A/N: Whaddup awesome nerds! Thank you everyone who has so far followed/favourited/reviewed. It's been such an amazing response so far, considering I've only posted one chapter :)

Just a heads up, I know pretty much nothing about the American health care system, or about how paramedics work in the US. All I know is what I've picked up from watching Scrubs and UK medical dramas (Holby City, Casualty etc) so I don't know how accurate I'll be with medical procedure/terminology etc. Anyway, if we could all suspend our disbelief, we'll have a lot more fun :P

I do not own Pitch Perfect or any of its characters.

"Stop smiling, will you?" Jesse said as they drove to their next job. "It's unsettling."

"Did you get that blonde's number?" Beca asked, still grinning.

"Aubrey? Maybe," he said, grinning now. They pulled up outside a run down apartment building.

"So, what's the story here?" Beca asked, looking up.

"Kid couldn't wake his dad up, so called for an ambulance," Jesse said, shouldering his pack.

"What floor?" Beca asked, picking up her own and shutting the ambulance doors.

"Twelfth," he said with a sigh. "And no elevator."

"Shitting hell," Beca muttered. After a solid five minutes of climbing stairs, they arrived at the door. Pain was radiating through Beca's leg but she tried not to let it show. Jesse banged on the door.

"Ambulance," he said. A few seconds later and the door opened, revealing a small boy. His clothes were dirty and his eyes were wide and full of tears. He gestured for them to follow him through the apartment. The place was flithy, full of takeout boxes, empty bottles and garbage bags. They followed the little boy into the living room where a man was lying on the sofa, empty bottles surrounding him. "Is this your dad?" Jesse asked him. He nodded. "What's his name?"

"Jason," the little boy said, still tearful. "Is he dead?" No Beca thought, he's wasted.

"No," Beca said. "He'll be fine." She took his hand and lead him out of the living room and into what she assumed was his room. "What's your name, buddy?" She asked.

"Simon," he said. "Am I in trouble?"

"No," Beca replied. "Why would you be in trouble?"

"Daddy told me not to call 911 anymore. But he wasn't waking up and I got scared," Simon said, rubbing the tears from his eyes with his dirty hands.

"You did the right thing, Simon," Beca said. Beca heard grumbling and shouting coming from the living room. "Where's your mom?" Simon shrugged.

"I've not seen her for a long time," he said, sniffling.

"Ah," Beca said, gently pushing the hair back from his eyes.

"Daddy's gonna be so mad," Simon said, tugging the edge of his jumper nervously.

"I'm sure he won't," Beca said.

"Simon!" A voice came from the living room and Simon squeaked before running into the room. Beca followed him.

"Are you okay daddy?" Simon asked, standing close to Beca.

"I told you not to call for ambulances anymore," he said, exasperated.

"He was scared," Beca said. "Leave him alone."

"Listen, sweetheart," he said, getting unsteadily to his feet, "stay out of this, okay? This is between me and my son." Beca pushed Simon so he was standing behind her.

"I think you should sit back down, sir," Beca said, calmly.

"I think you should shut the fuck up," he said, before taking a drunken swing at her. He missed by a long shot and ended up falling over, a glass bottle smashing beneath him. Beca's expression hadn't changed but inside it felt like someone was squeezing her heart.

"Come on, man, we'll have to take you in to get stitches," Jesse said, with a sigh.

"I ain't got insurance," the man said, pulling the glass from his hand without even wincing. "Simon knows what to do, don't you?" Simon nodded eagerly and rushed off into the kitchen. Simon came back into the living room with a cloth. The man held his hand out and Simon wrapped the cloth around it and pulled it tight. "Good boy," he said, ruffling Simon's hair affectionately. "You two can fuck off now," he said.

"Come on, Beca," Jesse said, tugging at her arm. She didn't move. "Beca." Reluctantly, she followed him out of the apartment.

"I'm calling Child Protective Services when we get back," Beca said, angrily storming down the stairs. She threw her pack into the back of the ambulance before slamming the door.

"Beca," Jesse said as she threw a kick at a nearby can. "Is it such a good idea to get involved?" Beca shot him a look. "Never mind."

"No kid should have to live in those conditions," Beca said climbing back into the van.

"No," Jesse said. "But you can't save everyone, you know?"

"I'm well aware of that," Beca said, her teeth clenched. Jesse sighed.

