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Beca Mitchell was pacing. She was pacing back and forth in the hospital lobby and she was pretty sure she was well on her way to making a mote. The doctors wouldn't let her in. There were "too many people" in there already and she was about ready to kill someone. Though, she tried to keep herself calm. They were doing an examination and even though Beca hadn't gotten to see Chloe yet, she was okay. Beca tried to convince herself that that was enough. That Chloe being alright and awake was enough for her. She didn't need to see her in person. She didn't need to talk to her and see it with her own two eyes. She didn't need to know that -

"Beca?" Beca whipped her entire body around at Mrs. Beale's call. Mrs. Beale was standing with the rest of her family behind her and Beca couldn't help but wonder how long they had been standing there without her noticing.

"Hey, is she alright?" Beca couldn't help herself. She couldn't make small talk right now. She couldn't think clearly enough. She was freaking out. Her hands were shaking and she couldn't stand still. Her stomach was doing flips.

"Why don't you go see for yourself?" Mrs. Beale smile at her and Beca had to convince herself not to dash passed the whole family at the chance. Instead, she took a deep breath and nodded. Mrs. Beale approached her and took both of Beca's hands in her own, "We're going to grab Chloe some things from her apartment. I trust you can keep an eye on our girl?" Mrs. Beale was making direct eye contact with Beca, but Beca couldn't help but glance at Eric. Eric raised an eyebrow at her and Beca was more than confused. Was this Mrs. Beales way of saying she knew? Did Eric tell her Beca was in love with Chloe? Did he even need to?

Realizing that she was taking way too long to answer, she looked back at Mrs. Beale and nodded, "Of course," She surprised herself with how sure she sounded.

"Good girl," Mrs. Beale told her and the family all passed her to leave the hospital.

Beca was running through the maze that in twenty-four hours she had memorized before she could think twice about it. Right, left, right, up the elevator, and down another long hallway. She could feel how sore her body was as she did so, the lack of sleep hit her hard. But she kept running. Running so fast that by the time she made it to the hotel room, she couldn't stop. Her heels dug into the floor and she nearly ran into the door frame. Such a commotion caused Chloe Beale - a very awake Chloe Beale - to look up at the door. To look up at a very tired, very rushed, very out of breath Beca Mitchell. Beca was breathing so hard she could hardly assemble any kind of words to say. She didn't know what to say. Then she looked at Chloe.

Chloe Beale. Beautiful, amazing Chloe Beale. Fire red hair, big cereulean eyes Chloe Beale. If Beca's lungs hadn't already been at a loss for breath, the sight of Chloe Beale in front of her, staring at her, would've done it. The girl was drop-dead gorgeous to Beca. And flawless. Even in a hospital gown with bruises covering her body, Beca couldn't think of anyone more beautiful. And all of a sudden, Beca couldn't think. She couldn't think of anything to say. She couldn't think to move out of the doorway or to stop breathing so heavy. She was frozen in time and there was Chloe Beale, patiently waiting for her.

"Hi," It came out more breathy than Beca had intended. In all honesty, she wasn't sure what she was intending it to come out like. Maybe she thought it would come out more confident and beautiful like biker guys made it sound like in the movies. But it didn't. It was filled with air as she was in the midst of breathing out when she said it.

Chloe giggled and Beca couldn't help but think about how she'd never been happier to hear Chloe laughing at her, "Well, hi," Chloe's smile was bigger and more beautiful than anything she had ever seen in her life. A big white smiles and absolutely adorable dimples, "That was quite the entrance."

Beca realized at that moment that Chloe didn't know. She didn't know that Beca had spent the entire night in the hospital. That over twenty-four hours, Chloe had given her the scare of a life time. Chloe probably didn't even remember going to the hospital at all. This was probably the first time she was feeling what happened to her and the first time she knew that everyone was worried about her. She didn't know that Beca hadn't been able to breath in longer than a day. That she couldn't sleep, couldn't eat. She didn't know that Beca hadn't been to work since she got the emergency contact call. The last twenty-four hours to Chloe were non-existent.

"I, uh," Beca laughed and leaned against the doorframe, trying to play it cool, "Yeah." Their eyes met and they were quiet for the moment. Their eyes met and they were staring and it was like the entire world stopped. Just for a second. When Beca realized this, she cleared her throat, "How're you feeling?"

Chloe only smiled the way she always did when she was sick back in college and said the usual catchphrase, "I'm fine, Becs, really."

