Beca's POV
When I opened my eyes, the first thing that I saw was Jesse's face. I started to cry, I was just so happy to be able to see and move and feel and just everything. I couldn't keep it in, I just sobbed for like 10 minutes. Jesse told Dr. Williams to leave, and that he would call him back when I calmed down. I was taken aback when I saw Dr. Williams the first time, he was tall, had short, messy, auburn hair, and looked to be 23 or so. I expected him to be in his late 30s or early 40s. I guess just hearing a voice without seeing the person leaves your mind to wonder.
"How are you? Why are you crying? Do you hurt anywhere? Are you alright? What could you sense in your coma? I'm so sorry for doing this to you." He rambled, wiping the tears off my face. I couldn't do anything but cry, I tried to say something to reassure him, but until I stopped crying, I just sat there like a useless, blubbering baby. It took me a while, but I finally controlled myself.
"I'm ok. Just happy to see you and… everything again." I croaked, surprised at how creaky my voice was.
"Well, I'm happy to see you awake again. Do you feel ok, does anything hurt?" He replied, looking up and down.
"Yes, I feel fine, just a little groggy and out of it, that's all. Ow! It's my arm. It's starting to really hurt. Did Dr. Stanton, or Dr. William say if I broke anything?" I said, rubbing my arm. I couldn't feel anything in my coma, and I guess I didn't realize that I should have broken at least something, I was in a car crash after all.
"Uh, no. Neither of them said anything about that. But they didn't say anything to contradict that either. I'll ask when Dr. Williams comes back, are you ready for him to come back?" He explained, grabbing the button beside my bed.
"Yeah, he can come back. But go get him, don't press the button. I don't want to worry him." I told him, trying to sit up, but failing and in pain. I didn't realize how much pain I was actually in. My arm hurt, both of my legs were stiff, and my stomach was cramped. My face must have twisted from the pain because Jesse bolted back to my side.
"Are you ok? What happened?" He breathed, his voice full of worry.
"My legs hurt too and my stomach is really cramped. It's not much to worry about, I just didn't realize how bad it hurt. Just, go get Dr. Williams." I replied, putting my hand over my stomach. I hadn't gotten cramps like this since high school. It was awful.
"Ok, I'll be right back. I swear." He said, rushing out the door. It wasn't even three minutes before he returned with a worried looking Dr. Williams behind him.
"So, what's happening Miss Beca?" He says, looking at the clipboard he had picked up off my bed.
"Well, I woke up. As you can see, and I was talking to Jesse when I realized my arm hurt really bad. I dismissed it because something was bound to hurt, I was in a car crash. But then, after a little while, I tried to sit up. When I did that, I realized my legs were really stiff and my stomach was cramping. My legs are probably just stiff from me laying here for a while, but my stomach hurts really, really bad." I replied, wincing as I tried to sit up again.
"I wouldn't sit up If it hurts that bad, and as for the stomach cramps, it could be hunger. You haven't eaten in two and a half weeks. We can do a few tests to see if it's anything else if you want." He told us, finally setting down the clipboard.
"Well, how about before we try any tests, we get her something to eat and see if that helps," Jesse suggested, I nodded.
"Okie dokie, I'll go grab something from the cafeteria for her, and we'll see." He responds, walking out. When he left, Jesse and I stayed silent. It was a comfortable silence though. After a few minutes, Jesse moved his hand over to my stomach and then moved my hand away.
"Is this where it hurts?" He asked, I nodded, a bit curious as to why he was asking. "It's a fact that when someone rubs your stomach, it helps the pain." He explained as he started to rub my stomach. It was a bit weird, but I didn't say anything because it felt really good. Just his touch felt really good, I missed him so much.
"You really scared us all, I don't know what I would've done if you had… you know. Chloe almost killed me when she heard. I don't blame her though, if someone called me and said you guys had been in a car crash and you were in a coma, I would've killed them." He said, still rubbing circles on my stomach. The pain had gone down a little, but not that much.
"Ha. Um… weird question, but who is Chloe?" I asked. It seemed weird for him mention some girl that I didn't know.
"Haha. Who's Chloe? Ha, like you don't know. You almost got me there Bec." He replied, laughing at me like I was joking.
"I don't. Who's Chloe?" I told him. Why was he doing this?
"Chloe. Your best friend. Fellow Bella. You know, Chloe." He said, sitting up, removing his hand, and looking at me weird. I whined a little because I didn't want him to stop.
"Best friend? I'm sorry but I have no idea what you're talking about." I responded, getting worried. If this Chloe was my best friend, why couldn't I remember her? And what the hell is a Bella?