"Sorry," he said. "I didn't mean-"

"It doesn't matter," she said, the pain in her chest was back and breathing was becoming frustrating. No matter how deep a breath she took, it felt like she wasn't getting nearly enough air. It was like someone was sitting on her chest. She hated it. It made her feel constantly nervous and anxious.

After a twelve-hour shift, Jesse dropped Beca off at the hospital so she could call CPS. She walked through the E.R. waiting room, in order to use the phone at reception.

"Beca?" A voice said. She spun around and saw Chloe and Aubrey sitting in the waiting room.

"Hey," Beca said, smiling and walking over to them. "Injured again? If you wanted to see me this bad, you should have just called." Chloe rolled her eyes.

"She threw up, so I dragged her here," Aubrey said. Beca's expression turned from amusement to concern.

"I'm fine," Chloe insisted. Beca chewed her bottom lip, thinking. She spotted her friend Stacie, making her way through to cubicles.

"Stace!" Beca called, waving her over.

"Try and be at least a little bit professional, Beca," Stacie said, rolling her eyes as she walked over to them.

"Sorry, Dr. Conrad," Beca said, smirking.

"That's better," Stacie said, smiling herself now. "I didn't know you were back at work today," the tall brunette said. "How's the leg?"

"Fine," Beca said. "Can you take a look at my friend here? I treated her for a head injury this morning but she thew up..." Beca looked to Aubrey to fill in the gap.

"Two hours ago," Aubrey said.

"I'm totally swamped Beca," Stacie said.

"Pleeeeeeeease?" Beca said, giving her best puppy dog eyes.

"Urgh, fine," Stacie said. "Come through here," she said to Chloe and Aubrey, leading them through to a cubicle. She stopped off at reception to get her chart.

"You're the best," Beca said, grinning. "Be back in a minute." She left to go and make the call to CPS. Once that was done she found the cubicle where the three girls were.

"So, back to work already, huh?" Stacie asked when Beca slipped through the curtain.

"Uh, yeah," Beca said, nervously rubbing the back of her neck.

"I thought they said five weeks?" She said, ignoring Beca's clear discomfort.

"They recommended five weeks. They said a minimum of three," Beca replied.

"And you're sure I can't take a look at your leg?"

"It's fine, Stacie," Beca said, gritting her teeth. She tried to avoid Chloe's electric blue eyes that were boring into her.

"Okay, okay," Stacie said, "don't bite my head off. Everything seems fine here," she added to Chloe. She turned to Aubrey. "Keep an eye on her for the next 24 hours. Bring her back in if anything changes."

"I'm right here," Chloe said, annoyed. "Looks like we'll have to postpone our drink," she said to Beca.

"That's okay," Beca said, smiling. "You just look after yourself." She left the cubicle, quickly followed by Stacie.

"I'm sorry, what was that?" Stacie asked her, a mischievous grin on her face. "You were going for a drink with her? Are you actually finally considering dating?"

"It isn't a date," Beca said, rolling her eyes. "I don't even know if she's into girls."

"Come on, I saw the way she looked at you," Stacie said. Beca grinned slightly. "You like her!"

"Jesus, keep it down, will you?" Beca said, glancing around her.

"Oh chill out," Stacie said, nudging her. "Now, seriously, how are you?"

"God, Stace, not here," Beca said, groaning.

"Where then?"

"How does the 49th of Maytember sound to you?" Beca said, sarcastically.

"Ha, ha," Stacie replied. "I'm just making sure you're okay."

"Of course I'm okay," Beca said. "I wish people would stop asking."

"We just care, Becs," Stacie said. "I gotta go. See you." Beca waved her off before heading home.

She stripped off her uniform and pulled on a baggy t-shirt as soon as she got into her bedroom. She crawled under the blankets, and was almost asleep in seconds. Her phone lit up beside her, blinding her in the darkness. She picked it up.

Chloe: Shame we had to cancel our drink tonight. I was really looking forward to it.

Beca: Likewise. We'll have to reschedule.

Chloe: How does now sound? ;)

Beca: You have a head injury so... not great :P

Chloe: We can have an alcohol free drink? At my apartment?

The tightness in Beca's chest was back, this time accompanied by a fluttering in her stomach.

Beca: You don't beat around the bush, do you? Maybe we should wait until you're a little less concussed.

Chloe: Spoil sport :P

The tightness eased slightly.

Chloe: Goodnight Beca x

Beca: Goodnight x