Beca only shook her head and walked into the room finally, closing the door behind her. She sat beside Chloe's bed and leaned against the bed, her eyes never leaving the ginger in front of her, "You don't have to lie to me." It was hardly above a whisper. Chloe watched her intently and Beca took this as a chance to continued, "You gave us quite the scare, Chlo. I'm so glad you're okay."

Internally, Beca was screaming. She didn't want to say what she was saying. She wanted to say more. Chloe, you scared me half to death. Chloe, I don't know what I would do without you. Chloe, why am I on your emergency contacts? Why chose me? Chloe, I'm so sorry I haven't seen you in weeks. Chloe, I've missed you so much. Chloe, I'm fucking in love with you. Don't ever scare me like that again.

"My parents told me you've been here all night." Beca felt a ping in her chest at Chloe's words.

Of course, I have, She thought, but only said, "I didn't want you to wake up alone." She said, her eyes never leaving Chloe's.

"You didn't have to do that, Becs. You should go home, get some rest. Eat something." Beca could really see the resemblance between Chloe and her mom.

Beca only chuckled, "Your mom and Eric made me go out to lunch with Eric. Besides, I want to stay with you." Beca put her hand over Chloe's, gently enough not hurt her. Beca looked back into Chloe's eyes and once again they were in a long silence just looking at each other, "Chlo…"

"Becs?"

Beca's throat's all of a sudden dry. She can't force anything out of it. Her words get caught in her throat with Chloe staring at her so intently. It's like she can't function when those eyes are staring at her. It's impossible. "I should give Aubrey a call." When she gets up she thinks she can feel Chloe's hand try to hold her in place, but it's so subtle that Beca can't tell for sure.

She pulls out her phone and heads for the door because she's already terrible enough at talking to people on the phone and more so, she needs an excuse to be able to breathe again. So she walks out and she can feel the pressure on her shoulders with every step she takes. With every step she takes, it builds and she knows it's because of the last twenty for hours. It's the way she dropped everything to run to Chloe's side. The way she was speeding from the recording studio to the hospital. The way she couldn't think or even hear the doctor talk to her. The way Aubrey and Stacie both agreed that she should be the one to see Chloe. The way Chloe's family looked at her like they knew everything and how everyone she knew wanted her to eat because everyone knew she hadn't. It's the way she ran to hospital from the diner and the way she paced in the lobby. It's the way Eric asked Are you ever going to tell her you're in love with her? If there was any time in the world, this was it.

She put her phone down then and slipped it into her pocket. There was a time that she thought this would pass. That she thought she could get over Chloe by going to every club in Los Angeles. When she thought she could get over Chloe by getting under a stranger. When she thought she could get over Chloe by indulging in her work and pushing Chloe away. When she thought that she wouldn't be so wrapped around Chloe's every beck and call. There was a time when she thought that eventually, they could just be best friends. And she hated herself for not being able to do that because the second she said the words, there was no going back. It would change their relationship forever and ever since Chloe had kissed Chicago, Beca would rather push her away than tell her the truth.

"Beca?" Beca looked down at her phone and realized that Aubrey was on the other end of it, calling her name. She hadn't even remembered trying to call her, but if she was being honest, the past twenty-four hours were a blur to her.

"Hey, Aubrey." She cleared her throat.

"Beca?" Aubrey had the all-knowing tone that reminded Beca of a mother's voice. Beca had resented her for it freshman year, but Aubrey had grown to know Beca's voice all too well, "What's wrong?"

Beca shook her head and brushed a piece of her hair behind her ear as she paced, "Uh, nothing. She's awake - actually." Beca's voice is monotone. She's happy. She's really fucking happy. But it's complicated.

"Beca, that's great to hear," Aubrey said as if she was trying to reassure Beca that this was great news, "What's wrong?"

Beca took long deep breaths in, "Is there ever going to be a time that I don't feel like this?" She asks it and she feels so stupid for asking, but she can't help it. Her chest physically hurts. It hurts.

The other end of the line is silent for a moment before it replies with everything Beca knows to be true, "You could tell her."

She hangs up the phone rather than thinking of a response. She nearly breaks down and hates how easily words like that could do her in. Her ears are ringing. Her chest is heavy. Her hand begins to shake and she can't do it anymore. She just can't. She tries to pull herself together as she wipes the tears from her eyes and takes one more deep breath. Her legs are carrying her back to the room and she just can't think anymore. It's all too much and it feels like nothing will ever fix it without ruining everything first. So she turns the corner to the room and Chloe looks up when she enters the room again and she doesn't know what she's saying before it's too late to take it back.

"I'm in love with you."


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