Hey, everyone, here's another chapter for ya! I'm so sorry and I apologize for not making the chapters longer. Thank you all for reviewing and favoriting! It makes me feel happy that somebody enjoys my writing =)

One question: Do any of you watch Agents of SHIELD? Yes? No? Well, I came up with a prompt for a fanfic based on the events of 3x05, ((Spoilers for season 3, skip this if you don't want any!)) Jemma is rescued from the planet/ monolith thingy and is diagnosed with PTSD. The rest of the team try to help her, but what they don't know is that she is more vulnerable and has also getting intrusive thoughts in her head, a sign of OCD.

That's all I have right now, but if you like that prompt please comment in the review section of this story! Thank you!

-Viv

By now, it had been almost thirty minutes and counting since Aubrey had gone to dinner. Chloe was still tending to Beca, trying to hold the fort down the best she could.

It was a little tricky at first. Every once in a while Beca would shift uncomfortably or whisper something that Chloe didn't understand, and the redhead's heartbeat would immediately increase, scaring herself into thinking something bad was going to happen.

But it always ended with Beca sighing happily, and that was enough to reassure Chloe that everything would be okay.

Beca's fever had also gone down to 102.9, which was a great sign, and it told Chloe that she had made the right choice staying to care for her friend.

Friend. That word seemed a little too... What was the word? Misused. To Chloe, the term "girlfriends" just sounded a whole lot better.

Didn't it?

That thought made the redhead blush at the slightest. Was it wrong to think that calling Beca and herself girlfriends was was better than calling them friends? What if Beca didn't like that label, or even worse, not love Chloe one bit? What if the deejay was in love with Aubrey instead?

Chloe had been so deep in thought that she hadn't heard Beca go into a painful coughing fit. The poor girl's face was a shade of pasty white, and Chloe realized that she probably hadn't drunk any liquids in a while.

"Becs, I'm so sorry!" She quickly filled a small paper cup with tap water and came back, tipping Beca's head back and opening her mouth, slowly emptying the contents down the brunette's throat. Beca choked and sputtered, making most of the water miss its mark and dribble down her chin.

But this time, Chloe was not going to give up. She repeated the process numerous times, until she absolutely sure that that the brunette was hydrated.

A swift breeze swept through the room, and Chloe shivered, a chill running up her spine. It was mid October after all, and the air had gotten a bit colder over the semester.

At first the redhead asked herself if she should have grabbed a warm sweatshirt to wear, but then a better idea popped into her head. She peeled back the bedsheets and snuggled in next to Beca, who still felt a bit warm, but it made Chloe's heart want to burst out of happiness. She was actually having a bonding moment with Beca!

With a smile on her face, the redhead put her arm around her friend (or girlfriend's) waist, and closed her eyes, letting the dark lead her into a soft, peaceful, sleep.