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Chapter 2

Jesse

Jesus Christ. What the hell was that? Jesse sat down heavily on the station step, trying to wrap his head around what happened. He knew Beca was still mad at him from the whole calling-her-dad-to-bail-her-out-of-jail thing, but she would have told him if she was ill? Right? As far as he knew, he was her only friend (were they still friends?) outside of the Bellas, surely she would have said something? There was always the possibility that she didn't know there was anything wrong…but she had still been in obvious pain before collapsing- she could have said something. Maybe he was just being selfish…he needed to find a way to get to the hospital anyhow…would she even w-

"Jesse!" An irritated and unnecessarily loud voice made him jump and his head snap up to meet a very angry looking Luke. "I asked you to look after the station for 10 minutes; how hard is that Jesse? I tuned in on my way back and heard nothing. Absolutely nothing, just white noise. What the hell happened?"

"I-"

"Actually wait, I don't want to hear your excuses; you're a liability- where's Beca?"

"Listen, Luke man…Beca…she collapsed, had some kind of seizure…I would have been you know…setting up songs otherwise but…I had to get help you know?". Luke stood there stunned, mouth hanging open in shock, all previous grievances gone in the blink of an eye. Despite their constant butting heads, the one thing Luke and Jesse could agree on was Beca and, after a few seconds, Luke regained composure and nodded slightly.

"Alright…yeah…is she OK?" Concern laced his voice.

"Yeah…I mean, I think so…she went off in an ambulance but she was conscious when the paramedics got here so…"he trailed off.

"Have the rest of your shift off, go and check on her if you want; I know you guys are close." Were close? Ugh. It didn't matter if Beca was still mad at him, he still cared about her and damn it he was going to see her whether she liked it or not.

"Thanks man." Luke nodded again and headed into the station, leaving Jesse alone on the step.

Aubrey

She stared after the obnoxious Brit as he swaggered back into the radio station. She could see what Chloe was talking about now, when she was moaning about what an asshole he was and how he shamelessly flirted with Beca all the time. To be honest, it was the latter that previously made Aubrey almost disregard Chloe's dislike for him, convinced it was just her getting slightly jealous because, although she had never said as much to Aubrey, she knew Chloe had a thing for Beca. Even Chloe wouldn't usually jump into a stranger's shower, that particular disregard for personal space was seemingly reserved for Beca only. But seeing the way he was getting at Jesse, going on and on about his precious radio station made Aubrey think that perhaps Chloe did have a point.

Chloe.

Should she go to the hospital? On the one hand, Beca would be less than impressed to see her and there was meant to be a Bella rehearsal in a couple of hours if things got held up…she should probably send out a mass text to cancel; there was no point in having one if Beca and Chloe weren't going to be there and once word got around, the others would hardly be able to focus on basic choreography they couldn't master on the best of days. On the other hand, Chloe might be grateful of some support and, if she went against her better judgement and offered Jesse a lift to the hospital, she would have an excuse to be there and could easily leave again if her presence was unwelcome. Besides, casting a look at Professor Mitchell leaning heavily against a wall, it wasn't like she had anywhere to be.

Making a decision, she pushed herself off the wall and strode purposefully over to Jesse.

"Do you intend on going to the hospital?" She asked clearly, her voice not betraying any emotion, just like her daddy taught her.

"Um…yeah…I mean, I'll need to figure out some kind of transport but…" he then proceeded to fumble around for his phone, presumably to call a taxi. She rolled her eyes; here she was trying to offer him a lift and he was too dense to realise.

"Well, as is the norm, my car does have the facility to seat multiple people so if you wish to travel to the hospital without the excessive charge usually associated with a taxi, you may ride with me." He cracked a smile, despite the less than amusing circumstances.

"How did you say all that in one breath?" He asked incredulously, earning him another eye roll.

"Are you coming or not?" He nodded vigorously, scrambling up, giving Aubrey a half-hearted mock salute.

Beca

She had no idea what made her do it…and yet here she was, bloody holding hands with Chloe. Chloe. One moment of weakness brought about by yet another barely avoided argument with the man who sporadically decided to behave somewhere in the realms of what could be considered general fatherly behaviour and here she was attaching herself to Chloe like a bloody limpet. Obviously, being Chloe, she merely smiled at her, nothing like the predatory, slightly creepy smirk she offered in the shower, but a warm smile accompanied with a gentle squeeze. Why? That was the only thought in her mind as, of all things, Beca blushed. Blushed. She couldn't remember having blushed in her entire life. Ever. Not even in the aforementioned shower incident, that was just a whole load of yelling and concentrating on not looking…there…and now we have further blushing. Chloe giggled softly.

"Ooh Beca, hand-holding and blushing?! If you listen very carefully," she paused, face scrunching up as she pretended to concentrate very hard on listening, though Beca could hear nothing other than the roar of the ambulance's engine.

Shit.

