergency doctors here are split between inpatient and outpatient since our town is small."

"Can I get a Ct scan and x-ray done for her, I'll place it on my tab."

"I'll have it requested and I'll give you papers to fill out for your payment, but I'll need clearance from a doctor." Chloe nodded showing her phone's latest email and her identification, the old nurse's eyes widened in surprise. A few minutes later the curtains were ripped open by a harassed looking doctor.

"Who placed a request on my patient?"

"I did."

"Who are you?"

"I'm Chloe Beale." Showing him my identification card.

"I'm sorry, Ms. Beale. I didn't know we had a Beale in our hospital, but you don't have proper clearance to –"

"It was done a few hours ago," bringing out my phone with e-mail sent from the hospital's credential committee. "I have courtesy privileges. Once the patient is stable and if she is conscious to make her decision, I would like to give her the option to move to my hospital to be treated. The fax will arrive tomorrow with the officials stamp."

End notes: to vahuene, next chapter is inside beca's mind :D