A couple of days had passed and Chloe had heard nothing more about the accident. By the weekend she began to think that perhaps she would never know what happened to Beca, although the computer lab team was still hard at work to salvage anything they could find from the wrecked laptop.

It was Sunday morning and Chloe awoke to the sound of her phone ringing. She looked at the time and it was just after 10:00 am. She didn't recognize the number but answered it quickly.

"Hello?" the red-head answered with sleep still clinging to her voice.

"Um Hello..yes, is Ms. Chloe Beale?"

"Yes, I'm Chloe Beale" her voice perked up a bit as Chloe sat up in her bed.

"Chloe dear, My name is Grace Williams, I just wanted to call and thank you so very much for the care you provided my daughter…Beca Mitchell. I'm sorry it has taken so long to contact you, we have been waiting for Beca's condition to improve."

"Mrs. Williams, I am so glad to hear that Beca is improving, can I ask if she is awake?"

"She is, although she is down in the X-ray department at the moment when I told her about you she asked that I call you immediately. I know she would like to meet you, that is if you are up for it?"

"I would love to see Beca, thank you, Mrs. Williams. Just let me know which hospital and what time would be best."

"Chloe you are a darling, thank you, I know you will raise Beca's spirits. She is in St. Francis hospital on the 4th floor, room 4006. How about you come round at 1:00 p.m. She should be just finishing her lunch and should be alert enough for a visit."

"I'll be there, and thank you so much, Mrs. Williams, I can't tell you how much I have thought about Beca. I will be so happy to finally meet her properly."

Beca awoke from her deep sleep around 12:00 pm after a busy morning of meeting with her doctors, and multiple tests. Her injuries, although no longer critical, were extensive enough to keep her in the hospital a while longer, her broken ribs were uncomfortable, and she had a large laceration along her hairline, but nothing that would permanently change her appearance, luckily her hair would cover it nicely. Compared to her condition when she arrived, all bloodied from the impact of the airbag, you would hardly recognize the beautiful young brunette.

"Hi Beca, how are we feeling today?" Said Dr. Applebaum.

"We are feeling ready to go home Doc, how's about you spring me from this joint?" Beca said playfully with a sly smirk. Her throat was still slightly scratchy and rough from her recent surgery.

Dr. Applebaum just laughed at his most amusing and grumpy patient on the ward. Beca had certainly come a long way in the past 6 days. From critical condition to in her mind ready to run a marathon.

"Listen Beca, I can probably get you out of here by the middle of the week, but we need to discuss a few things."

"Yeah, what's that Doc?"

"Mrs. Williams would you mind giving Beca and I a moment to speak privately." The young doctor directed his attention to Beca's mother.

"But Dr. Applebaum." Mrs. Williams began her protest.

"Mom, I'm a big girl, go run and grab a cup of coffee, and let the Doc and I speak for a minute" Beca chimed in. "I'm sure he's just going to give me the birds and the bees talk for broken ribs patients," Beca smirked slyly, making her mother blush immediately.

"Rebecca Marie Mitchell!" Her mother scolded. Dr. Applebaum just laughed at the exchange.

"Fine, I'll be back in a few minutes Beca."

"Sounds great Mom, have fun and make good choices!"

Grace Williams smirked back at her daughter as she turned and went out the door. The doctor followed and closed the door behind her.

"So Doc, what can I do for you?" Beca looked back at the young man, who looked entirely too young to be her physician.

"It's about the accident, it was a pretty violent one. One that the police are frankly having difficulty explaining. The speed in which you were traveling to take that turn looks as if it was way beyond the limits to keep your car under control."

"What are you insinuating?" Beca asked defensively in a stern tone.

"Beca, look, you are a bright and beautiful girl." The Doctor began. "I do not believe that you were under the influence of anything pharmacological, and you did not have any alcohol in your system on the night of the accident" He continued. "So as far as I'm concerned this was an accident. I just want to feel sure that you are ok." He looked at Beca with gentle eyes and genuine concern, which dissipated the tension in the room.

"I am ok Dr. B.!" Beca explained.

"Dr. B, where'd you get that?"

"Dr. B Applebaum" Beca pointed at his name badge. "You really should consider shortening that name, it's a mouthful" she teased and continued speaking..."Look, I appreciate everything you've done for me, sneaking me extra pudding and everything. I promise you everything is good. If I seem down sometimes, it's just I've gone through some rough years. But I'm coming out of it now. That night on the road, I was honestly just not thinking, and I guess my speed was more than I could handle. I'll be ok, I promise. Just thank you for not bringing this up in front of my Mom, she already worries way too much for me."

The young doctor smiled at his patient, "All right Ms. Mitchell if you promise, I'll believe you. So the good news is we'll keep you here just one more night. I need to run a few final x-rays and blood tests in the morning to make sure all your bones are set properly, then in about a week, we'll have you return to get those stitches removed. Sound like a deal?"

"Deal!" Beca smiled giving her doctor the thumbs up. He quickly finished writing his notes in the chart and waved goodbye to his patient.

Beca looked out the window, wondering how different her life could have been this week if she could have just made that appointment that Luke set up for her. She could be recording her music in LA for all she knew by this point. It just proves her point…for Beca Mitchell. Life just had a way of always going wrong, nothing ever worked out. She's cursed, damned, whatever you want to call it. Life only works out for the truly charmed people, and she's not one of them.

As if on cue, a knock came at the door.