Chloe stared into the hall nervously. "Stay with me Becs. I made a mistake," she whispered. "I'm sorry."

The three waited anxiously for any news. "Good morning, we were able to stabilize Beca, last night her liver started failing. We were able to get a transplant," Dr. Capshaw informed them. "We don't know when she'll wake up though. She is currently heavily sedated. We'll wake her in a couple of days. She has a concussion but her brain activity is healthy so you may visit tomorrow," Dr. Capshaw told them with a small smile.

"Hey Bec, can you hear me?" Chloe asked running her thumb over Beca's hand. Tears silently rolled down her face. "I teach now. I teach music. There's this little boy who is literally a younger you," She smiled to herself. "I know you hate me. You can't ever forgive me. I was wrong. I love you. Please try to love me back. You're the one person I want to go old with. You," Chloe sobbed.

Beca groggily opened her eyes. "Beca?" a voice asked. "What?" she mumbled. "Becs," A face appeared before her, with bright blue eyes. Ha. Great job brain. I must be dead. Or crazy. She thought to herself. "Becs. Can you hear me?" Chloe asked her. I really am hearing things. Beca thought. She could feel Chloe's thumb rubbing the back of her hand. I'm hallucinating. I need to get out of here. LET ME OUT!

Beca woke up in Chloe's room to Chloe softly rubbing her hand. "Morning," Chloe whispered. "Hey," Beca responded. The two cuddled for a while. "We should get up," Chloe said softly. They climbed out of bed as the door opened. A stunned Tom stood in the doorway. "What?" He asked. "Tom? How did you get in?" Chloe wondered. "Chloe. I guess we're not a thing anymore," Tom said. "We broke up on Thursday," Chloe replied, confused. "I thought you were kidding," He responded. "You and Beca Mitchell. I didn't realise you were bi," Beca just stood there. She wasn't ready to tell. What would her father say? "Don't tell anyone okay?" Chloe pleaded. "Sure." Tom promised. Beca still couldn't breathe. "Bec. You okay?" Chloe asked. "Breathe Becs. Breathe," Tom slowly exited the room. "Deep breaths." Beca slowed her breathing. "I'm fine," She told her after a moment. "Sure... Want to go downstairs?" Chloe suggested, still worried. "Sure,"

Nights later, they lay together. "I'm going to tell my dad," Beca broke the silence. "Come with me tomorrow?" She hoped. "Of course," Chloe reassured her.

"I'm scared," Beca confessed at her father's doorstep to Chloe. "I'm always here," Chloe reminded her, rubbing her hand with her thumb. "Always,"

"Dad. I'm dating Chloe," Beca told him. "I didn't raise you like this! You're straight Bec. You're confused," Dr. Mitchell tried. "No. I'm not confused. I love Chloe," Beca protested. "No you're not. Get out of my house," "Dad..." "GET OUT!"

Beca cried herself to sleep. She woke once again to Chloe rubbing her hand. It was reassuring. A Chloe thing. Everything will be fine. She convinced herself. I just need Chloe by my side.

"Becs? Can you hear me?" Chloe repeated for the third time. "Chloe?" Beca breathed. "Oh Beca," Chloe sighed. "I was starting to think you couldn't hear me." "Oh I heard you alright." Beca said, her voice raspy. She thought of the time at the airport. "Why are you even here?" Beca asked, turning bitter. "You leave me, won't answer texts or calls and then years later I'm in the hospital and you magically appear in L.A. at my bedside!" Beca exclaimed. "We're not in L.A. We're in Georgia." Chloe told her, confused. "I was at home. Then I stuffed some clothes in a bag, and then I walked out. And I ended up here." Beca says to herself. "You don't remember what happened?"