Chapter 2
Breathing heavily as she dropped to her knees next to her wife Chloe couldn't help but whimper softly as she took in her condition.
Still dressed in her work uniform of black cargo pants, utility belt, a rumpled shirt, she looked exhausted.
Her face was pale and pained, even in unconsciousness. She had a light sheen of sweat covering her face as well as a large gash on her forehead held together with butterfly stitches. The paleness of her face brought attention to the darkening bruises that littered her face.
Heart in her throat Chloe brought her shaking hand to her wife's shoulders. With a gentle shake, she tried to bring her to consciousness.
"Beca? Honey wake up...please." She choked out desperately. Laying her head on her Beca's chest for a moment she listened to the rattling breaths as tears started to leak from her eyes.
"Urgh"
Chloe's head snapped up as she hears the pained groan. Watching with trepidation as Beca's eyes fluttered rapidly as she struggled to get her bearings.
"Becs wake up, hon. Come on that's it." Chloe coached.
"Whaa...Chlo? Wha-what happened?" Beca slurred as she opened her glazed navy eyes.
Starting to panic, she struggled to get to her feet as her eyes started darting around the bright living room.
"Easy Beca. You're home and you're safe. No one is going to hurt you here, but yourself if you keep moving so fast. You need to relax." Chloe admonished as she smoothed her hand over the brunette hair beneath her. Frowning when her hand made contact with something wet, she looked closer at her hand and gasped as it came away covered in blood. Frantic now she ran both hands over Beca's scalp, paling when she was met with more blood.
"Oh...oh my god! Beca come on. Can you stand? We have to get you to the hospital!" She exclaimed.
Those words seemed to send a jolt through Beca as she snapped her hand out.
Grabbing Chloe's wrist desperately Beca struggled for a moment before saying, "No..no Chloe... I'm fine. Head wounds bleed a lot is all. We-we have gauze and stuff in the medicine cabinet. I just need to patch up and rest is all babe." Beca stuttered out before the energy seemed to sap from her and her grip slackened.
Chloe sat back on her haunches, chewing her lip nervously, clearly torn. Navy eyes caught hers and stared intently before pale pink lips opened, "Please," was this whispered utterance that broke Chloe's resolve.
"Okay...okay fine. We'll do this but so help me god Beca you are going to tell me what happened and no bullshit excuses of 'classified' shit." Chloe said firmly, taking care to catch her wife's eyes as she brokered her deal.
With a weary nod and weak smirk, Beca agreed to the comprise with her usual snark making a soft reappearance, "Yes dear." She mocked.
"That's Commander dear to you, Mitchell," Chloe says with a soft laugh and tears in her eyes.
Looking adoringly at her wife Beca smirks and agrees breathlessly, as she struggles to regulate her breathing,
"Of course, Commander dear...permission to move this to the bedroom now Commander?"
With a determined huff, Chloe gently grabs her wife's arm and starts to put it over her own shoulder replying as she does,
"Permission granted."
"Ow..mother-fu-"
"Shhh!"
"Don't shhh me woman! I'm in pain dammit!"
"I'll shush you all I want! You're being too loud. What if one of the kids sees you like this!"
"Then they'll know their mama is a certified badass! OW! Watch the elbows!"
"So help me god Rebecca Ann Mitchell!"
"..."
Huffing with exertion Chloe finally managed to open the bedroom door and guide Beca in, gently shutting the door behind her with a soft maneuvering over to the bed, she softly sat her wife down.
"Ugh, thank you Chlo," Beca softly says, grabbing her hand and making sure she could see the sincerity in her gaze.
"I love you so much, Becs...even when you scare the absolute shit out of me," Chloe replied smiling tremulously while taking in the exhausted woman in front of her.
"Let's get you cleaned up and in bed."