Chapter 35: Newlyweds

It had been a week since Beca was released from the hospital, and she was already stressed beyond belief. She had always been an independent person, so having to rely on Chloe for almost everything wasn't a transition that was easy for Beca, or one that she particularly liked. Needless to say, it was creating a lot of tension between Beca and Chloe, and Beca knew that Chloe was trying her hardest to help her, but she was still reluctant for the redhead's help. Chloe was helping Beca with getting ready for the day and driving her to work. She also was helping Beca shower and get ready for bed.

Chloe knew just how much Beca loved doing things by herself, and having to rely on Chloe so much made Beca a bit crabby and seemingly ungrateful. This caused them to get in numerous little arguments about little things that usually didn't matter. One day, Chloe was making Beca breakfast. Beca wheeled into the kitchen and was trying to get a glass from a cabinet but it was too high up for her to reach.

"Here, I'll get it." Chloe said, walking over to Beca and grabbing her a glass. "What do you want to drink?"

Beca sighed and sat back down in her wheelchair. "I'll have a glass of water. Thanks," she muttered under her breath. Beca turned her wheelchair around and wheeled over to the table in the dining room while Chloe got her drink. Chloe filled up the glass with water and walked it into the dining room, handing it to Beca.

"Here babe," Chloe said before turning around and walking back into the kitchen to put Beca's French Toast, eggs and bacon on a plate.

"Thank you," Beca mumbled, taking a sip out of the glass of water before she began to eat her breakfast. After finishing her French toast, Beca wheeled her chair back into the kitchen and attempted to open one of the cabinets so she could put more salt on her eggs. When she was unable to reach the handle, Beca grumbled to herself and wheeled back over to the table, a displeased look on her face.

"Are you okay? Did you need to get something?" Chloe asked taking a sip of her morning coffee. She knew Beca hated being so dependent on other people, so she didn't get irritated when Beca would give her a glare or a snarky response.

"I wanted to get the salt, but I don't need it anymore," Beca replied. She finished up her breakfast and wheeled her way over to the bathroom. "I'm going to try to shower on my own. I'm going to have to figure out how to do it eventually," the brunette told Chloe.

"Okay, just let me know if you need help with anything okay?" She asked getting up and grabbing the book she was currently reading. "If you have any trouble just call me and I'll come help."

Beca nodded, opening the door and wheeling her chair into the bathroom. She left it open just a little bit in case Chloe had to come in and help. Beca was able to reach into the shower and turn on the water, and once it was warm enough, she undressed herself and slowly stood up, grabbing onto the wall of the shower for support.

Beca carefully got into the shower, still relying heavily on the wall for support. Her legs trembled underneath her, but they stopped shaking after a few moments. Beca smiled, the first time she had really smiled ever since she had gotten her wheelchair. Her moment of pride suddenly ended when she felt her legs give out from under her, and she fell to the floor of the shower. "God fucking dammit!" She yelled. Chloe instantly heard Beca yell in pain and she looked up from reading her book. She climbed off their bed and headed into the bathroom.

"Babe, are you okay?" Chloe asked, getting into the shower and turning off the water. She helped Beca back up into her wheelchair.

"I'm fine," Beca replied, closing her eyes and sighing. Chloe wheeled her back into their bedroom, and Beca got dressed again before she laid down on the bed. "I feel so fucking useless because of this stupid wheelchair. I can't do anything without needing your help."

"Now that's not true, you're still able to do your job. I've watched in the studio and here on the bed. You're not useless, you can do anything you want, it's just going to take some time-" Chloe started.

"How much time? How much time is it going to take before I can start to be a normal, functioning human being again? Right now, it looks like it's going to be a hell of a long time before I can even start rehab. I might as well get used to being a burden for everyone, because that's probably how I'll spend the rest of my life," Beca replied.

"Beca, breathe." Chloe said taking Beca's hand. "You are in no way a burden to me, or anyone okay? I know that you hate not being able to do things yourself, but you have to believe that it's going to get better. I promise you it is going to get better." Chloe tucked some of Beca's hair out of her face.

