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Rating: T

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*Beca's POV*

"Jesse, I know I have feelings for you, but I'm not ready to… to love again. It's just… the events came pretty big and fast; for both of us. We saw people getting injured, I saw my dorm mate being killed and I have to handle these things at first – it would be unfair to let someone in until I'm not fine at all."

Tears welled up in my eyes, I felt them burning because of my hopeless try to hold them back.

Jesse gently stroke my hair.

"You never told me about Kimmy." He just whispered.

"I'll never forgive myself for leaving her alone. It's my fault that she's dead now. I could've helped her!" My voice valued.

"No Bec, you could not have helped her. Besides, everybody would have reacted this way, believe me." His voice calmed me a little.

"But I'm not everybody – I'm me and this is my problem."

Time to set up your protective wall.

So, that's it, I'll let nobody in anymore.

"But blocking out everything will never solve your problems Beca!"

"And I'm not gonna do this, they will be solved! But not now! All I need to do now is getting ready for this physiotherapy!"

I was upset.

Of course he was right.

I turned my face away from him so he won't see my tears.

"Wait, I'll help you to get up."

"Jesse, you really don't need to do that", I replied sniffling, "the nice nurses will help me outta here."

He stood beside me.

"Okay, lay your arm around my neck."
I didn't move.

"Now."

With an annoyed sigh I obeyed.

Carefully he lifted me on my feet.

His wound is obviously healed so far that he's able to carry something heavier than a pillow.

"Can you stand on your own?"

"Yeah, sure." I was absent-mindedly because the shooting took place again in my head.

I didn't even realize that Jesse removed his arms from my body.

"Ouch fuck!" A sharp pain appeared in my hip.

*Jesse's POV*

"Ouch fuck!" Beca's voice was filled with pain.

I rushed over to her, early enough to catch her before she felt to the ground.

"Thank you, Jesse. I think the painkillers stopped working, it hurts like hell."

Lively, someone opened the door.

"Good morning, Miss Mitchell. I'm Dr. Bennett, your physical therapist. Would you mind laying down on the bed?"
Dumb ass, I just nearly hit the ground!

Jesse recognized that I was about to start walking as he stopped me:"Don't; I'll carry you."

He gently lifted me up and placed me on my bed which caused the doctor to raise his eyebrow.

"Thank you sir for helping the lady. Would you mind leaving us alone?"

"No problem. See ya Bec!"

So I'm all alone with this guy now.

"May I check the fracture?"

With cold fingers he checked my hip.

After a while, he gave me his diagnosis.

"You definitely need physiotherapy. A broken hip is a serious and extremely rare fracture. If something heals up wrong, you probably won't be able to move it again. I advise to start today with some easy movements – it will hurt at first, but it'll get easier, I promise."

I got that; No pain no gain Beca, if you wanna walk again, you must go through that. Maybe it isn't that painful…?

Oh I was so wrong.

Even sitting hurt, I realized that as the doc told me to sit up straight.

Each time he touched my hip a little too coarse, I cried out in pain.

His treatment continued for about 10 minutes, but it felt way longer.

As he left and my visitor, it was Chloe this time, entered the room, I still sat on the bed.

"Hey Beca." Her smile was as cute as always, but it faded as she saw that tears were running down my cheeks.

"Hi Chloe." My attempt to smile failed badly.

"Oh cutie, don't." She embraced me in a long hug and tried to comfort me, but after a while she decided that it was senseless to stop me from crying.

"What's wrong?" She wiped away some of my tears.

"It's umm… because of Kimmy."

I saw that she didn't understand.

"What's with her?"

"She… She's dead. Chloe, she's dead!"

*Chloe's POV*

What was she talking about? I knew that Kimmy-Jin was dead, but I didn't get why she was crying bitterly over her.

"If you calm down, I would understand you way better, shortie." I stroke her arm and waited until her sobbing was silenced.

"Chloe", the brunette still sniffled, „you know, Kimmy and I, we were in our dorm as we first heard the shooter. He was in our room and we hid in the bathroom. I told her to flee, but she didn't move. As I was outside on the hallway, I heard her last scream. This sound haunts me in my dreams every night. It's my fault she's dead! Because of me she won't be able to see her family and friends anymore!"

I felt deep compassion for the exhausted girl in front of my eyes.

"But that's not true, Beca. You know that. Listen, there's a little piece inside of you which knows that you're wrong."

My eyes watered.

"Just let it take over. I understand you", my voice wasn't more than a whisper, "it was so hard to see that you almost died. Amy saw you as a man carried you outside the house. I mean, I collapsed about 20 minutes before that, so I can't judge her description of your body."

Her eyes met mine, she was obviously interested in my words.

"You know, the other girls are in psychological treatment – even Aubrey. It was hard for everybody. Stacie said, I should greet you from her – the doctors decided to commit her in a mental hospital because of her awful nightmares and her claustrophobia."

We were silent for a long time. Both of us were in thoughts.

"Thanks, Chlo. Thank you for getting me back on the bottom of the facts.

I smiled. "You're welcome. Hopefully you get better soon shortie. I didn't like to hear you screaming."

My gaze wandered to her hip. It looks almost normal, but there was an edgy and sharp bulge which betrayed the fracture.

"Yeah, I'll work on that." She giggled a bit.

"Do you know when they let you outta here?"
"Nope, dunno. I hope I'll be out next week."

"Okay Becs, just lemme know and I'm gonna pick you up."

We hugged each other and I went back to Barden – after the shooting, it still was the place where I felt like… home.

I unlocked the door to my dorm and saw Aubrey sleeping peacefully.

She looks so cute.

Not trying to make too much noise, I entered our room.

Another person slept in her bed.

Donald.

He hugged the blonde tightly from behind.

As long as he protects her from nightmares, I'm alright with this.

Aubrey often has nightmares – she relived the shooting over and over again.

With a person by her side who makes her happy, I'm sure, it's easier.

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