Prompt: "Chloe is a paramedic and gets a call for a car accident, which turns out to be her girlfriend, Beca. She is badly injured but Chloe manages to save her life."

Impact

Beca opened her eyes to Chloe beside her. The redhead was invading her side of the bed and resting her head on half of Beca's pillow. It had always been difficult for the brunette to understand, but even in the midst of a deep sleep, Chloe's lips still settled into a soft smile. Beca leaned forward pressing a light kiss to her girlfriend's cheek before tracing the outline of that very smile with her fingertip.

It was moments like these Beca was sure she'd never be able to live without.

"That tickles."

Chloe's voice was thick with sleep and the smile under Beca's touch widened as the other woman opened her eyes, focusing them on Beca's.

"Morning" she whispered, retrieving her hand and wrapping it around Chloe's waist with a smile.

"Creeper" Chloe mumbled into the pillow as she snuggled closer, forcing Beca even further to edge of their bed.

"Well when I wake up and you're practically in my face, what option do I have?" Beca retorted with a smirk.

"Shut up" the redhead silenced her with a kiss and moved a fraction of a centimeter onto her own side of the bed, "There, space."

The brunette laughed, before tugging at Chloe's hipbone and pulling her back to where she was.

"Nope" she breathed into the crook of Chloe's neck with the shake of her head, as fingers moved to tangle in her hair.

The familiar warmth and scent was surrounding Beca's senses and she let out a content sigh. Two years into their relationship, she was sure she'd never tire of their mornings together.

The morning light was glowing through the window; the natural sunlight enveloping their bedroom and shining on Chloe's face. Suddenly her vision was swimming and the once yellow light from a moment ago was replaced with darkness as the image of her and Chloe's bedroom completely disappeared.

The warmth was replaced with a shivering cold and the fingers in Beca's hair seemed to be digging into her skull, causing a sharp pain to ripple through her entire body. There was a deep sense of panic as she was unable to move.

"Beca, can you hear me?"

The voice sounded distant and muffled, but almost familiar.

A white light was covering her vision, as she tried to blink through it, the sensation of something cold and wet dripping down her face.

"Beca, I need you to open your eyes for me, OK?"

She was moving her head now, her hands instinctively coming up to her face in attempt to wipe whatever was on her forehead. Her vision seemed to be returning, albeit a little blurry and unfocussed.

"Chloe?" she mumbled out, trying her very best to identify the person in front of her.

It seemed the more she looked around, the better her vision was. The heaviness pushing down on her legs suddenly became apparent, her eyes catching the glimpse of a steering wheel.

Shattered glass.

A ripped airbag.

And blood in the foot well.

Beca was in a car, the realisation of her current situation causing her heart to race and breaths turn labored.

"Beca, it's me, Chloe. I'm here. You're going to be OK. I'm going to make sure you're OK."

Chloe's voice was calming. The worry and concern laced within those words quickly disregarded – Chloe was here, that's all she needed to feel better.

The darkness was swimming her vision again and her neck slowly dropping forwards.

"Beca, babe, keep focusing on my face, OK? You need to stay…" Chloe's voice trailed off.

The ringing in Beca's ears was far too loud and prominent for her to hear anything else.

XXX

Chloe's knees were leaning on shards of broken glass; the pain nothing compared to the panic racing through her mind. When they had gotten the call for priority three over the radio, the description was vague and brief due to an anonymous caller.

The minute she spotted the familiar woman behind the wheel of the car, Chloe was suddenly springing into action, racing to close the distance to the driver's door.

Beca had been responsive for less than a minute but now her eyes were drooping and her body limp. There was a gash to her head, the blood trickling down her face and onto the once inflated airbag. It was difficult to tell the extent of her injuries but Chloe was letting her emotions cloud her judgement when Beca lost consciousness.

There was a pulling at her shoulders and suddenly Chloe was standing up and being dragged away from the car.

"You can't treat this, Chloe – emotional ties to the patient stop you from doing your job."

The words of her co-worker were hanging in the air as Chloe used all her strength to fight the forceful hands pulling at her shoulders.

"Let go of me, Kate. I'm not leaving Beca in this car!"

Her voice was loud and angry, causing her efforts of returning to her girlfriend to strengthen.

"Just fucking let me go!"

Chloe was lunging back to her original position, her hand immediately reaching for Beca's and squeezing it. She tightly closed her eyes, willing her tears to disappear before she was rummaging through her bag.

"I'm going to check her injuries and we're both going to do our job together."

Chloe wasn't asking, it was a demand and the quick nod of Kate's head ensured Chloe she understood that.

Beca started opening her eyes and lightly squeezing the hand in hers with a groan, followed by a wince.

"I crashed the car" she breathed out quietly, the disorientation apparent in her voice.

"I know but help is here now, Becs. I'm here."

Kate's hand was back on her shoulder, but before the redhead could shrug it off, the woman was beginning to speak.

"How about you just keep her talking whilst I do everything else?" she reasoned with pleading eyes.

Chloe's refusal was on the tip of her tongue but then her mind was wandering to the worst possible scenario – if this was her and Beca's last time together, she'd regret ignoring her emotions.

"OK."

Without even waiting for a response, Kate was climbing into the passenger seat of the car and dragging her bag with her. A neck brace was quickly but gently placed around Beca's neck as she began to wriggle in her seat worriedly.

"Beca, it's OK, that's going to help you feel more supported. Just try and focus on me and my voice, alright?"

Chloe was kneeling even closer to the car, another light squeeze of her hand indicating Beca understood.