"How do you know it's going to get better? You don't know what I'm going through here. Nobody knows what I'm going through, and that's the worst part. I can't talk to anyone, because nobody understands what I'm feeling!" Beca said, feeling tears well up in her eyes. Chloe felt helpless at this point, she hated seeing Beca like this. It was just as bad as seeing her in a coma, and the worst part of this whole deal is that Chloe felt like she was hindering Beca and making her feel useless, which made Chloe feel awful.

"Beca," Chloe said, trying to get Beca to look at her. Beca quickly turned her head away from Chloe, both to avoid eye contact with her and to make sure that the redhead didn't see the tears that had begun to fall down her face. "I'm just, I'm trying to understand the best I can to help with your needs. The night Dr. Steven's told me you were temporarily paralyzed, I instantly began doing research on how to help people who were handicapped. I'm doing everything I can to make sure that I can help you but still make you feel independent. Because I know how much you hate relying on people. I'm just trying to help. I know that I don't know what you're going through, I get that. I'm doing the best I can to help you recover as fast as you can healthily," Chloe said tearing up as well.

"I hate seeing you like this. It was so hard for me to tell you what injuries you had because I knew you'd hate not being able to rely on yourself." Chloe said, looking down. "Am I overbearing? Am I doing too much?"

"You're not doing too much, Chlo. I know that you're trying to help, and even though it might not always seem that way, I'm really grateful. It's just hard because I've always been an independent person and I feel like I'm the one that's being the burden, not you," Beca said with a sigh.

"So I'm the one who's usually the burden?" Chloe said a bit confused and hurt by Beca. "That's what you're saying? I'm a burden."

"No, no. That's not what I meant. I meant that I feel like I'm the burden, even though it seems you think that you're burdening me by trying to do too much to help," Beca quickly clarified.

"Okay, but I've told you nearly one hundred times that you're not a burden to me. You could never be a burden to me." Chloe said. "How many times do I have to tell you that for you to actually believe me?"

"I can't help feeling like I'm a burden. I know you've told me that I'm not, but when you're stuck in a wheelchair and can barely get out of bed without having someone help you, wouldn't you feel like a burden too?" Beca asked Chloe.

"I can see why you feel that way, I'd probably feel that way too. But I also know that you'd say I wasn't a burden to you if I was the one in the wheelchair. You're not a burden, Beca, in no way are you a burden to me." Chloe stated confidently. "You just need to understand that this situation that you're in, doesn't make me love you any less than before. And it doesn't make you a burden."

Beca closed her eyes. "Why did this happen to me?" She murmured in a quiet voice. "I mean, I've tried to be a good person. These things shouldn't happen to people who try to be good. I don't know what I've done to deserve this."

"Beca, you haven't done anything to deserve this. You saved me, and nearly died doing it. Bad things happen to good people for no reason at all. The day of the shooting, so many good people lost their loved ones for no reason other than a horrible man full of hate. My father and millions of innocent, kind people are suffering from cancer for no reason whatsoever. We just have to try to find the silver lining even if it is difficult. I promise you didn't do anything to deserve this."

Beca was silent for a moment. "Earlier you asked me when I would believe that I wasn't a burden. If you can tell me the silver lining of this, then I'll believe you," the brunette said, "If you can tell me what good can possibly come out of this, then I'll believe you."

"I don't have an answer that will convince you, I've tried every silver lining I can think of in the past four weeks." Chloe began to get a bit irritated. "At least you don't fucking have cancer that's terminal. At least you aren't permanently stuck in a wheelchair like so many other people. At least you aren't paralyzed from the neck down and can't even move your hands and fingers, and you're not refined to laying in bed for the rest of your life. At least you don't have ALS, or Parkinson's, or Alzheimer's. At least you're not starving and homeless. You are not a burden Beca, but you could take a look at the world realize that it's not against you. You could realize that you're not useless, and realize some people have it way worse than you." Chloe said before getting up from the bed, "I almost lost you. You almost died, I consider myself lucky that at least I didn't lose you. Open your eyes Beca, believe it or not there are a lot of people who would give anything to be as lucky as you. People who give anything to only be temporarily paralyzed like you." Chloe then walked over and opened the door to their balcony, sitting in a chair, putting her head in her hands.

Beca waited a few minutes before she got back in her wheelchair, wheeling herself over to the balcony door. She opened the door, holding onto the balcony railing and pulling herself onto it. "Look, Chlo. I know I'm lucky. I know that there are a lot of people who have it worse than I do. I just don't understand why I'm not allowed to feel sorry for myself. I should be allowed to have some pity for myself. I can't use my fucking legs, if you haven't realized that yet. You're not the one in the wheelchair; you don't have any right to be criticizing me."

