A/N: We're back to Beca this one.
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Everything's going to be alright.
At least that's the first thing that Beca tells herself.
Why does everything have a way of being complicated?
Sometimes it's funny, how the world seems so small and you're all connected.
Sometimes it's just too much.
Sometimes it just tears you apart.
As if the things that have happened so far happened for the very purpose of what's going on in the present.
The moment at hand.
At least, that was what Beca was going to find out.
"You're altruism has no place here!" Alex bellowed. Her office door was closed but her voice still pretty much echoed through the doors. The medical staff on the floor was trying so hard to ignore the arguments.
Beca was about to knock, wondering what her sister wanted to do when she heard Adrianne answer through gritted teeth. "We both know I'm the logical choice."
And Beca froze.
She understood.
But she was confused as to why the two of them would be arguing about it.
"No you're not." Alex argued before taking a deep breath.
Which Beca took as her cue, "What on earth are you two arguing about? And can you two pipe it down, the whole world can hear you." she said, entering the room and closing the door shut behind her.
Adrianne took a deep breath as Alex acknowledge Beca's presence. They both looked a little pale, the gash on Adrianne's head making her look a little grimmer than Alex. The former stoic, the latter exasperated.
But neither yielding any answers.
"Anytime now." Beca said, her frustrations getting the best of her.
"I'm a match for Chloe. I'm Rh null." Adrianne then said. "I've been donating blood regularly because of the rarity of it, matter of fact, I just did, so I'm volunteering myself for direct donation, especially now that I know it's for Chloe."
Beca heard.
Of course she did.
But somehow the words registered at an incredibly slow pace.
She looked at Alex with a confused expression.
And Alex immediately answered her question with three words. "So am I."
"You're also…" Beca started to say.
"I have the same blood type as Chloe and Adrianne. Small world." Alex commented. "Which is why I'm stopping your sister from doing something idiotic…"
"But it isn't, now is it? It's the most logically advantageous decision." Adrianne then cut her off.
"You could die! You have an increased risk of bleeding in surgery, and you do understand that we have a limited supply of your blood type right?"
"I'm not stupid Alex, I know what I'm saying. I understand the risks."
"Yeah but you seem to not."
"You'll be facing the same risks." Adrianne argued.
"Yeah but…" Alex started to reply.
"Don't I get a say in this?" Beca cut in, her voice a little frazzled.
"No!" Alex and Adrianne chorused.
"No?" Beca echoed her thoughts. "My wife is dying…"
"Exactly. You're not in an emotionally stable state of mind to make the wisest decision. I'm your sister, and Alex was your former paramour. Alex is my best friend, despite not always being there for everything – shocking, I know, but she's one of my dearest friends so I guess it's clear now why I was so upset she kept you away then, but I digress. That and she's trying to save the wife of her former paramour. Her emotions are running high too."
"And you're my sister. Essentially Chloe's sister-in-law. There has to be …"
"Another way?" Adrianne finished for Beca, turning to look at her.
And Beca understood from the look in her eyes that there was no other way.
"Doesn't blood types…" Beca started to ask.
"Chloe's family members didn't match, I have the records. So hers probably resulted in a mutation from both sides, same as me. The Bellas didn't match either." Alex immediately replied, her voice somber.
"But it does run in mine." Adrianne replied with a sad smile. "My grandfather and my father."
"Both who are dead." Beca stated coldly. "The one time I need your dad to be alive… and actually be…"
"He can't donate anything even if he were alive." Alex replied.
"He tried donating for me." Adrianne finished.
"What?"
"The accident Beca, I apparently lost a lot of blood when I was hit by the car and my arm was crushed. My dad tried to donate but he was hemophilic. Extremely so that he ended up needing donation too. My grandfather couldn't either because of the same reasons. So Alex, being the teenage daughter of a family friend, saved my life."
"But that means Alex is right." Beca reasoned.
"Beca, I'm not hemophilic, they ran tests and what nots ages ago that proves I'm not."
"But the risks are great, Adrianne!" Alex argued.
"I know. Alex. I understand. But you and Beca need to see my point." Adrianne replied, and Beca had to say, she's never seen nor heard Adrianne make an argument so passionate as she was about to. "You face the same risks. You, who is a capable doctor, who is an extremely talented surgeon. Alex, you can save Chloe, you can save me – if worse comes to worse – and you can save a whole lot of the other people in this hospital dying right now because of that accident. If you become the donor, you would be indisposed. But if I am, then you can save more than just my life or Chloe's. You get the chance to save more. Do you see? It's the most advantageous solution for the whole situation. The risks are great either way, the chances are grim either way. But we have greater chances of riding the storm out if we play the parts we do best."
Alex groaned. "I hate you so much right now. And I hate that I know you'll do this even if it isn't Chloe."
"Adrianne…" Beca mumbled.
And Adrianne gave her a sad smile.
"You can't stop me Beca."
"I know." she grumbled. "I just wish it isn't tearing me up right now." Beca added as she sobbed. "I'm afraid I'll lose one of you."
Adrianne crossed the room, wrapping a hand around her sister. "I need to do this Beca, especially because she is Chloe. I care about her too. But more than that, saving Chloe means saving you. And you have to understand, I need to save my sister. Because I don't think I can face the thought of her dying again." she said breathlessly as the emotions finally overcame her.
And a solution was achieved.
Now time was their only enemy.
