A/N: One-Shot based on a prompt by my beloved "50 shades of Pitch Perfect". Beca has to undergo surgery to get her tonsils removed. I don't own anything!

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Surgery

„I'm not doing it!" Beca stormed into hers and Chloe's room.

Chloe sighed at her girlfriend's outburst. The closer the date to her surgery the more frightened she got. Yesterday Chloe caught her googling side effects and risks of the tonsillectomy.

"Sweetheart it's really necessary- or do you wanna hang up your voice?" she stood up from her desk and stopped Beca in her tracks, because she was pacing back and forth like a tiger behind bars.

"But what…" "No but what's Missy!" Chloe shook her slightly "This is a routine operation, no longer than 20 minutes and you'll wake up again and it's over!"

"But what…" she didn't get any further because she was silenced by Chloe's lips on hers. The redhead felt her relaxing into the kiss. "Finally" she thought.

The night was troubled, Beca was tossing and turning till Chloe wrapped her arms so tightly around the smaller girl that she was wondering if she could still breathe. But in the morning she was strangely calm, like she had given in to her fate. She didn't even complain about not being allowed to drink her morning coffee.

Chloe eyed her suspiciously during the drive to the hospital. She didn't trust the peace.

And she should be right…

"Miss, would you please come and calm your friend down?" the nurse that took Beca with her not only 5 minutes ago came back to Chloe who was sitting in the waiting area in front of the surgery. "She's refusing to let us prep her for surgery."

Chloe almost laughed out loud at the sight in front of her as she entered the pre-operating room. Beca was sitting on the stretcher, arms crossed and wearing her famous pout.

She jumped up as she saw Chloe and said "Take me out of here, I changed my mind! Throat Lozenges and cough syrup would do just the same!" Now Chloe was out of patience.

"Stop that Beca!" her tone had gotten serious, almost harsh. Beca twitched and slowly sat back on the stretcher.

She looked at Chloe like a lost puppy and then the tears came. "I'm afraid!" her voice was so small, it almost broke Chloe's heart. She pulled her into a tight embrace. "It's ok baby! It's ok to be afraid, I'm here! But you know you have to do this right?" she felt her nodding against her shoulder. "And I want you to let the nurse place the IV now ok?" Beca tensed but nodded again. Chloe let go of her but kept her hand in a tight grip as she laid down.

Beca held out her arm, her gaze fixated on her girlfriend's baby blues. She digged her nails in Chloe's palm as the nurse placed the needle into the vein on the back of her free hand. She brought the brunettes hand up to her mouth and kissed each knuckle ever so softly. "I love you! I'll be right there when you wake up baby!"