"I get it okay? I know that I'm not in the one in the wheelchair, I know that I can't possibly understand what you're going through because I obviously wasn't the one who got slammed by a fucking car. And I understand why you feel the need to mourn the fact that you can't walk, it's just you don't get it. Place yourself in my shoes for a minute okay? Let's say I got hit by that car, and it nearly killed me. Do you know how traumatic that was for me? I watched you fly thirty feet in the air like a mangled ragdoll. Then you were in that coma, and I had no clue if you were ever going to wake up, I had no idea if you were going to live." Chloe said, looking at her hands. "Maybe the reason I just criticized you was because when they told me you were finally awake, when they told me you were going to live, I'd never felt more relieved." The redhead looked at her hands for a while longer, trying not to cry as she thought of the memory. "I'm not saying you shouldn't be allowed to feel sorry for yourself. I'm just saying that hearing you were only temporarily paralyzed, made me feel lucky. Because at least I hadn't lost you."

There was a long moment of silence between the two of them, occasionally Chloe sniffled as she tried to cover up her sobs and tears. "You know, I think I'm just going to spend the night on the couch. I just need some time to relax." She said before sniffling one more time. She got up and went inside, changing into some PJ's before grabbing her pillow and heading out of the bedroom, leaving Beca to be alone.

Beca sighed and headed inside as well, closing the door to the balcony behind her. She too changed into some pajamas before she slowly got out of her wheelchair, climbing under the covers of the bed. The brunette felt terrible at the moment. She knew Chloe was trying as hard as she could to help, but Beca felt hopeless and was starting to think that she may never walk again. Beca turned out the lamp on the bedside table, closing her eyes and trying to fall asleep.

The next morning Chloe got up early and made Beca some breakfast, setting it up on the table with a glass of orange juice already out with silverware and a napkin so Beca wouldn't have to get it herself. She then got dressed in the bedroom without waking Beca and left a note for Beca.

'I'm going for a run, I'll be back in an hour or so. Breakfast is on the table. Make sure to take your painkillers with your orange juice.

Love you,

Chloe.'

Chloe put in her earbuds and started playing her running playlist before heading out the door to go on her morning run.

Beca woke up a little while later, sitting up and leaning over when she saw the note on the nightstand. She read the note and smiled a little bit before she got into her wheelchair and went over to the table to eat the breakfast that Chloe had made for her. After breakfast, Beca took a bath with only a little difficulty getting in and out, which caused her to be in a relatively good mood that morning.

Chloe got back around 9:00 a.m. and walked into their apartment, sweaty and less stressed from the night before. However when she saw Beca wheeling around her stress level heightened again and she hung up her jacket before going into the kitchen to get a glass of water. After she gulped that down she made herself some chocolate milk.

"Thank you for the breakfast and the note," Beca said with a little smile. When Chloe didn't answer her, she frowned a little and repeated herself, raising her voice a little bit. "I said thank you for the breakfast and the note."

Chloe heard Beca say "thank you" and she took her earbuds out and said, "You're welcome." She said quickly before taking a sip of he chocolate milk. She felt bad about their argument the night before, so she said "you're welcome" without making eye contact with Beca. Chloe then popped some toast in the toaster and waited for it to pop up.

Beca sensed the tension between them, and knew that it was going to be another long day. "So, is there anything that you'd like to do today? I was thinking that we could watch a movie tonight if you wanted."

"But you don't like movies." Chloe said sitting down once she put peanut butter on her toast. "You say that they're predictable and that you can't ever finish them because you always fall asleep. How do I know that whatever movie I pick you're not going to fall asleep." She didn't mean for that to come out a bid rude, but it did anyways. She cringed when she turned away from Beca and went to sit down at the table.

Beca frowned again, this time at the tone of Chloe's voice. "That's never really mattered before. I don't understand why it would now. But if you don't want to watch a movie, then we won't watch a movie. I'll just work on some mixes instead," she replied.

