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The chemo was even more intense this time round, and Beca was basically living in the hospital. Her father gave up on giving her an education at this point and was just urging her to take good care of herself, which Beca wasn't going to argue with. Chloe was still cheerful, but lacked something. She knew there was a high possibility of Beca dying, but was it selfish of her to wish that it wasn't Beca dying, but someone else? Chloe continuously pushes the thought out of her mind, knowing that heartbreak is heartbreak, no matter who you are.
Beca knew she was going to die, deep down inside. But now that she kind of had a vague idea of when, she was scared. Beca Mitchell is scared. She spent hours on Chloe and her mixes, talked to Jesse and spent some time in the radio station, but didn't do much else. She ate some food, but it usually made a reappearance. She still participated in the Bellas, but she was too weak to do much other than a few bits of choreography and singing, but Aubrey felt too much pity for the young girl to kick her out.
Beca was slightly upset that she didn't even have time to grow her hair back out, but knew it was worthless trying to delay the inevitable.
"Daddy," Beca said, throwing yet another wig at her closet. "I hate these things. They're itchy and fake. When is my own hair coming back?" John sighed at his daughter's internal turmoil.
"In time, honey." He said, sitting on the bed and kissing the top of her head. "In time."
In some little, messed up part of her brain, Beca wished her Dad was here to comfort her, just like when she was little. Right after she thought that, she immediately jumped up and began working on her mixes again.
Chloe grins as she jumps on Beca. "Guess who?" She squeals as Beca sees a flourish of red hair. Grinning, Beca gasped.
"Who is it?" She pretended, not looking at Chloe. Chloe giggled, falling off onto the soft grass and pulling Beca down with her. They're quiet as they lie together, enjoying the afternoon.
"What would you do if I die?" Beca finally asks, after a long period of silence. Chloe doesn't reply.
"Don't think about it." She finally decides on.
"But what if I do?" Beca presses. "What would you do?"
"I don't know." Chloe says, the shade of her eyes matching the overly blue sky. "I don't want to know." Beca accepts that answer, kissing her girlfriend.
"Me too." She says, sighing as she falls back onto the grass, staring at the soft white clouds that float peacefully and freely across the sky.
Two months have passed. Two. Freaking. Months when the doctor tells Beca that it's inevitable. She's going to die. The chemo isn't working, and the cancer cells are multiplying and the white blood cells decreasing. It's only a matter of time.
Beca and Chloe lie in bed, side by side, hands intertwined. One more week before Beca is permanently relocated to the hospital for care. One more week to themselves. One more week...