A/N: Updating quicker than usual because I'm working 4-8 tonight (a pretty pointless four hour shift but oh well) so will probably be too tired to write it tonight.

Really glad you all seem to be enjoying this fic so far :)

I do not own Pitch Perfect or any of its characters

Jesse was sitting beside Beca's bed, still in his uniform. His back hurt and his legs were stiff but he didn't move.

"Thanks for the black eye, by the way," he said. "I hope you don't mind but I'm going to avoid telling people a tiny woman kicked me in the face. I'll come up with a better story." He paused, watching her, imagining her sarcastic response. But, of course, she didn't give one. "I always knew you'd do this," he said, rubbing his tired eyes. "I always knew you'd get seriously hurt being the hero. I mean, do you remember our first shift? You climbed onto that roof to talk down that girl who was threatening to jump, despite the fact it wasn't your job and you're shit scared of heights. I remember thinking, this kid is going to cause me trouble. Gail nearly fired you." He gave a small tired laugh. "Then there was the car that drove off the pier and you jumped in to help get their kid out. You nearly got pneumonia. And then Maisy..." He trailed off with a sigh. "You always want to save everyone. And I know I used to say that was a bad thing and it can make you reckless. But... But you're the kind of paramedic I always wanted to be." Tears were stinging his tired eyes. He felt someone clap a hand on his shoulder.

"How is she, son?" Dr. Mitchell asked.

"Just the same," he said. "I'm gonna go and get some air." He stood and her dad took his seat.

"Thank you for helping to get her out," he said as Jesse reached the door.

"I... It was Gail. I got Chloe out," he said, rubbing the back of his head.

"I saw what happened, Jesse," he said, his eyes still on Beca. "You ran up the ladder first. You went in to get her."

"Yeah," he said. "I did." Then he left.

"I heard some things about you, Beca," John Mitchell said, taking his daughter's hand. "I heard about what happened at the highway. About that kid you tried to save. And I heard you broke down about it. Dammit, Beca, I wish you'd talk to me about these things. I know stuff hasn't been great between us, but I've tried to make up for it. I know I lost it with you when you left med school, but I was wrong. I was so wrong, Beca. And I'm so proud of you."

When Chloe came round from her surgery, her first word was a mumbled something that Aubrey didn't quite catch.

"What did you say, Chlo'?" She asked, leaning closer to her friend, sweeping the hair from her face.

"Beca," she said again, opening her eyes and looking around her.

"She's... She hasn't woken up yet," Aubrey said, her voice catching in her throat. Chloe closed her eyes and brought her hands up to cover them before she started sobbing. "I'm so sorry Chloe."

"I want to see her," Chloe said, once she had finished crying.

"Chloe, you broke your back," Aubrey said, sadly.

"I fractured a bit of my spine," Chloe countered, rolling her eyes.

"Same difference," Aubrey said. "But for now you need rest." Chloe folded her arms huffily. "Don't pout, Chlo'."

"I just want to see her, 'Bree," Chloe said.

"I'll go see what I can do," Aubrey said, leaving the room in search of a doctor. She returned a few minutes later accompanied by Jesse and a doctor.

"I didn't thank you before Jesse," Chloe said, reaching out to take his hand.

"Just doing my job," he said, smiling a little embarrassed.

"Well, actually I think you did a fireman's job but that's beside the point," Chloe said, squeezing his hand. "Thank you."

"So, Miss Beale, what we're going to do is test the relfexes in your legs. As far as we can tell the surgery in repairing the damage done to your back was successful, but we won't know for sure until we test you," the doctor said.

"Okay," Chloe said, a little nervous.

Doctors spent the next hour testing Chloe's reflexes. Chloe was more than relieved when she found she could feel things in her legs.

"So what does this all mean?" Aubrey asked once they had finished their tests.

"It means that, with a lot of hard work and physiotherapy, Chloe should regain the full use of her legs," he said.

"So can I see Beca?" Chloe asked. The doctor let out a noise that was somewhere between a laugh and a sigh.

"Yes," he said. "I'll have a nurse get you a wheelchair and take you to her."

Soon, Chloe was being wheeled into Beca's room, Jesse and Aubrey waited outside. Dr. Mitchell was sitting beside his daughter's bed, holding her hand and brushing his thumb across her knuckles. He looked up when he heard Chloe enter.

"Glad to see you're okay," he said, giving her a tired smile.

"Thank you," she said.

"I'll leave you to it," he said standing and leaving the room. Chloe wheeled herself closer to Beca's bed and reached across to take her hand.

"Hi Beca," Chloe said, her voice catching in her throat. "I don't really know what so say. I want to yell at you for basically sacrificing yourself to save me. And I want to yell at you to wake up. Because the doctors say it's all on you now. They've done what they can so you just need to fight." Her hand gripped Beca's even tighter. "Beca I'm really fucking scared, okay? I'm scared you're just going to give up and you can't do that. I need you." Chloe's voice gave out as she started crying. "Just fucking wake up, Beca!" She shouted between sobs. Drawn by the noise, Jesse and Aubrey ran into the room.

"Oh, Chlo'," Aubrey said rushing over to the redhead. She wrapped her arms around her friend and Chloe burrowed herself into her, sobbing into her chest. Jesse stood at the end of Beca's bed, tears filling his eyes as she lay unmoving and unaware. Chloe wiped her eyes and took hold of Beca's hand again, her face determined now.

"Come on, Beca," she said. "Just squeeze my hand. That's all you have to do for now." They all waited, watching. Beca's hand remained still and limp. "Dammit, Beca. I fucking love you, can you just do something!"

"Chloe," Aubrey said, casting a worried look at Jesse.

"Do something!" She yelled, ignoring Aubrey. "You can't just give up! You can't leave me here alone." The steady beating of Beca's heart monitor increased.

"Chloe, calm down," Jesse said, worried she was causing Beca stress.

"No!" Chloe said. "She's not allowed to quit!"

"Chloe!" Jesse said, matching her volume. "This isn't helping, okay?"

"I just want her to hear me," Chloe said, dissolving into sobs again.

"I know," Jesse said, softening.

"Please Beca," her voice was quiet now. "Let me know you're still there."

Beca squeezed her hand.

"Oh my god," Chloe gasped. Beca's features furrowed slightly.

"Stop yelling at me," she mumbled. "Some of us are trying to sleep."