author's note: After this story, I'm going back to write my fandoms: skins, harry potter and disney. I really enjoyed this fandom that my friend brought me too. I'm not even sure if she's reading this story because she can be quite the butt at times. Cheers to you for bringing me on to your ship and introducing me to your wonderful fanfic. I made this for you because you like to read. I've caught your contagious pitch fever.
There's going to be more than one cat fight
Beca
Listening to Jesse's side comments, I continued to eat my cereal noodles in a classroom. Today's movie was Ferris Bueller's day off and it wasn't actually a bad choice. Not that I would admit it to Jesse: his movie appreciation cult teachings were starting to get to me. I mean the movie had a rebellious witty guy and a girlfriend named Sloan who has quite a sexy voice with his wet blanket, voice of reason friend Cameron. The down side would have to be the questionable parts of it.
For example how did a rich guy like Cameron (c'mon his brother has a mint vintage car in their garage that Jesse kept going-on about, that had to be worth a lot of dough), end up in a public school? Gee obsessive principal much, did anyone else not pick up on it in that school? Or how Ferris's manipulation tactics a bit more advance for a high school kid or I probably didn't pick up on the other kids during high school.
The sounds wafted down from the clouds and Jesse's detailing of it had the pictures form on the blackboard. Twist and shout had begun to play, until a thunder clapped overhead with the wailing of the storm breaking through the windows.
What in the world is going on outside?
It started to rain inside the classroom, the droplets falling on my face. An unknown force was soothing my hair, along with the storm going down to a peep.
"Bambi, it's me momma." A tired, grief stricken voice of my mother whispered into my right ear. I turned to look for her, but she wasn't there.
"Mom, are you okay? I'll be home after class or I can skip – do you need me to head there now?" My voice cracked, damn it I had to hold it strong for mom.
"I'm so sorry, Bambi. I'm so sorry." She sounded so heartbroken, I wanted to run to her and remind her that she wasn't to blame for dad leaving.
The rustling of a door opening and sharp intake of breath, noted that someone else entered the sky bubble.
"Why are you here?" The rumble of thunderclouds came back in full force.
"I came to see my daughter." That was the voice I assimilated with Old American cigarettes, graded ink papers and coffee, that voice belonged to my -
- "Dad?" I didn't know whether to put up the frigid bitch front or hug him tight and breathe him in.
"No, you gave up that right a long time ago!"
"I sent in monthly checks for her! You weren't there for her either, last time I contacted Betty!"
- "Mom, dad…I'm right here. Grown capable woman with multiple jobs…I haven't resulted to drug pushing or prostitution thus far. "
They continued on without me as they usually do.
"Beca needed more than checks to make sure you cared, Lawrence! Did Sheila regulate your letters too because Beca use to send you letters till she was 14."
"Leave Sheila out of this and don't use Beca for your guilt tripping. You left her when she was 16!" I felt charged wind rushing past the side and a slap.
"I had to, you bastard! I was going nowhere and I couldn't reach out to Beca!" Each word was punctuated with a struggle, as if she was huffing away behind restrains trying to hit dad while sobbing.
"Oh so you just had to leave Beca? What did you do during that time, did you find the God that you needed or were you running away from the responsibilities?!"
"Ouch that was kinda a low blow, dad." I wanted to stop the rain, the thunder and the anger.
"You guys, look maybe you two should –"
"Who the hell are you?!" Both said to Jesse, annoyed from being interrupted.
The door opened again and the air quickly changed.
"Well, I'm Doctor Beale and he's Jesse. May I ask you to take this outside. Now." The tone of her warning was not a request, it was a command with power. It was like Moses parting the roaring seas.
The shuffling of feet made it out of the door, before it closed a feminine sigh was let out. Sure steps punctuated the floor towards me and stopped.
"Sorry I wasn't here on time, Bec. I brought you something…actually all your stuff."
I felt something placed on me that was soft and cushiony, by the texture and smell – I knew it was my quilt. My quilt.
"And hey shortstop, I found out an interesting fact about you: you're a Dj. So wake up sometime and drop me a beat or maybe we can duet." With that, she left leaving me with a flush of red.
Chloe
Pinching the bridge of my nose and controlling my breathing, I straightened my borrowed hospital white coat that I hastily put on from the car. A few moments ago I rushed into the hospital and found old Nurse Betty with her ear to the door, entertainment in this town must be thin.
