Good evening lovely people. So I feel as if I need to explain this real quick. If there is a lack of emotion being portrayed, than all shall be revealed in a later chapter. Everything that I'm writing is to serve the purpose of the main plotline.

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"Beca don't freak, I'm sorry-"Chloe started, panic laced in her voice. She couldn't believe what she was about to do. The redhead knew what she had with Beca was special, but she never thought they would go beyond platonic. And even if those feelings extended to anything more, it would be unlikely that Beca would reciprocate them.

Before Chloe could say anything more, Beca burst out laughing. The kind of laugh that leaves you with tears in your eyes and a warm feeling in your stomach. Chloe watched the brunette curiously, feeling the corners of her mouth turn up at her antics. It was unlike Beca to laugh so openly and whole-heartedly about something. It took a minute to compose herself, wiping the tears from her cheeks.

"God I haven't laughed like that for a long time." Beca whispered to herself. She glanced up to see staring at her curiously.

"What's so funny?" Chloe asked tentatively. She watched a smirk pull Beca's lips up as she shuffled closer. Chloe's breath hitched as the Brunette leaned close to whisper in her ear.

"Nothing… it's just something caught my attention…" Chloe shivered as Beca's breath ghosted over the shell of her ear. Get it together Beale.

"You've totally got a spider in your hair." It took a minute for the words to compute in Chloe's brain, but when it did her eyes widened. Squealing, she brought her hands to her hair, ruffling the ginger curls aimlessly. She had no idea whether it was gone, but it couldn't hurt to be thorough. After her little 'fiasco', Chloe turned to see Beca staring at her. The brunette had an odd expression that, for once, Chloe couldn't work out. It was a mixture of sadness – her eyebrows furrowed together – with something like… longing? The corner of the brunettes lips were tugged up, but the rest of her face radiated a something more sombre, as if she was trying to commit this scene to memory.

Chloe wasn't completely oblivious to Beca's behaviour. She knew something was wrong, but opening up for the freshman was hard. And pushing just ended up with her escaping behind her walls, so Chloe knew not to push. It was only a matter of time before the truth came to light, and Chloe knew that she would be there every step of the way.

"Come on," Beca spoke up, snapping Chloe out of her thoughts. "Let's go home."

It had been 8 days since the night with Chloe. Within that time, Beca had decided to return the missed calls from Dr. Carson. The doctor had confirmed it over the phone. Beca had Osteosarcoma in her right tibia. Stage 2, which meant that it had spread around the immediate area of her knee, hence the overall pain – the inability to pinpoint an exact location where the pain was at its worst. Dr. Carson had stated that the best course of action was to begin chemotherapy right away, to stop the progression of the tumours and decrease the possibility of surgery later on down the line.

That's why Beca found herself standing in front of the chemotherapy lounge, having already been briefed by Dr. Carson what to expect. The receptionist glanced up from her computer, seeing the nervous looking brunette staring into space.

"Can I help you miss?" the receptionist smiled lightly, already pulling up the patient list, assuming that the young girl was here to see a relative.

"Umm… yeah. I have an appointment?" she handed the paper over to the receptionist. Once her hands came back down, she started rubbing her fingers absentmindedly over the tattoo on her wrist.

The receptionist frowned slightly. The girl couldn't be older than twenty, and she was about to be pumped full of drugs that even the strongest couldn't handle. This girl was tiny.

"Is there anyone who can be with you? Family or friends?" the receptionist asked while logging her details into the system.

"no." Beca replied curtly, her voice tight. The receptionist looked up, a look of pity in her eyes. No one should have to go through this alone.

"Okay the nurse will call you through shortly. Please take a seat in the waiting area." The receptionist watched the girl limp over to the chairs. It was a heart-breaking sight, but it was none of her business to pry.

"Hi Beca, my name is Kelsey and I'll be doing the chemotherapy administrations for you today." The young nurse said as she led Beca to the chemotherapy lounge where 3 other patients were sat. Beca couldn't help but notice how sick they all looked – all gaunt faces and sallow skin. They all seemed a lot older than her too, and surrounded by family and friends of all ages. The brunette took a seat in one of the empty chairs, feeling more alone than ever before. She was glad she'd remembered her headphones and notebook.

"This will take up to 2 hours to fully go through," Kelsey gestured to the IV line that was being inserted into Beca's hand. "But once it does, you will be feeling the side effects. Nausea, headaches and weakness are very common. It is advised that after this you go straight home and rest. Will anybody be taking you home today Beca?" the nurse looked at her expectantly.

"No, I'll probably get a taxi." Beca lied. She had every intent on going to the radio station after this. Nobody could know, and she figured the best way to pretend you didn't have a life threatening illness was to go about life as usual. Beca smirked inwardly at the irony.

Kelsey looked at her sceptically before nodding slowly.

"Okay this is going to pinch a little." She said, before inserting the needle into Beca's arm. The brunette didn't even feel it go in. it was as if she was in a trance.

"I'll be back to check on you in about 15 minutes. Are you okay?" Beca just nodded and watched the nurse do her rounds. The only thing she could do now was wait. Sighing, she pulled out her headphones, put her phone on shuffle and proceeded to write in her notebook.

The room was spinning. There was no other way to describe it. The radio station's CD room where Beca was now working was tilting and spinning before her very eyes. She felt drunk as she pushed CD after CD onto their respective shelves, hands shaking as she went. A deep ache had formed in her knee and hip, and it was becoming increasingly difficult to ignore it. She didn't even acknowledge Luke, the station manager, behind her.

"Becky, are you okay? You look a bit… peaky." His soft English accent carried over to Beca, but she couldn't open her mouth.

Luke could definitely see she was not okay. Her face was ghostly pale, and she was limping and hissing in pain with every step she took.

Beca was just about to reply when a wave of nausea hit her like a ton of bricks. She slapped a hand over her mouth and ran as fast as she could to the nearest trashcan, which was located under the "No-sex" desk. The brunette collapsed to her knees – despite the pain radiating from her knee on impact – and threw up the hospital food that she had had earlier. It wasn't much, but it burned as she heaved every last ounce out. She could feel her hair being pulled away from her face and neck as soft, small circles were rubbed on her back.

"Damn Becky, rough night?" Luke tried to joke, but it was all too much for Beca. When she looked back up to him, his smile dropped. An involuntary sob broke free of Beca's throat and that was all it took for Luke to wrap the tiny DJ into his arms and hold her as she cried. Her hands were clutching the back of his shirt as he ran a hand through her hair.

"Becky talk to me… what's going on?" Luke pulled back slightly to look at the younger girls face. The look of sincerity in his eyes made Beca lose it again. He heard her say something unintelligible into his shoulder.

"I can't hear you… say it again." Beca sniffed before speaking again, and this time Luke heard it. His heart plummeted at the words.

"I've got cancer Luke." More sobs racked her body as the blonde boy held her impossibly tighter. "I've got fucking cancer and I'm going to die."

They sat there huddled on the floor until the brunettes breaths evened out. Luke glanced down to see that Beca had fallen asleep against him. He knew it was against protocol but this was different, and Beca was clearly in need of some sleep.

Carefully, he wrapped his arms around the younger girl, and lifted her effortlessly. Careful to avoid the doorframe, Luke brought her into the booth and laid her down on the couch in the corner. He carefully wrapped the throw blanket around her, adjusting the pillows to make sure she was comfortable. The blonde then sat in the desk chair rubbing his face lightly.

"What are we going to do with you Becky?" he questioned softly to the space around him, not expecting a reply.

"Is it true?"

A/N – who could it be?! :O I love you awesome nerds!