She was in an ambulance. She'd almost forgotten, what with the distraction that was Chloe Beale, and was struggling to recall exactly what had happened at the station. She'd obviously had a collapse of some kind and remembered opening her eyes to Chloe kneeling over her, a panicked look in her eyes, but before that…nothing. Weird. She was pulled from her reverie by a slight clearing of a throat and her eyes snapped back up to Chloe, her expression torn between expectancy and amusement. "Ok you didn't have to put that much effort into listening" she said drily, quirking an eyebrow. Beca shrugged sheepishly.

"Sorry, mind's somewhere else," she muttered.

"Given what's going on, I guess I'll let it slide just this once," she winked, "I was only going to say that if you listen very carefully, you can hear the sound of your so-called bad-ass reputation crashing to the ground."

"Sarcasm huh? I must be rubbing off on you." A pause, Chloe's smile dropped slightly.

"Seriously though, how are you feeling?" Well that's a hell of a question; I didn't know how I felt, only that it was extremely embarrassing to be carted off campus in an ambulance in front of a load of gossipy students that she had to at least cross paths with on a daily basis. Not to mention the fact that she'd grabbed Chloe's hand…that she was still holding. Gently removing her hand from Chloe's, Beca shrugged non-committedly.

"Fine I guess." Chloe rolled her eyes.

"Yeah Beca I'm not buying that; you just had a seizure- you can't be telling me you just somehow 'magically' feel fine- I was scared out of my mind!"

"Well I'm sorry I can't give you a nice break-down of my post-seizure symptoms for you to analyse Chloe- I don't even know what happened!" Beca snapped, immediately regretting it as Chloe's eyes cast downwards and focused on a seemingly very interesting spot on the floor.

"I know Beca, and I'm sorry if I pushed you too far but…I was so scared," she whispered. Guilt flooded through Beca as she realised how upset her behaviour had made Chloe after she'd been there for her at the station, prevented World War 3 with her dad and even accompanying her in the ambulance.

"I know, I'm sorry Chloe…this is all just too much at the minute…but you know, thanks for, you know…being here and…stuff," Beca finished lamely. Bright blue eyes shot up to meet hers and Chloe gestured towards Beca's hand, the intention clear. With only a moment's hesitation, Beca nodded and Chloe leant over, pulling Beca's hand into her own, silently reassuring her in ways Beca didn't think words could. A sense of security was all Beca felt at the physical contact now, and she leant back against the pillows, eyes closed, trying to process her thoughts.

Chloe

The ambulance slowed to a halt.

"We've arrived miss, if you just want to hop out." The paramedic opened the ambulance doors and gestured for Chloe to get out, who gently squeezed Beca's hand and quietly murmured that they'd arrived at the hospital.

No response.

Chloe would have panicked, had she not been aware of Beca's slow and deep breathing that indicated she'd fallen asleep. Smiling to herself, Chloe reached over to Beca's shoulder and gently shook her awake, Beca's eyes shooting open.

"Hey sleepy-head, we're here." Beca grinned sheepishly at having fallen asleep but took the hand Chloe offered to pull herself into a standing position.

"Miss, you don't have to get up; we can wheel you in there."

"Nah. I'd rather walk, that thing is humiliating." It soon became apparent that that wasn't going to be a possibility as Beca's legs buckled and Chloe found herself supporting more or less the entirety of Beca's weight. The paramedic raised an eyebrow and gestured towards the wheelchair that had been helpfully provided by one of the nurses who had come out to meet them. "Fine." Chloe chuckled at Beca's begrudging acceptance of any assistance but immediately sobered once Beca shot her a glare.

As they entered the hospital reception, it became apparent that Beca and her designated nurse ("Hi, I'm Wendy!") were not going to get along well and Chloe prayed that her doctor would be a little less…full-on. The police might not be quite as lax if Beca brutally murdered 'Wendy'…though Chloe wouldn't really blame her.

"So what we're going to do is get you into a gown and pop you down here and then I'll get the doctor to come and have a look at you, you're really lucky you know, Doctor Simmons is-" Chloe didn't really pay attention to exactly what Doctor Simmons was, but instead exchanged amused glances with Beca and raised eyebrows. Well, Chloe was amused, Beca was glaring and mouthing something Chloe didn't quite catch. Unfortunately, the lovely Wendy did and stopped talking quite abruptly, lapsing into silence for the first time since they'd arrived at the hospital and stepped out of the cubicle quite hurriedly, drawing the curtains.

"What did you say?!" Chloe managed between fits of giggles. Beca shrugged, a smirk gracing her features.

"Oh you know, something along the lines of 'if she doesn't shut up in the next 5 seconds I'll take this needle and-' then she kinda saw me," Beca finished, looking rather too amused for Chloe to think the shame in her voice was genuine and was proved right when Beca shot her a wink and smirked again. Chloe grinned back at her, dissolving into giggles once more. "I'm just gonna get changed now," Beca gestured to the gown with a vague air of disgust. Chloe didn't move immediately, not really registering what she said. "Chloe!" Beca said with a pointed look towards the curtain.

"Oh."