Tragedy always strikes when you at least expect it.
It was the night before the wedding. Chloe and the triplets stayed at Bree´s house. Beca stayed in her own house and was having a fun night with Stacie, Cynthia Rose and Fat Amy. They just played games and were drinking. Of course they didn't get drunk. Beca wanted to be sober on her wedding day. she wanted to be able to remember everything of her big day. Not to mention the fact that Bree probably would kill her if she showed up drunk or with a hangover.
They talked about the big day. What they expected it to be. And Beca wondered how Chloe would be looking in her wedding dress. She always found the redhead stunning. But the thought of her love in a wedding dress made her almost crazy. And she didn't know how the dress looked but she was sure Chloe would be stunning. She herself decided not to wear a dress. She didn't feel comfortable in dresses. She had picked out a suit. But instead of a tie or bow she would wear her Bella scarf. She wanted to honor all her sisters who were there for them. And to show them how much she cared about them and how grateful she was that they all were there to celebrate their big day with them.
"Shit!"she exclaimed loudly. "What's wrong Shawshank?" Cynthia Rose asked her. "My scarf." "What is wrong with your scarf?'Stacie asked her. "It's still in one of those boxes in the storage room."
"Well, let's get it" Fat Amy said. They walked to the storage room to get the scarf. Thanks to Aubrey's organizing skills they spotted the box they needed after a few moments of searching. "It's the box that's labeled Bella things", Beca said pointing to a box one on of the shelves. It was too high for her to reach it. But Stacie was tall enough to reach it. Before Stacie could grab it, Fat Amy pushed her to the side. "this is asking for Fat Amy force" the Australian said. She pulled the box and then shit happened. A box on top of the needed box fell down the shelf onto Beca, knocking her on the ground, leaving her unconscious. The box that had books in them, were scattered on the ground.
"Shortstack, are you okay?" Fat Amy asked.
"Shit, she is unconscious" Cynthia Rose said.
Stacie kneeled down next to Beca, but the tiny woman didn't respond to anything.
"Amy call an ambulance" the tall brunette said.
Stacie knew she needed to call Bree. The thought of it made her cringe in fear for her girlfriends reaction. But she knew, she needed to make the call.
"Babe, there's been a little accident with Beca" she immediately said when Bree answered her phone. "Can you meet us at the hospital? I'll explain later. I think you should take Chloe and the girls with you. I'll have to go, the ambulance is here. I'll see you soon. Love you".
Stacie got in the ambulance with Beca. Fat Amy and Cynthia Rose drove in Amy's car to the hospital.
"What happened. How is she?" Chloe and Bree asked as soon as they entered the hospital and found them.
"We don't know yet, the doctors are still working on her" Stacie said.
The Australian girl who looked extremely guilty explained what had happened. If looks could kill, she would be dead by now with the daggers Bree was shooting her way.
"Miss Conrad?"the doctor called. "I understand you was with miss Mitchell? Yes, how is she doing?"
The doctor noticed the rest of the women. "Are you all her for miss Mitchell?"
"Yes, I'm Chloe Beale, miss Mitchell's fiancée. And these are our daughters" she said pointing at the triplets. "How is Beca doing?"
"w e ran some tests on her. We did an MRI and a CT scan. The results shows us there is no internal damage. That box just knocked her out good. She probably has an concussion. But no serious injuries or damage. In fact I expect her to wake up soon."
"Thank god" they all sighed in relieve. "Can we see her?"
Shortly after they entered Beca's room, the tiny woman regained her consciousness back.
"Miss Mitchell, how are you feeling?" the doctor asked her. "My head hurts."
She looked around her. Her eyes had a blank expression. "Where am I, and who are all those people?"
They all looked shocked. The doctor sent them out of the room to do some test.
Minutes had passed before the doctor got out of the room to speak with them.
"I'm sorry to say miss Beale, but apparently the books had hit her so hard that she lost her memory."