Beca knew everything was going too great to last. They've stayed at the beach house for a week, and everything was wonderful. Chloe was as sweet as ever, and everything was just perfect. Too perfect.
Beca knew she was right when she woke up with a fever. Of course, it was normal to have a fever, but Beca didn't want to take any chances. She was getting too sick too often, and she was worried.
"Chloe..." She said, shaking Chloe softly.
"Hm?" Chloe said, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.
"I'm not feeling good." She mumbled. Chloe sat up, putting a hand on Beca's forehead.
"I'm taking you to the doctor." Chloe muttered, grabbing their jackets and heading to the car.
The car ride was quiet, because Beca was feeling sick and Chloe was feeling worried for Beca. What if Beca had another relapse? She knew that it was incredibly hard (if not impossible) to recover from your second relapse. She bit her lip hard as she navigated through the empty streets, worried she'd burst into tears. She didn't want to lose Beca, but what if she had no choice?
Beca bit her lip to keep the stinging tears from falling out of her eyes. They were doing the blood tests, and though the doctor said it was highly unlikely she'd had a relapse in such a short time, there was still a chance they had tested wrong previously. Of course there was that little smidgen of a possibility.
"So?" Chloe asked, leaning forward in her seat as the doctor came in. The doctor sighed, shaking his head.
"I'm sorry, Ms. Mitchell." He said, sighing. "Either your cancer bounces back really quick, or they checked wrong. Either way, you're back in relapse, and the cancer is doubly as strong. My guess is they checked wrong, because the cancer cells are multiplying too quickly." Beca felt tears gather in her eyes, and she closed them, silently chastising herself for crying.
"So will she be okay?" Chloe asked, wringing her hands.
"Dr. Beale." The doctor replied. "We can never be certain about anything." He said. "So. Ms. Mitchell. Would you like to stay at the hospital for immediate attention or go home?" He asked. His tone was clear, to Chloe, at least. She's going to die. She might as well enjoy what's left.
"I'd like to go home." Beca said in a soft voice.
"But what about her fever?" Chloe asked, worried.
"We could give her some medicine for it." The doctor said. "Ms. Mitchell, you have to come back tomorrow afternoon for another checkup and diagnosis, so we can be more clear on your current cancer stage. You might as well have some rest before we resume chemo or decide on something else. Have a good night."
The doctor's words were ironic, as the night was anything but great, and the doctor knew it. What was so great about being told you're in the process of another relapse, or that the cancer never actually left her body? Beca sighed, burying her head in her hands as Chloe hugged her.
"I'm going to die, aren't I?" Beca said, shaking with emotion. Chloe bit her lip, tears flooding her light blue eyes.
"Never say that." She whispered, more for herself than for Beca. "You'll be fine."