Yikes! I'm sorry, I didnt realise how short this chapter was until I looked at it just there...emm this is another filler really building up to the big meeting! You see more of Becas relationships and feelings. I've decided this story isn't going to be very long, right now it's looking about ten/12 chapters but that could all change... I'm working on another story aswell which I will probably post when this is finished. I'm am going on holiday for a while on Sunday so I'm not sure if I will be able to update but I will try my best!

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Also I've seemed to have missed this previously to just say that I own nothing apart from the plot and any additional characters I create...

"Hey Beca, you look awfully smiley today, I wonder why." Her best friend was standing leaning in the doorway with a wry smile on her face as she looked directly at Beca. She quirked her eyebrow then winked as Beca continued to hum happily to herself and pack her bag.

"Oh no reason" she singsonged, something she very rarely did. "Just you know, I'm getting out of this awful place today!" her pith and volume rose nearer the end of the sentence and she quickly zipped up her bag and slung it over her shoulder. She reached for her crutches and attempted to stand before toppling slightly due to her balance being off. Chloe quickly steadied her and grabbed her bag.

"I'll take this, you can just focus on actually making it out the door." She laughed as Beca threw a glare in her direction and jabbed at her with the crutch.

"Don't be mean to me! I'll tell Aubrey" Beca grinned naughtily.

Aubrey had always been friends with Chloe and when the small brunette girl entered their lives she instantly took a liking to her. To this day she was always offering help and meeting up for days out. She was like a big sister and extremely protective over her. Beca appreciated it. She'd never had someone like that in her life before. Besides Chloe of course.

Chloe faked a gasp and raised her eyebrows. "You wouldn't!"

"Wouldn't what?" Aubrey's voice sounded from behind them. They both turned to look at her sheepishly before both dismissing the topic, not wanting to start Aubrey on another rant.

"Okay then...Are you ready Beca? They have all the discharge forms ready for you then you can leave." Beca grinned and hobbled as fast asshe could towards the door, pausing for a break as soon as she hit the hallway, totally unprepared for how hard it was to manoeuvre yourself on crutches solely by the strength of your arms. " Maybe by the time I'm healed I'll have guns as big as yours Chlo" Beca joked.

"You wish" she retorted proudly patting the muscle on her arms. "Although hot saviour man looked quite ripped. Maybe you two could 'work out' together?" she raised her eyebrows suggestively and laughed when Beca tried to hide her blush.

"Come on Chlo...As if that would happen" she spoke quietly and both girls could hear the disappointment in her speech.

She sighed heavily, internally clearing her system of all thoughts and feelings towards the mystery man and put her focus back on how her life was supposed to be. She didn't have time for men. All that mattered was her friends and her music. Oh Crap!

"Hey you guys, I left my headphones in my room, you guys go ahead to the car I'll meet you there."

Both looked at her, arms crossed and stern faces. She rolled her eyes.

"I'm a big girl, in a hospital full of people hanging around. I can manage a trip to my room, and if I trip someone will catch me. So go! If you don't then I refuse to go home with you." She giggled at her childish behaviour but sometimes her friends were way too over protective.

The two women sighed before reluctantly heading towards the elevator, whispering nervously to each other the whole way to the car, in turn causing them to miss the man their age walking nervously into the building looking for their very own Beca Mitchell.