Going in, I busted a circus act in front of the comatose patient, while Doctor Paterell added into the act by rushing in late with a lunch bib on him looking flustered at the commotion.
"Doctor Paterell, which parent would you like to talk to first?"
"I'll take Lawrence." He nodded taking the opposite direction.
I watched him go, before making my way towards the lobby where Beca's mom awaited for the news. Walking up, I see her eyes were reddened and salted with tears. Seeing me, she wiped them away.
"What's Beca's status? Will she be okay? I know you must think I'm an irresponsible bitch of a mother after that, Doc."
"That's neither here nor there, Ms. Baker. You're here for Beca's condition and a nurse should have informed you how to orient yourselves accordingly, but I get that sometimes emotions can take over." I added softly.
"Beca is in a light coma, scoring well in a Glasgow scale: she responds to sound the best or music to be specific. The range of a coma is commonly around 3-4 weeks, past that is what we call the unresponsive state or 'vegetative state'. Right now Beca is at the end of her second week and entering her third week, but she has promises of recovery. The Glasgow scale is what we use as a tool to pinpoint where they stand. We basically just test their reaction to touch for example asking them if they can feel a tap or informing them that we are taking a sample of their blood, phrases, if their eyes follow the light and response to sound."
"She can respond?"
"It's not like how it is in the movies, Ms. Baker where they're perpetually sleeping with no movement whatsoever. Coma patients sometimes spontaneously open their eyes, make moaning noises, facial expressions or cry or laugh."
"What would Beca need when she wakes up? Can I stay here with her?"
"Yes, Beca would need physiotherapy, psychotherapy and occupational therapy to help rehabilitate. We'll be moving her to a hospital in the city to better house her needs."
"Can I get the bill? I don't want Beca to know that I received it, she's struggled enough and I'll even get Lawrence to pitch in. Do you take installments?"
"Oh umm, no that won't be necessary. The costs are all covered, you see the reason why Beca's in a coma is because we hit her with our minivan." That well sounded horrible… you can cue the screaming parent at me now.
"Okay, that sounds like a freak accident. A minivan of travelling doctors hit my daughter?"
"You're not mad? No ma'am…we were an acapella group. We're Barden Bellas, it's a semi-annual reunion thing." I could feel the tips of my ears feel red because either way, we hit her daughter.
"I'm happier knowing that she's alive and she's showing signs of recovering. Oh honey, the way I look at it: we all did wrong to Beca. At least you stuck and did something about it. That's even weirder with the Acapella group." She laughed out. "And just call me Barb, you look so young to be a doctor."
"Please don't be so kind to me yet, I want to make sure that Beca will be well taken care of."
After the showdown and their proper talk with their daughter respectively, I ended the day heading to the motel to pack up. Entering the motel room, I fumbled to lock the door and passed out on the bed.
I hit the button before the alarm went off, rolling closer towards the sun spot on the bed with a small content smile. Finally, I've reached that perfect sleeping position – my moment was cut off by the phone ringing. Knowing it was too good to be true, I groaned and blindly tried to locate the phone with a few mishaps. Picking it up, the front desk reminded me of the wake-up call set at 1:00 a.m.
Bulleting up, Chloe began to feel the effects of whiplash and began to furiously pack. She didn't know whether to curse or thank her past actions of designating the front desk to remind her incase this happened. Within record speed she was up and bushy tailed to start her day with the aid of coffee.
She called the car rental to tell them that she would be dropping off the car at 5:30a.m. to a sleepy clerk, before then she planned to visit the hospital to let Beca and the rest know that she'll head up to the hospital before they do.
Arriving at the Wever Hospital Parking lot at 2:40 a.m., Chloe made her way through the halls with familiar regular and volunteer nurses that either offered her a drowsy or caffeinated greet. Stopping at Beca's door, she opened the small room that housed the short brunette.
"Morning Beca, I'll be gone for 2 days to prep a place for you at another hospital. I got your stuff with me still and I'll just hold it hostage till you wake up haha no not really. I tried to give it to Jesse when he left the hospital the other day, the boy wouldn't take it. Speaking of the other day, I got to get pass your mom's tiger side and she really loves you. I'll see you in a bit, if you wake up during those two days…I'd still like to hear a beat drop." I brushed my fingers on her forehead and turned to leave, it might've been my imagination or wishful thinking, but I thought I saw the tips of her mouth turn to a small smile.
