p data-p-id="676361a7b21ff1e7b1c8d77c43380f75""Beca!" Chloe fumbled for her phone, dialing 911. "What's your emergency?" The operator asked. "My girlfriend fell and there's a lot of blood," Chloe sobbed. "Is she breathing?" "Yes. We're at 2552 Declan Drive in apartment 16." "Okay, stay calm, emergency services are on their way." /p
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p data-p-id="d2cd2cae085bfaf3f5ff208ad6482b35"Chloe chased after the stretcher. "Sorry, I can't let you past this point," A nurse held her back. "Where are they taking her?" "They're going to get a CT scan. Why don't you take a seat?" The nurse gently nudged her into a chair. "She's going to be okay?" Chloe asked, voice shaky. "We'll see."/p
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p data-p-id="9a600c586197b027b57a4e9eeab3d9e4""Beca Mitchell?" Chloe sprung from her seat. "Yes?" "Hello I'm Dr. Jillian Hudson. Beca was actually really lucky you came when you did. The cut on her forehead was quite deep. We stitched her up and we just want to watch for any other complications, especially because she already has a concussion." Chloe released the breath she didn't know she was holding. "So she's okay?" "Barring any complications, yes, she's fine." /p
p data-p-id="4b29e9f921efd459aba504019eafadaa"Chloe followed Dr. Hudson into Beca's room, completely oblivious to the person watching, planning, hidden around the corner./p