Chapter Four
I spoil you guys c;
If you had told Chloe a year ago that Beca would leave, she probably would've laughed in your face and called you crazy. She thought everything was perfect between them, but apparently somewhere along the lines, something changed. No one knew.
Now, both women sat in the same room across from each other, each feeling things they couldn't describe. After a while, Chloe was the first to speak up.
"Why?" she questioned simply.
"Why what?" Beca asked, not catching on.
She took a deep breath, crossing her arms. "Why did you leave?" She asked softly, she probably wouldn't have been heard had it not been so quiet in the room.
Beca looked down, suddenly taking more interest in the blanket than her ex-wife.
"Beca." Chloe said, her voice wavering slightly. "Please. I need to know."
The brunette stayed silent. She didn't know how to tell the redhead why she left. Chloe waited, she wanted to see if the woman would say anything. She still didn't.
"Dammit, Beca. You are so damn stubborn sometimes. It almost feels like we're back in college." Chloe snapped. "You left me, remember? Not the other way around."
Chloe quickly wiped away an escaped tear. She didn't want Beca to see her hurting. She didn't deserve to anymore. She lost that right when she left.
Beca sighed softly, running a hand through her hair. She knew she was making a bad decision, and it just made it even more real looking down at the divorce papers in her hand as she sat on the edge of the bed. She had to do this though.
She set the envelope on the nightstand next to the bed and pulled out a bag to start putting her clothes in. What made everything worse is that Chloe would come home to an empty house. As she was putting her clothing in her bag, she glanced over at the picture of her and Chloe on their wedding day. It was the happiest day for both of them.
She smiled at the memory, but a tear escaped at the same time because she was doing the one thing she promised Chloe she never would. Leave. She couldn't help but feel guilty, even angry at herself.
After she was done packing all of her stuff up, she took the envelope and walked into the kitchen, grabbing a pad of paper and a pen. She played with her ring softly, trying to think of what to write. When she was done writing the note, she took off her ring, setting it down with the note.
Her bags were near the door, so she picked them up and went to her car. Leaving the place she called home possibly for good.
Chloe couldn't take it anymore. She couldn't stand the silence anymore, she didn't like silence. Especially between the one person she could talk about anything with. She got up.
"Call me when you decide to tell me, or don't it doesn't matter." She pulled her cardigan closer to her and made her way out of Beca's room-which wasn't in the I.C.U anymore.
Chloe walked through the emergency room, going to the doors when she noticed something. Someone was staggering towards the door. She looked around quickly, trying to find a doctor. When she didn't see one, she quickly sprang into action, grabbing a pair of gloves and quickly going outside to where the person ended up collapsing.
She immediately got to work. It was a young man. She felt for a pulse-which was slowly fading- then she looked for the source of the blood. She found several gunshot wounds. She looked around again, finally seeing a paramedic who was just about to put their gurney away.
"Hey!" she shouted, gaining the paramedics attention almost immediately.
The paramedic looked confused for a moment then immediately pulled the gurney back out and went over to the redhead.
"What happened?" The young male questioned.
"He was staggering to the door then collapsed. Several GSWs, two through and through. We need to get him in now." On three, the two lifted the victim up onto the gurney and rushed him inside.
Chloe told the receptionist to page whoever was working. She didn't bother putting on a gown, knowing that this man didn't have long. Fat Amy, a senior resident rushed in, along with Jessica Randall-a trauma attending.
They paused a moment when they noticed Chloe working on the male. "Help?" She asked, slightly annoyed that they were standing around.
"About five or six GSWs, two are through and throughs. Found him outside, we're going to lose him if we don't get him to surgery."
Fat Amy looked around, seeing something sticking out from his pocket, she picked it up. "His name's Thomas Jones, twenty five years old."
Chloe and Jessica nodded, getting ready to push the patient to the operating room. "I thought you weren't working today?" The blonde questioned.
"Well, I wasn't planning on it, but things change." She said, pushing the bed into the elevator.
"You can go, if you want. I can handle this."
Chloe shook her head, "I'm okay, I've already gotten this far. I'll just change into scrubs after since some of his blood got on mine."
Jessica looked at the redhead, but didn't say anything as she knew how she was.
After the surgery, Chloe pulled off her gown and gloves, discarding them and went to the prep room to wash her hands. When she was done, she walked to the attending's room to change into a pair of scrubs.
"You're working today?" Stacie questioned as she walked in.
"No, I had to help someone who collapsed outside of the hospital with several GSWs, and I never had a chance to change so." She shrugged softly, fixing her ponytail.
"Ahh," Stacie nodded softly. Stacie was a general surgeon. At first everyone questioned why she chose that specialty, but turns out she's really good at it and likes it a lot.
After Stacie left, Chloe sat for a few, thinking of the first time Beca asked her what she was doing for school.
So, what are you studying to become?" Beca asked as they sat at Chloe and Aubrey's apartment, eating Chinese.
"I'm going to become a doctor," Chloe smiled softly.
"Nice," Beca smiled softly as well, finishing up her dinner. "Can I ask what made you want to become a doctor?"
Chloe sighed softly. She knew Beca was going to ask this, but she wasn't sure she wanted her to. "My little brother. He's two years younger than me." She took a deep breath. "We were playing one day when we about ten years old, I think. Something happened-I don't remember what- but I remember he had to get rushed to the hospital and I felt helpless. I didn't like it."
Beca just stayed silent, not sure what to say. "I'm sorry…" The brunette said after a while.
Chloe shook her head, "It's okay.. When I was sixteen, I became a certified EMT, I've always loved helping people after that day. I wanted to do something more." She smiled.
"Wow, that's awesome Chlo." She smirked. Chloe loved when Beca used her nickname.
"Thank you, Becs." She smiled back at her friend.
A beeping noise brought Chloe out of her thoughts, and she looked around for the noise. It was her phone alerting her of a missed call and voicemail. She unlocked her cell phone and cliecked the voicemail.
'Chloe, it's me," A man's voice said, pausing a moment. "Listen, just… Call me back when you can okay? I'm sorry we haven't talked in a while. I'd like to make it up to you. I'm in town for the weekend, so just call and let me know if you're free.'
Chloe locked her phone when the voicemail was done, she really didn't want to talk to the man who left the voicemail yet. She got up, stretching her arms out and grabbed her things, ready to get home, but she had a high possibility it wouldn't happen just yet.
She internally cheered as she got to the doors of the hospital that led to the parking lot. It didn't last long though as Chief Hunt's voice caught her attention.
"Chloe," he called, walking up behind her.
She turned around, somewhat making a face. "Yes?"
"Are you busy?" He questioned.
"No, I was just leaving. I was here visiting…Someone earlier." She looked at him, "Then I helped a GSW victim and I was in my clothes so I changed into these. I need to get home though."
"Are you-" He started before he was cut off
"Look, I don't mean to be rude or anything, but I'm finally getting sleep after a year and a half of almost no sleep at all. I would like to finally get my life back to normal." She sighed, slightly irritated now.
Owen held his hands up, "Sorry. Will you come in tomorrow then?"
"Yeah, sure." She nodded before finally walking to her car and getting in.
The drive home seemed more lonely to Chloe than it has in a while. She was thinking more. She became numb. She was rarely happy anymore and she didn't like feeling things anymore. She was sick of crying all the time. All she wanted to know was, what happened to the Chloe Beale who was always happy and didn't let anything for the most part deter her happiness.
A/N: Short chapter I feel, but I wasn't sure what else to write. Hope you guys like it and REVIEW. Also, I still want to hear what you guys have to say about why Beca left. (You didn't think I was going to reveal it already, did you?)
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