"I dreamt we woke up in the morning" Beca stuttered out, keeping her gaze on Chloe as she fought to keep her eyes open and ignore the pain.

"Yeah, well we're going to have plenty more mornings for you to dream up" Chloe smiled, trying to rid the uncertainty in her voice. She chanced a look at Kate, who gave her a sad smile.

"OK, so we're talking three broken ribs, a severe hit to the head with a possible internal bleed."

Chloe was suddenly faced with the extent of the situation and she couldn't stop the tears that were welling in her eyes.

"We can't move her; her legs are trapped under the steering column but I'm calling the fire department now. I've given her morphine for the pain but all we can do is sit tight; you know the drill, Chlo. Just keep her talking and remain positive."

Kate's words were rid of emotions but her eyes a completely different matter. Chloe knew and appreciated her honesty and the clear instructions to keep her calm. The redhead was thankful for that; more than Kate could ever know.

"Is it bad? Am I going to die?"

Beca's words snapped Chloe back to the present and the fear that rang throughout every syllable made her throat close up. She let out a cough in order to clear it before moving even closer to her girlfriend.

"Do you remember out first date?" Chloe choked out with a smile.

Beca let out a hum, a small smile forming on her lips, "Yeah."

"Tell me about it."

Beca coughed a little before she spoke "You got all dressed up in that black dress and all I had planned was the movies."

Chloe laughed at Beca's dopey smile and for a second she forgot where they were.

"I freaked out and made us watch that foreign film because it seemed almost sophisticated enough for your dress."

"You made me sit on your jacket so I wouldn't 'get my dress dirty'" Chloe added with a smile and the shake of her head at the memory.

The flashing lights of the fire truck reflecting off the remainder of the shattered windscreen brought Chloe back to reality and instantly stilled their trip down memory lane. Further realisation of the situation hit her like a ton of bricks and Beca caught the fear in her girlfriend's eyes.

"I don't want to die yet" she rushed out, the tears visible on her cheeks.

The redhead let out a shaky breath and quickly wiped her own tears from her face before unsteady fingers did the same to Beca's.

"Beca, I'm not going to let that happen."

"I don't want to leave you."

"You're not going anywhere."

"I love you, Chlo."

Two men were making their way over to the wreck of the car with heavy machinery in preparation of cutting through the steel and freeing Beca from her seat.

"You can tell me that later."

"I want you to try to be happy if-"

"Beca" Chloe warned, her voice cracking on the 'a.'

And just like that, Beca was closing her eyes again. The tight grip that was once wrapped around Chloe's hand suddenly went limp.

"Beca?"

The lack of response caused Chloe's heartrate to spike. A strong sense of urgency for the fire department to work faster.

"Beca, please" her voice was only a whisper as she quickly lost the very little strength to keep calm she had a second ago.

XXX

Chloe was sat by the coffee machine in the waiting room. Her paper cup was sat on the floor still full to the brim with now cold coffee. She pressed the heel of her hands into her eyes in an attempt to focus on different type of pain for a while.

By the time they had got Beca out of the car, she no longer had a pulse. Kate had rushed to her aid the moment she was carefully placed on a stretcher on the tarmac but it was Chloe who performed the CPR. Her movements were steady and precious as she mentally willed Beca to come back to her.

"I love you, Chlo."

Beca's previous words whirled around her head as she delivered the compressions to her girlfriend's chest.

Chloe wasn't ready to let go.

She didn't want to be alone.

"Chloe Beale?"

A tall man in a doctor's coat was approaching her chair, the sound of his voice causing Chloe's head to snap up.

"Yes, that's me."

She rushed to her feet, desperate to know how her girlfriend was. The expression on his face caused a wave of nausea to wash over her as she tried to prepare herself for the worst. It seemed like hours until the man before her was speaking again.

"Beca is stable."

Her huge sigh of relief seemed to echo up and down the corridor.

"It's not going to be easy but her chances of a full recovery look promising."

Chloe was pulling her high visibility coat around her waist, hoping it would somehow help hold her emotions together.

"Can I see her?" she asked hurriedly.

"It's going to be a few hours before she's fully conscious, Miss Beale but yes, follow me."

"I know with the profession you're in, you're aware that things can change. Beca is still very much touch and go but everything seems to be pointing in the right direction" he assured as Chloe followed his path down the hall hot on his heels.

She could only nod in response.

When she caught a glimpse of Beca lying unconscious in a bed in one of the rooms to her left, Chloe was sprinting inside and wasting no time grabbing Beca's hand. The tears were starting again but this time she let them fall freely, knowing she didn't have to be strong for Beca right now.

"I'll leave you to it."

Chloe had forgotten he was still there as she turned her head to his presence at the doorway.

"Thank you, Doctor, thank you so much."

XXX

A/N 1: So I'm not going to lie, but this was a bitch to write. I started out with the whole cinematic open and then completely lost the ability to write a sentence that didn't sound like a nine-year-old came up with.

So apologies if it didn't meet your requirements/expectations guest reviewer but, sorry, no do over's ;)

A/N 2: Also quick mention about the drowning prompt from a few weeks back; what's done is done? I understand if what I wrote wasn't what you were expecting but I'm not going to start rewriting prompts because you didn't enjoy it, you know? I'm super thankful and appreciative everyone takes the time to read what I write (Seriously, thank you) and the fact that people actually want me to write something they have thought up is amazing but I don't really want to make a habit of rewriting them because that seems like a really slippery slope, aha.

So, sorry :(