Beeping. The beeping. That's the first thing he heard when he entered. The mechanic, slow beeping of the electrocardiograph monitor, keeping track of her heartbeat. The little green pixels, showing her small, fragile beating heart rate.

The room itself was very cold, reaking with the smell of hand sanitizer and medication. She was lying on her own bed, the white blanket covering her small body, which looked even smaller right at that moment. Her arm was heavily bandaged and her face was paler than it normally was.

He walked over to her side and took her pale hand in his, jerking at how cold it felt. However, it was still HER hands, it was still Beca. Even though she looked pale and sick, and it hurt him to think of her ending her life just like that.

Silent tears ran down his cheeks, he couldn't survive without Beca, she was special to him. Not in that sense that everyone IS special. But she was unique to him. He couldn't loose her.

He broke down, next to her, his hands hiding his sobbing face and his heart that was being pulled and shoved by an unconsicous Beca.

"I could've done more. Shit, why did I leave her alone?!" his thoughts whirled around his head. It poisoned him, he felt like an idiot for leaving her. Thank God she was still alive.

A day later Jesse was standing by her bed, praying for her to wake up. He had his head down on her bed and was holding her hand tightly, when he heard her voice. Her beautiful voice.

"Jesse?" it was raspy and quiet, but it was still human and he knew she was alive. Almost immediately, he englufed her in a bone crushing hug, uttering sweet encouragments and thankful quotes. She was breathing, thank God.

She lay still in his hug and looked down at herself after he'd let her go. She scanned her body, and stared at her bandaged arm.

After a little while she mumbled, "No... why? No. NONONONO. SHIT. YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE," she eventually began fidgeting with her connections to the IV pole and she was angry. Jesse held her and told her to calm down, but to no avail, she worked him off her.

"SHIT. FUCK. WHY DIDN'T YOU LET ME DIE?! YOU ASSHOLE! NO!I HATE YOU! FUCK YOU!" she angrily sobbed out loud as an alarm went off, causing a bunch of nurses and one doctor to walk in.

"Mr Swanson, you need to please the room." they ushered him out roughly, leaving him poorly scared as her heard Beca crying out and screaming at the doctor to leave her alone.

Luckily, the whole a cappella gang was walking to her room when they found Jesse to be pushed out.

"Jesse?!" Chloe called out, but he never turned his head. His eyes stayed focusing on the screams from inside as tears started to form.

She hated her. She called him an asshole. He tried to save her, but she pushed him away. He just fucked this up, didn't he?

"JESSE?!" Chloe was now infront of him, shaking his shoulders until he zapped back. He stared at Chloe's blue eyes, that held hope and happiness.

"She hates me..." he mumbled.

Without another word, he grabbed his stuff and left.

A/N: I AM SO SORRY BUT IS IT JUST ME OR ARE MY CHAPTERS GETTING MORE AND MORE SHITTIER?

~Jeca1347