A/N Sorry it's late, I've been busy prepping for exams and stuff :) Enjoy!

"Hey, Stacie." Chloe said with a sigh. They were in the staff room before their shift -they were both trauma surgeons; Chloe having been one for a few years before Stacie was hired.

"Hey, Chlo, what's' up?" Stacie asked, gazing at her with light blue eyes full of concern.

"Oh, nothing." Chloe sighed. "It's just - it's stupid."

"Its' obviously not stupid if it's got you upset."

"It's just," she sighed, "Me and Beca got in a fight."

Stacie inwardly cringed at that – her and Beca rarely fought, and when they did it was over something stupid, so Chloe looking so upset over it was not a good sign.

"Oh," she said cautiously, "What was it about?"

"Beca has been staying late at the studio for the last few weeks, and I missed her, right? So I asked if she could make an effort to get home early, and she just, she just blows up on me Stacie! She was yelling about how I didn't support her in anything she did, and how she was trying to provide for us and how I wanted her to flop, and I just, I don't know what I did!"

Stacie frowned. She was Beca's best friend – she liked to say and this didn't sound like Beca at all. Beca was obviously really stressed over something – Beca would not blow up on Chloe like that. The small DJ basically worshipped the ground Chloe walked on, so this was very worrying.

"Have you spoke to her since?"

"No, she walked out after, and I've tried calling her and stuff but she won't answer me! And that was at like 10pm last night and, god I don't know what to do Stacie!"
"Do you want me to call her? Check she's alright?"

"Please."

"She's not answering." Stacie frowns down at her phone, before her pager beeps indicating she needs to go.

"I've got to go, Chlo. Don't worry about Beca,she'll be fine."

All Chloe offers in return is a weak smile as she watches Chloe depart.

Later on in the day Chloe has still not heard from Beca and she was starting to get worried. Normally when they fought Beca would at least let her know if she was okay, so her not answering was seriously worrying Chloe. She isn't that concerned about the fact that Beca had stormed off- it was her coping mechanism, and it was better than her completely shutting down. No, she was concerned that Beca wasn't answering to anyone. Even when she's pissed she knew better than to ignore Stacie, so either Beca had lost her phone or just didn't care. Chloe prayed it was the former.

"Hey, Chlo." one of her co-workers said. "Do you reckon you could cover me for a bit? Family drama."

"Sure." she said with a small smile. As soon as they left her pager buzzed, and she frowned. "Or not." she muttered.

She walked into the small room, pulling on gloves and a mask, readying herself for a long surgery. Apparently, the victim was a youngish female girl, looking to be about 26. She was trapped in a burning car for about 20 minutes, meaning too much smoke inhalation. One of her lungs was punctured, she had what looked to be a broken leg, 5 broken ribs and other more minor injuries. The girl was wheeled into the room, and Chloe was certain she stopped breathing. There, on the table was Beca. Her Beca. Her Beca. She allowed one chocked sob to escape her mouth, before she cleared her mind, knowing if she didn't Beca was likely to die. She got to work, desperately trying to help Beca whilst also trying to keep her own emotions in check. A yell from a nurse distracted her, and she looked up to see a defibrillator being passed to her.

"We're losing her!"

Chloe gritted her teeth against the sorrow threatening to overwhelm her, and with a sob, she placed the pads against Beca's chest.
"Stay with me, Becs!" she yelled above all the commotion as Beca's body jerked on the table. She refused to listen to the harsh beep confirming that Beca's heart was no longer beating, that Beca was no longer alive.
"Don't you dare die, on me, you ass!"

She shocked her again, stubbornly shaking her head as her co-workers looked on gravely.
"For Gods sake Beca, I'm sorry, okay? I love you Beca, don't leave me. Please don't leave me." she sobbed. She shocked her again, knowing she couldn't do it many more times. All of a sudden she heard a shrill beeping, and she looked up in shock to see it was the machine monitoring Beca's heart. Beca was alive. Her Beca.

She glanced at her co workers desperately, and they nodded their assent. She staggered into the hallway, falling into Stacie's arms. She glanced up to see tears streaming down her face.

"Chlo." she said. "Chloe, is she alive?"

Chloe could just manage a nod before fresh tears streamed down her face, not being able to erase the image of Beca dead underneath. Her Beca.

She had no idea how long they stood there, it could've been hours before they were interrupted by the clearing of a throat. It was Johnny, the person who had asked if she could cover for him earlier.

"Um, your Beca is stable. Uh, you can visit her if you want." he said awkwardly, clearly not knowing what to do or say. She nodded at him gratefully, and he scurried away. She looked up at Stacie again, whose eyes were puffy and unsure from crying over Beca. Her Beca.

"Let's go, Chlo." she said. Chloe nodded again and let Stacie lead her over to the door. She stepped into the room and it felt like the life had been sucked out of her. There was Beca, her Beca barely visible throughout the midst of tubes, her Beca so pale, her Beca who had been dead an hour ago. Her Beca.

She walked forwards and collapsed into the chair next to her.
"Oh Beca," she sighed. "I'm so sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry." She heard Stacie sobbing next to her, but she couldn't take her eyes of of Beca. She guided her shaking hand through the tubes and gently smoothed her hair.
"Oh, Beca." she said. "I love you." She stayed there for hours, one hand gently stroking her hair while the other held her hand tightly. Stacie stayed there the entire time too, only leaving at one point to talk to Beca's doctor. Apparently Beca was only in a medically induced coma, which made sense, but due to the lack of oxygen to her brain she may have brain damage. Chloe didn't care. As long as Beca woke up. Her Beca.

Beca woke up a few days later. Chloe was still there except both of her hand were grasping Beca's limp one. She opened her eye, and then immediately shut them, wincing at the harsh lighting.

"Beca?" she heard."Beca, it's me Chloe. You're okay, sweetheart."
"What?" Beca spoke, and then cringed at the raspy undertone of her voice. "Where am I?"

"You're in hospital, Beca." Another voice put in. It was oddly familiar.
"Stacie?" Beca croaked, and her hand went to rub at her throat, which felt dry.
"Yes, you were in an accident Beca. Do you remember?" Chloe said again.
Beca shook her head, and then immediately regretted it as it started pounding.

"Can I have some water?" she rasped. She felt a plastic cup pushed into her hand, and she drunk, sighing in relief. She finally opened her eyes, squinting at first before she saw worried blue orbs.

"Oh, Beca." Chloe sighed. "I missed you."

Beca managed a small grin, before frowning. "I'm sorry, Chlo."

Chloe laughed then, a gorgeous bell like sound that made Beca feel warm inside. "It's alright, Beca."

Beca sighed and then closed her eyes again.
"Sleep, now Beca." she heard. "Get some rest."

And Beca did.

As Chloe watched her sleep, she thought about how lucky she was. She had a gorgeous brunette, who even when half dead went out of her way to apologize. She smiled happily, and let one whisper ghost around the otherwise silent room.
"My Beca."

A/N I MESSED THE ENDING UP SORRY.