"You have to eat something Chlo," Aubrey told her, placing a bowl of cereal in front of her. Chloe just blankly stared into space. "She wasn't worth your time," Aubrey said. "Come on Chlo, talk to me," She pleaded. "Go away," Chloe replied. Aubrey sighed. "I'll be back," She informed the redhead before walking out the door.

"Beca Mitchell? Like the Beca Mitchell?" A nurse asked, stunned. "Yes. Find her emergency contacts." The doctor directed. "But I thought she was found DOA." "They revived her. We're trying to keep the cap on it so the media doesn't come," The doctor explained. "Now, try to find her contacts."

Bzzt bzzt. Chloe's phone buzzed on the kitchen counter. "Hello?" Stacie asked into the phone. "Hello is this Chloe Beale?" The voice replied. "I'm Stacie Conrad, Chloe is unable to answer the phone. May I take a message?" Stacie wondered. "Just tell her to call back." The line went dead.

A mere two minutes later, Stacie's phone rang. "Stacie Conrad speaking." "Hello, I'm Jacqueline Goodman from Golden Oak Hospital in Atlanta regarding Miss Beca Mitchell." Stacie froze. "Aubrey! Bree!" She whisper-yelled. Aubrey strolled into the room. "Get in the car, I need to visit someone."

"Step on it Bree!" Stacie shouted as Aubrey, slow as a turtle, made her way through traffic. "Stay in your own lane!" Aubrey screamed at the driver beside her. The two weaved their way through traffic, despite the angry drivers.

They rushed into the lobby of the hospital, out of breath. Stacie stopped in front of the reception desk and just stood there. Everything felt surreal. "We're looking for Beca Mitchell." Aubrey told the nurse. "Room D232, upstairs four floors and ask again," the nurse instructed. The two waited for the elevator. Stacie's hands shook. "I don't even know why we're here. I hung up before the nurse told me." Stacie explained. "It'll be fine," Aubrey comforted her, taking her hand as they walked into the elevator.

"Bree?" Chloe whispered, getting up. "Anyone home?" she wondered. The redhead glanced at her phone, seeing that somebody had answered it while she slept. Chloe waddled to the kitchen wrapped in a blanket. She glances at the note on the counter.

Someone called. Call them back
-Stacie

Chloe grabbed her phone, dialing the number back. "Hello? How may I help you?" The voice asked. "Hi I'm Chloe Beale, you called earlier." "Ms. Beale... Oh! I called regarding Ms. Beca Mitchell. She is currently being cared for here. We would like to discuss about her care." "I'll be right over!" Chloe exclaimed, running out the door.

The two of them sat in the waiting area, hoping the brunette would pull through. "Come on Beca," Stacie mumbled into her hands. "Do it for Chloe. She still loves you."

A flustered redhead ran into the lobby. "Beca Mitchell!" she told the nurse. "I'm Chloe Beale." she explained through breaths. "Upstairs four floors, D232," the nurse said with a smile. "Thanks." Chloe ran up the stairwell, convinced the elevator would take too long. She slowed to a walk, out of respect. "I'm looking for a Beca Mitchell," she told the receptionist. "Miss Mitchell is still in the operating room, take a seat in the waiting room," the receptionist informed her. Chloe shuffled into room, sinking into an armchair, sobbing quietly. Two arms wrapped around her. Chloe retracted, surprised. "Aubrey?" she wondered. "Hey, it's okay, we sneaked out because you were sleeping," she explained. "So apparently Beca didn't actually die, she's still in surgery though," Aubrey stated. "I got that. Why did the media say she didn't make it?" Chloe asked. "They got their facts wrong," Aubrey squeezed Chloe closer. "She's going to pull through," Aubrey reassured her.

It must have been hours. Chloe had cried herself half back to sleep, Stacie was snoring, and Aubrey had started to doze off. "Ahem." The three shot awake. "Hi, I'm Doctor Capshaw, Beca's doctor," Dr. Capshaw rubbed her hand over her face. Nerves ran high. "Beca's in the ICU, the operation went fairly well, although Beca is still in critical condition." She paused, letting it sink in. "That's good, she's fighting. So..." Stacie said to herself. "So everything will be okay?" Chloe asked. "If Beca responds and adapts, then yes," Dr. Capshaw confirmed. "Can we visit?" Stacie wondered. "Family only for now," Dr. Capshaw explained. "Excuse me," she said, walking out.

Everything was going to be okay.

Chloe walked into Beca's old room in the Bellas house. "Hey Becs?" Beca turned at the sound of Chloe's voice. "Hiya Chlo, what's the matter?" she asked. "I just wanted to see you," she explained. "I was thinking, I'll go with you to L.A. I can find another job." Chloe told her and a grin spread over Beca's face. "I love you Becs, I just didn't realise I needed to always be near you. I had a horrible dream last night. You were in the hospital and you didn't know how I felt." Chloe blurted. Beca embraced her in a hug. "I love you, always," she whispered. Something squeezed her hand, and the screech of machines started, beeping like crazy.

Chloe jolted awake, Aubrey squeezing her hand and hospital machines bleeping. "Dr. Capshaw!" a nurse shouted outside. "Patient in ICU flat-lined!"