I checked my watch to see the time as 3:30 and started to drive back to the rental, but decided to take a detour to the Diner where it all happened. I stopped briefly in the quiet empty road and the stars look so much brighter. It was both a scary and beautiful moment because the whole world was sleeping and it felt like I was the only one awake with the stars. I wondered how Beca's world was like in her head, if she was in there alone… was it beautiful and scary as well?
Parking at the Diner, the bell chimed when I walked in with Beca's suitcase leaving the rest in the rental. Slurred footsteps of a giant man with bags under his eyes came to greet me.
"I'm Bob, what would you like to order?"
"Bob, we called you before. I'm Beca's doctor and also a part of the group that accidently ran her over, Chloe. I'm good with a sandwich if it's no prob with you."
"Yea! Yea! You're Chloe! No, you get the breakfast burrito – house special. Don't worry, I won't spit on it or anything. Hey are you carrying Beca's Dj controller?" Growing more animated with each word.
"Yep, how'd you know?"
"She used to bring that in here when she was running tight in between gigs and work. Hahaha I have a soundbit of her singing when she was at the back. Lemme Bluetooth it to you."
Opening my blue tooth, a song was sent with the title called "Cups"
"Cups?"
"You'll see. I'll go make your burrito in a jiffy."
Thanking him I left to drop off the rental and with the taxi man's help I got my baggage onto the bus. I bit into the breakfast burrito and contemplated playing the soundbit or sleeping. A part of me didn't want to hear it because I wanted to listen to Beca sing it awake.
I opted to sleep instead to an old song that I use to call my lady jam: Titanium.
"Miss, Miss wake up we are here at the last stop."
"Thanks, sir" I groggily shook the sleep from my eyes and prepared to get the boxes off with the bus conductor but a glint of a familiar uniform caught my eye through the window. Wiping my eyes again, I looked back out.
I stood at the corner, a bit freaked out with a bunch of boxes in the earliest parts of day hoping to not get mistaken as a night walker or drug dealer, trying to hail a cab.
A cab picked up and after we settled he spoke to me peering through the mirror.
"Where to miss?"
"To the Azareen Hospital, please."
We pulled up to the hospital, where my family crest was engraved on the marble, glass and steel of the building. Paying the taxi, he got out to help me, but was stopped by Henry with a trolley.
"Thank you, Sir. We've got it now"
"Henry, what are you doing here?" I hoarsely whispered as if I didn't want my parents to catch me.
"He's doing his duty, Chloe. Welcome back darling to the Beale institute."
"Mom! Dad! What are you guys doing here? Aren't you supposed to be in Germany?"
"Well hello to you too dear, we wanted to know how you were doing and we were pleasantly surprised to find that you were employed under us. We respected your wishes of wanting to be on your own until you reached our establishment. We even had Henry tail you to make sure you'd be safe. So far he kept 10 shady people away from you early this morning when you were at that street corner at Sunset Blvd."
"That's, a bit creepy mom, but thank you Henry."
"Will do, little miss."
"We brought Kommissar and Pieter from our Germany branch; they're planning to use their sound wave therapy on recovering people. They're using your basis of your thesis on how the receptors to the brain and the neurons create their own drug like substance to music that can heal itself as well, but modified it. We were showing them around our different facilities, but when we found out that you were here. We decided to bring them along as well."
"Kommissar and Pieter, we've met in college."
"Oh then it'll be easier to break the ice with."
"But I'm –" I was cut off from any excuse when the two tall powerhouses stood stalked over.
"Thank you for the opportunity to test our theory out, pleased to meet you again Chloe Beale." The blonde smiled confidently.
"We'll be staying here till we've collected enough data. Good night Chloe, we would like to get a how do you say 'head start' for a productive day tomorrow." They laughed their superior laugh and left.
"Couldn't they have tried this back at your facilities?"
"Chloe, they're guests and those two are rising up from fast from their studies. You must be cranky from your travels, Henry already has your patient things sent up and your things are at the Lunar Hotel."
"Mom, I was going to just rent my own place to –"
"Nonsense love, we haven't seen you since graduation"
endnotes: Please forgive my typos