"Beca? Beca, I need you to sit up so you can have some of this." Chloe set the tray of soup and saltines down on the nightstand. Beca's eyes flickered towards Chloe's, as if begging for her not to judge.
"Don't say anything. Whatever you do, don't say anything." Beca pleaded quietly, her eyes searching for some kind of safety within Chloe's bright blue ones.
"I promise I won't say anything. Beca, you have nothing to...oh my god, Beca. How...what did...oh, Bec..." Chloe gasped as Beca sat up gingerly, revealing the hundreds of cuts along her arms and the tops of her thighs. "Not a word. Just like I promised. You have to eat something first." The redhead recovered quickly, pulling the blankets back over the shivering DJ's legs and helping her into a hoodie. Chloe sat on the edge of the bed and picked up a spoon and the soup, slowly spooning the warming concoction into the brunette's mouth. "That's it. There we go. You're going to be all better in no time." The DJ gave her a weak smile as she felt the hot tomato soup slowly warm her up. "Do you think you could keep down some crackers?" Beca nodded. Chloe dipped the crackers into soup and handed them to the brunette. "Feel a little better?" Chloe set down the empty soup bowl.
"Mmhm." The petite DJ nodded her head, sighing as she leant her head against the wall behind her. Chloe climbed into the space beside her and patted her legs. Beca carefully manoeuvred her head into the older girl's lap.
"Do you want to talk about it?" Chloe murmured, running her hands gently through Beca's hair. The younger girl's eyes fluttered shut again.
"I have a problem." Beca uttered, after a long silence. Her eyes remained shut.
"An alcohol problem?" The other girl asked hesitantly, never slowing her hands through the mass of light brown locks.
"No. I went off my meds when I was with you. When I left I thought I could deal. Without them." The brunette sighed, silently steeling herself for the question she knew would follow her revelation.
"Meds for what?"
"Chronic depression." The brunette intoned emotionlessly.
"Why?" The question could've referred to many things, but Beca understood.
"You make me...better. Happier." The DJ's eyes slowly opened to look up at Chloe. Tears rolled into the ginger's lap, soaking into her jeans. "I miss you, Chloe." The brunette sobbed, letting out three weeks' worth of emotion all at once. The redhead, to her credit, understood that what Beca needed most right now was just to be with her. She didn't need to say anything, she just made soothing sounds and continued stroking the DJ's hair. When the sobbing died down and Beca's breathing evened out, Chloe looked down and realized that the DJ had fallen asleep. So she lay down, and tucked Beca into her side. She settled in for her first night back in Beca's arms.