"Alright then, I'll grade some papers." Chloe finished her toast and milk rather quickly and then got up to go take a shower. Beca sighed and wheeled her way back to their bedroom, grabbing her laptop before she climbed onto the bed. Beca grabbed her headphones and plugged them into her laptop before she started to work on a new mix to relieve her stress.

Around noon Chloe finished grading her papers and began writing thank you notes to their friends and guests for the wedding gifts. Chloe saw Beca roll in to get something to eat, but she was having trouble. Chloe sighed and got up, walking over to her. "What do you need?" She asked politely.

"I'm trying to get the fridge door open, but I think my wheelchair is getting in the way. Do you think you could open it for me?" Beca asked.

Chloe nodded. "Do you want me to make you something?" Chloe asked once the fridge door was successfully opened by a pull of her toned arm.

Beca nodded and wheeled out of the kitchen and towards the couch so she was out of Chloe's way. "I really appreciate it, Chlo. Thank you."

"You're welcome." Chloe said with a half smile before getting out some turkey, ham, cheese and other stuff to go on Beca's sandwich. She then made Beca's sandwich and cut up some strawberries to go with it and a small bag of Lay's potato chips. "Here Becs." She said smiling softly before putting Beca's lunch on Beca's tray and bringing out to her in the living room.

Before Chloe could turn away, Beca grabbed her hand. "Can you sit with me?" She asked. "I mean, it's okay if you have other stuff to do, but I'd like to hang out with you for a bit if that's alright with you," she said.

"Of course." Chloe said before sitting down on the couch beside Beca, waiting for the brunette to make conversation. Chloe looked at her hands, not sure what she should say because she didn't know if Beca was still upset or not from last night.

Beca could tell that Chloe was uneasy. "I know that we didn't have the most pleasant day yesterday, but I want you to know that I'm not mad at you and that I'm sorry if I was a bit insensitive yesterday," she said, breaking the silence between the two of them.

"I'm sorry too. I was being too selfish to realize that not being able walk does suck. I guess I was too blinded by the thought that I could've lost you that night that I didn't realize what you were going through." Chloe said awkwardly.

"On my part, I shouldn't have insisted that I be independent. I know that you feel like helping me may be hindering me, but it's not. I've realized that I am inevitably going to need your help, and I'm grateful that you're here to offer that help to me," Beca replied, reaching for Chloe's hand and intertwining their fingers. Chloe looked at their hands and smiled genuinely for the first time all day.

Tears then started to form in her eyes, "God, I'm so glad that I didn't lose you. I don't what I'd do if I did."

Beca leaned forward and used her thumb to wipe away a few tears that had fallen on Chloe's face. "I'm not going anywhere, love. I promise." Chloe continued to cry and lay her head on Beca's shoulder as she did so.

"Promise me that you're not going anywhere. Cross your heart." Chloe stated as she cried, dampening Beca's shirt.

"I promise you I'm never going anywhere. I'm always going to be right here with you, forever and always," Beca replied, kissing Chloe's cheek.

"Cross your heart?" Chloe said, looking at Beca, straight in the eyes.

"Cross my heart," Beca said, using her finger to make an X over her heart. Chloe smiled and nodded before letting Beca finished her lunch.

After lunch, Chloe helped Beca onto the couch and then Beca pulled Chloe on her lap to straddle her. "Hi there." Chloe said smiling.

"Hello to you too, beautiful," Beca said, smiling and leaning her forehead against Chloe's. Chloe blushed and then smiled gently.

"I really like it when your hands are on my hips. Or my bum, or really any other place." Chloe said smiling widely, kissing Beca's cheek.

Beca smiled, blushing a little when Chloe kissed her cheek. The brunette moved her hands to Chloe's hips and rested them there. "Why do you like it?"

"It makes me feel sexy, appreciated, and loved." Chloe said, smiling when Beca blushed. "Plus, you're really good with your hands and you always are so smooth and skilled." She whispered, just to make Beca blush a little more.

Beca blushed just like Chloe had expected, and she turned her head away when she felt her cheeks start to burn. "Thank you," she murmured, a smile growing on her face. Chloe turned Beca's face back towards her and leaned in to kiss her lips gently.

"You're perfect to me baby." She whispered, kissing Beca again.

"So are you," Beca replied, running her hands up and down Chloe's sides as she leaned into the kiss. Chloe lingered on Beca's lips for a moment, smiling into the kiss as Beca's hands glided smoothly along her skin under her shirt.

