A/N: Bit of a short filler chapter this time I'm afraid. I wanted to get something out but things in my real life were a bit crazy tonight so I could only manage something small.

In other news, chapter 21 makes this my longest fic yet! (Chapter wise, not word count I don't think). Plus I made a tumblr for this account, just search massivedrickhead to find me!

I do not own Pitch Perfect or any of its characters.

A few days after the funeral, Aubrey decided to go home and spend some time with her parents. Being in Barden was just too painful for her.

Meanwhile, Beca just seemed to get worse and worse. Chloe watched her fall apart in front of her and tried everything she could to keep her together.

For the first week or so, Beca didn't move from bed. Chloe took a long vacation from work so she could take care of her, but it didn't seem to be making a difference. She would lie and stare at the wall, tears creeping out of her eyes.

Eventually, Beca managed to move from the bed to the desk, where she would sit, huddled under a blanket, and mix music. She would sit there constantly, only moving to use the bathroom. Chloe brought her food which mostly went uneaten, and would half carry her to bed when she fell asleep at her laptop.

One afternoon she placed a sandwich beside the brunette who was facing her 27th hour in front of the computer without sleeping. Her hands shook slightly as she moved them across the keyboard and trackpad.

"Becs," Chloe said, touching her arm slightly. Beca jumped before removing the headphones away from one of her ears. "I'm going to physio, okay? I'll be back in a couple of hours. Please try and eat this."

"Do you need me to drive you?" Beca asked, tearing her eyes away from the screen. This was the most she'd spoken in days and her voice croaked slightly.

"No, it's okay, I've called a cab," she said, kissing the top of her head.

"Okay," Beca said, returning her eyes to the computer and replacing the headphones.

"Love you," Chloe said, a little sadly as she left.

"Love you too," Beca replied before the door closed.

"You've been putting yourself through too much strain," her physiotherapist said at the end of her session. Chloe was out of breath and red-faced at the effort of trying to walk without any support from her crutches. She had found the whole thing so much harder than she should have, and the doctor seemed to think it was from not resting enough at home. "I know your girlfriend is having a tough time but you need to think about your own health, not just her."

"The reason we can even have this conversation is because she put me before herself and risked her life to save me. Now she needs me," Chloe said.

"If you keep this up, you could very well end up back in surgery," he said plainly.

Chloe arrived back at the apartment to find Beca asleep at the computer. She smiled when she saw the sandwich had been eaten. She went to help her girlfriend to bed but remembered her doctor's words and stopped herself. She took Beca's headphones off and saved the mix she was working on before closing the laptop.

"Beca, sweetie, come to bed, okay?" Chloe said, brushing the hair from her face.

"In a minute," she mumbled, her head still resting on her folded arms. "I need to finish."

"You can finish it tomorrow," Chloe said.

"Needs to be done tonight..."

"I'm sure it can wait," she said. Beca didn't answer. "Please, Becs. My back is killing, I don't think I can carry you."

"Your back hurts?" Beca said, forcing her eyes open. Chloe nodded.

"At physio they told me I need to rest a bit more. Come and rest with me?" She said.

"Okay," Beca said standing from her chair for the first time in hours. Her legs shook as she stood. "I'm sorry I haven't really been here," she said as lay in bed beside her.

"Don't be silly," Chloe said, lying on her front as the ache from her back hadn't left yet. "You're grieving, Becs. It takes time."

"I just don't want to lose you," she said, running her hand up and down Chloe's back.

"Not going to happen," Chloe said. "Just remember that you can talk to me." Beca was silent for a while before she spoke again.

"Every day I think it's going to hurt less. I think I'm going to wake up feeling a little better, but I don't. It still feels like I'm being kicked in the stomach. I'm tired of feeling like this," she said.

"I know, Becs," Chloe said. "And I wish I could tell you when it will get better, but I can't. Just know that eventually it will. I mean, I think it will always hurt. But one day, it'll be bearable."

"And will the guilt be bearable?" She asked, her voice a touch quieter.

"You've nothing to feel guilty for," Chloe said. "What happened was in no way your fault. And if he could tell you, I know Jesse would say the same thing." Beca didn't speak but allowed the tears to fall rapidly. Chloe changed her position so she could wrap her arms around her. "It's okay," she said softly. "It's okay."

"I miss him so much," she said, clinging to Chloe.

"I know you do," Chloe said. "But you're going to get through this, I promise."

"It's too hard, Chlo'. It's just too hard."