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When they arrived to the hospital Beca refused to leave the car. "No. I will not leave this car. I have no need to go. My leg will probably be fine in a week or two." While Chloe dealt with versions of this conversation again and again, Aubrey went inside to get someone to come and help. She walked in and saw a female large short haired ginger talking to a male short long hair ginger. Shaking her head at the number of red heads she would in counter, she walked towards the two.

"Um, excuse me. Hi I'm Aubrey Posen. My, I guess, friend in out in the car with a broken leg, and doesn't want to come in. So could you guys help us get her in. She needs it. Her leg is already twice the size what it normally is and it is disgusting to look at." With a short nod the tall male ginger turned and yelled.

"Torres!" A Latino lady's head appeared from behind a curtain. "Help Kepner get a patient in here." The Latino, Torres grabbed a new set of gloves, a gurney and started towards them.

"Lead the way." Aubrey turned and began walking toward the door. "So can you explain to me what going on. All Hunt told me was it was an uncooperative patient that Kepner needed help with."

"Well Beca is uncooperative to say in the least. She hates hospitals, needles, and anything that beeps. She's also horrible at handling pain." As they rounded the corner to where Aubrey parked the car they could already hear Chloe.

"I swear to god Beca, if you don't get out of the fucking car right now, no sex for you till your leg heals and then some." Torres and Kepner's smiles turned a little upward before picking up the pace to keep up with Aubrey.

"And that would be Chloe. She's Beca's girlfriend." As the car came into view Chloe walked towards them.

"Hi Chloe Beale. I have decided that Beca no longer gets to make decisions for herself because she moved her bad leg and has blocked about anyway to reach her. So if you have to, sedate her." Chloe kept a straight face during all of this, and that scared all 4 women.

"Chloe! I can hear you. How about we just go home and let Fat Amy do her 'Australian Magic' on it. Or Lily?! She has to know someone. Or Stacie, I mean she's really smart! Or I don't know you! I mean your Pre-Med and all!"

"REBECA MITCHELL! You need a doctors help right now, or so help me god, you will never hear the end of this. I wouldn't have taken you hear unless I had to. So how about we stop the bitching and get out of the damn car already!" With a small grunt Beca moved her leg ever so slightly so the doctors could get in. Torres then moved into the backseat and began to access Beca's leg. She told Kepner something, so the red head left the area to get something.

"Ok, first of all wow. I can tell you right now you will need surgery. See here?" Pointing to the darkest bruised part of her leg. " that is from a bone, which has shifted. And to be totally honest I don't want to move you, unless your on a board. Kepner should be back in a moment with a board, then we can get you inside and up to the OR. Should be an easy surgery." Kepner returned with a bright orange board, a neck brace, and two new people.

"This is Wilson and Edwards. Their going to help us get you inside. Ok, now Beca I want you to use your good leg to try and lay down as flat as you can on the car seat. I am going to hold your bad leg and move it for you, ok? On the count of three. One. Two. Three!" Beca lifted her back and good leg to lay flat as Torres moved her bad leg.

"Awesome job, Beca. Now comes the hard part. I'm first going to have Wilson put this neck brace on. I'm worried that if you move your spine or neck too much it may sever a nerve or two in your leg." Looking up to Wilson she signaled her to do what she said. "Ok now we're going to lift you up and slide the board underneath you. I can tell you now that it's going to hurt. Ready. One. Two. Three!"

The four doctors lifted Beca up, as she let out a whine that turned into a slight scream as she had her bad leg lifted up. The orange board was quickly slid under the tiny brunette, and she was set back down on it. The finished stopping her down, much to her dismay, and put her on the gurney.

Beca was taken into a small sectioned area of the ER as Torres, Kepner, Wilson, and Edwards prepped her for the surgery. Everything was going great until Kepner began to talk about if a central line or IV would be better. Beca had learned the terms from Chloe when she helped her study, and she knew that she didn't want either.

"How about we don't do either?" Beca asked, speaking for the first time in a long while.

"Well we have to do one. There is no way around that." Torres said stepping up to the bed. "And I think a central line, easy for the OR in a little while. Edwards, you do it." Edwards stepped up towards Beca's bed side, as Beca tired to worm her way away. As Edwards stepped closer Beca tried to move away. She then tired to sit up, but was immediately stopped. "Beca. Listen to me. I know that your scared, I get that, but we have to put this central line in. Ok. It'll be so much easier to just let her do it, than to make me go and get two or three male attending or nurses to hold you down so we can put one in."

With a small nod of the head, Edwards continued. After a while they began to wheel her up the the OR. Kepner and Torres then made their way over to Aubrey and Chloe. "Shouldn't be that long of a surgery. I'll go in, put in a plate and some screws, then we'll be done. I've done it hundreds of times, so it should go easily and quickly. I'll see you guys in a while." Torres said before turning to join an almost knocked out Beca in the elevator.

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The Bellas were not a quite group. They were loud and proud at all times. When they entered a room, you could find out very quickly. So when the all exited one elevator, the entire surgery waiting area knew. Aubrey began to hush them as soon as the entered.

"So how is cap, cap?" Fat Amy asked.

"She's been better. They took her into surgery about an hourish ago. How did the rest of the rehearsal go?"

"It went great. I worked on the dance part, and no one else got injured." Stacie proclaimed happily.

The light banter continued for about an hour before Torres and Kepner walked out. As soon as Chloe and Aubrey stood up, the rest of the Bellas did too. "She's done. They've moved her to a room in the recovery wing, and she should wake up in about an hour or so. I want her to stay the night, but after tomorrow morning she should be good to go. She'll have a cast on for about 6-8 months, then other than the scar, it'll be like nothing ever happened."

"Thank you so much. She's just so stubborn." Chloe said before following the signs to the recovery wing to sit with Beca. The night was long and boring till Beca awoke. She was still on a light sedative so that's the reason Aubrey now has a recording of her screaming High School Musical lyrics at the top of her lungs.

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Hello. Long time no see right. Well I'm sorry. I've been trying, and failing, to focus more on my other works. I'll try to update a little faster next time.

Right now my next chapter is something like Chuck or another tv show. Private message me if you have any ideas.

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