The kiss started to get heated, Beca moving her lips to Chloe's neck and trailing them up and down. "I can't go much further than this. Is that okay?" The brunette asked.

"Of course, why wouldn't it be? This is perfect." Chloe whispered, smiling as Beca's lips traveled up and down her neck. "Absolutely perfect." Chloe said.

Beca smiled, continuing to leave kisses on Chloe's neck. "You're so, so beautiful," she whispered, "I'm so lucky to call you mine."

"And I'm more than lucky to call you mine." Chloe said smiling and pulling back for a moment and looked into Beca's eyes. "And you're so stunning, at every moment of every day." She said before letting Beca continue with the neck kisses, which were Chloe's weakness.

Beca smiled at Chloe's words. "Thank you, baby. I love you so very much," she murmured back, pecking Chloe's lips. She pulled back and gazed into the redhead's eyes, smiling at her. Chloe looked lovingly into her wife's eyes, those midnight blue orbs always brought Chloe happiness and joy. The redhead tucked some of Beca's hair away and behind Beca's ear.

Chloe then leaned their foreheads together and closing her eyes for a moment. "You're going to walk again," she whispered softly, not opening her eyes, as some tears pushed their her eyelids. "I know you will."

Beca nodded. "I'm going to walk again. For me and for you," she replied, taking Chloe's hand in hers. "I'm going to walk again. You'll see."

"That's so sweet of you Beca, but I just you to walk for you, not me. You saved me, and it nearly cost you your life. You've already done your part for me. You don't have to do anything else for me, I want you to walk just for you. Because I know you can." She whispered smiling gently and kindly at her wife.

Beca squeezed Chloe's hand gently, tilting her chin up to look into her eyes. "I know that I've already made sacrifices for you, but I'm not going to stop now. You're my wife, and everything I do is for you. I'm going to walk again, and I know that I'll be able to do it with you by my side," she murmured. Chloe gazed into Beca's eyes, getting lost in them once again for the one millionth time.

"You're way with words, it's one of the reasons I'm so helplessly in love with you. You always know the right words to say." Chloe whispered, not leaving Beca's eyes as she said so.

"Oh, I highly doubt that. I usually don't even think before I say something. That's not a very good habit to have," the brunette replied with a chuckle.

"Are you kidding?" Chloe said laughing with Beca. "To me, you always know what to say, unless you try and make a bad joke." She said in a teasing manner.

Beca scoffed. "My jokes are pretty hilarious, thank you very much. I happen to think that I'm a very comedic person, as a matter of fact."

"Babe I'm teasing you. You don't know how many times I laughed at your jokes and insults towards Aubrey during the Bella's." Chloe said laughing at Beca.

"Those days were certainly the height of my creativity. I'm pretty sure that most of my happiness and joy came from pissing Aubrey off," Beca replied, smiling and shaking her head.

"Oh yes, those were the days. I live partly for loving you and yours and Aubrey's insult session." Chloe said smirking.

"Sometimes I think that Aubrey still holds a grudge for some of the things I said. I really wouldn't be surprised if she did, though," Beca said, smiling at the memories.

"She actually looks back at those moments and laugh when we talk about missing the Bella's. You're so called 'arguments' were one of the highlights about senior year for Aubrey." Chloe said smiling with Beca.

Beca raised her eyebrow playfully. "Huh. If I would've known Aubrey enjoys arguing with me so much, I'd try to get in an argument with her each time we see each other. It would be an absolute treat for me."

"I think it would be a delight to everyone." Chloe said chuckling.

Beca smiled then gently pushed Chloe off of her lap. "I'm going to go take a little nap. You can join me if you want," the brunette said, slowly getting into her wheelchair.

"I couldn't think of anything better," Chloe said smiling before following Beca to their room, climbing in bed with Beca and covering both of them in covers. Chloe wrapped her arms around Beca's waist, holding her close.

Beca turned herself over so she was facing Chloe. Beca smiled and moved closer, resting her head on Chloe's chest. "I love you," she murmured, followed by a yawn. Beca's yawn made Chloe yawn and the redhead closed her eyes.

"I love you too, baby." Chloe said smiling as she slowly drifted off to sleep. Beca fell asleep a few moments after Chloe, the brunette's arm around the redhead's waist.

In the early hours of the morning, Beca began to toss and turn in her sleep, although it wasn't enough to wake Chloe up. The brunette wasn't completely awake, but that changed when she rolled right off the bed, landing on the floor awkwardly. The thud that came from Beca hitting the floor made Chloe's eyes flutter open. She turned and saw Beca was not on her side of the bed.

"Babe?" She asked tiredly. She heard Beca groan in pain and she went to see Beca on the floor. "Oh my god!." She said getting up and helping Beca to sit up. "Are you okay?!"

"I'm fine," Beca muttered under her breath, reaching for Chloe's outstretched hand. Beca winced a little when Chloe pulled her back onto the bed. "That was a little painful."

"Where does it hurt babe?" Chloe asked making sure that Beca was sitting up against the headboard.

"My lower back," Beca said, wincing a little when she ran her fingers over the bruise that started to form on her skin.

"Let me take a look." Chloe said, lifting the back of Beca's shirt. She checked out the bruises. "Let me go get a bag of ice okay baby?" Chloe said before walking to their kitchen and gets an ice pack. She then brought it back for Beca and placed it on her lower back. "Here baby, let that sit there for a while, and it should be fine. I'll go make some tea."

"I don't need tea. Can you just cuddle with me?" Beca asked, pulling Chloe back towards the bed.

"Of course I can." Chloe said smiling, she wrapped her arms around Beca and held the brunette close to her chest. "I love holding and cuddling you."

"I like it when you hold and cuddle me. It makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside," Beca murmured, a small smile on her face. "I feel safe whenever you hold me. Everything that I'm worried about disappears whenever I'm with you," the brunette said, yawning.

"I feel the same way when you hold me baby," Chloe whispered. She kissed Beca's cheek and then said, "Get some more sleep baby, it's only 6 a.m."

"What time do I have to wake up? Is it okay if I sleep for the whole day?" Beca asked, feeling her eyelids become heavy as she started to drift off.

"Well, you have your first meeting today with the physical therapist so no." Chloe said chuckling. "But, on the bright side that's not until 3:00 in the afternoon so sleep in all you want baby. I'll stay with you." Chloe whispered, kissing Beca's cheek.

Beca groaned, putting her face in the pillow. "But I don't want to go to see the physical therapist today. I'm fine," she whined.

"I know you're fine baby, but the more you go to the physical therapist, the more likely it could be that you'll walk sooner than later." Chloe said taking the pillow off of Beca's face and giving her a kiss. "How about we sleep till 1:30? That should be nice shouldn't it?"

Beca hummed in agreement. "That sounds great," she murmured, a smile on her face when their lips parted. "Goodnight, or good morning I guess," she whispered before falling back asleep. Chloe leaned in and pecked Beca's cheek before falling asleep again in Beca's arms.

Around 1:00, Chloe got up and kissed Beca's cheek before going to shower. The sleeping brunette felt the weight in the bed shift, so she slowly sat up and rubbed her eyes before slowly moving into the wheelchair and making her way to the bathroom. Chloe sang softly in the shower, smiling when she heard Beca roll in.

"Hey baby," Chloe said smiling.

Beca mumbled something that sounded like "Good afternoon" and rolled over next to the shower. "Can I get in with you?" She asked with a tired voice. Chloe slid the door open and allowed Beca to come in.

"Be my sexy guest baby." Chloe said smiling widely at Beca.

Beca took off her pajamas then grabbed the armrests of her wheelchair and slowly stood up. She reached for Chloe's hand, relying on the redhead for support as she entered the shower. "Hey," Beca said with a smile.

"I have your shower chair, do you want to use that so it's not hard on your legs?" Chloe asked sweetly. She had no problems holding Beca, she just knew showering was a strenuous activity for Beca at the moment.

Beca shook her head. "If you don't mind it, I was going to try to stand this time. I can use the shower chair if you want me to, though."

"I just don't want you to hurt yourself. It's only been a month since the accident and you're just about to start therapy." Chloe said in a worried voice. "I just don't want to rush anything, I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry. I appreciate your concern, and I know that it might not be the best idea, but I want to try standing. If I feel like my legs can't take it, I'll let you know," Beca said, looking into Chloe's eyes. Chloe wearily nodded, her grip didn't let go of Beca though. She was too worried from what had happened a couple of days ago.

Chloe held onto Beca as the girl tried to stand. Beca put her hand on Chloe's shoulders, holding herself up. A small smile crossed the brunette's face. "My legs don't hurt when I stand."

The redhead smiled nervously and held on to Beca. "You're so strong." She said to cheer Beca on even though she was scared straight of Beca falling and hurting herself.

Beca looked up and saw that Chloe's smile seemed to be forced. "What's wrong?" The brunette asked with a concerned voice.

"I just-" Chloe started, trying to think of what to say without hurting Beca's feelings. "I'm just worried for you. That's all. I don't want you to get hurt."

"I'm not gonna get hurt, Chlo. I promise you. I was hurt once before, and I'm not gonna let that happen to me again. Please believe me when I promise you that I'll always be here for you," Beca said softly.

"I do believe you, but I'm just looking out for you so you don't fall." Chloe said softly.

"You don't have to worry about me, Chlo. I'm alright, aren't I?" Beca asked.

"Look Beca, I almost lost you. I have a right to worry about your well being okay? You're my wife, I'm just looking out for you." Chloe said firmly. She helped Beca shower and afterwards they headed to Beca's first physical therapy appointment.

Beca stayed silent while they headed over to the physical therapist, unsure of what she should say. "I'm a little nervous," she said, breaking the awkward silence.

"That's okay baby, don't worry, everything is going to be okay." Chloe said squeezing Beca's hand before parking the car and getting Beca's wheelchair out of the back before helping Beca into it. "Let's do this."

Beca smiled and sat down in her wheelchair. With Chloe pushing her wheelchair, they went inside the physical therapist's office and into the waiting room to wait for their appointment. They waited in the lobby for a little, then went inside a room with a man named Dr. Winters once Beca's name was called.

"Hello Beca." He said smiling.

Beca smiled back. "Hello, Dr. Winters," she said politely.

The doctor smiled back at the brunette. "How have you been feeling lately, Beca? I'm sure the transition to using a wheelchair must have been a bit hard on you."

Beca nodded. "It's been challenging, but I think I'm getting the hang of it," she replied.

"Well I looked at the test results back in Hawaii, and the good news is, you're spine is only temporarily compressed." Winters said, looking up from Beca's folder. "We should be able to start your actual physical therapy."

"Do you have any idea when she'll be able to walk again?" Chloe asked.

"Depends on the patient, each one is different depending on the severity of the patients injury. With Beca's results, anywhere from six months to a year and a half before she's able to walk on their own."

"Is there any way that we could possibly make the process go faster? I don't want to rush it, but I'd like to be walking as soon as possible," Beca said to Dr. Winters.

"Well, our current plan is to have you come in two or three times a week for an appointment. However, there is an alternative option, although it's very risky."

"What is that?" Chloe asked.

"Surgery on her spine, it could help the process go along a bit quicker. But it has a very small chance of working. And even if it does work, there could be a lot of complications and you could end up in a chair forever. And I know that's not what you want. So I would recommend coming to the physical therapy three times a week." Dr. Winters stated.

Chloe looked at Beca and then bit her lip. "I know it's probably not what you want to hear, but I'd rather you take it slow and be able to walk than get some surgery and risk the possibility of never walking again." She said.

Beca nodded and thought for a few moments. "I've already taken enough chances. I don't want to risk being stuck like this for the rest of my life, even if there's a possibility I could walk again sooner," the brunette said. Chloe smiled and breathed a sigh of relief when Beca said she would rather take the safer way.

"Alright, well I'll set you up with the best physical therapist we have and you'll start next Monday. Each session is an hour long." Said Dr. Winters.

"Thank you very much, Dr. Winters." Chloe said shaking his hand.

"It's my pleasure. I do anything and everything I can to help patients, and I'll do anything and everything I can to help your wife," the man replied with a kind smile.

Chloe rolled Beca back to their car, in hopes that Beca would recover as fast as she could. Beca closed her eyes and smiled to herself on the ride home. She knew that it was going to be tough, but she was a step closer to walking again, and she wasn't going to let anything stop her.

So Beca's in a wheelchair for a while, but hopefully she'll recover soon.

Until next time,

and Youngstoryteller.007