Four hours had passed by. Chloe was sitting there next to her mom in an old t-shirt she had been given from lost and found. All of her tears had been used up and now all that was left was shock. Beca had died – technically. She was dead for two minutes before the doctors managed to resuscitate her. Sarah began to speak, thinking that it would be good to actually use the time they were spending sitting there alone. Her voice cut through the air like a knife, making Chloe jump at first. "When you came in here," she began, "You called for help. You called for the doctors to come and help your friend. Well, more specifically you asked them to help your girlfriend." Normally, this would have taken Chloe aback, but after the events of the night not much could shock her now. So she simply replied, "Yeah."
The next few minutes were spent in even more silence, until a doctor came in through the waiting room doors. Both of them sprung up out of their seats, eager to know what was going on. The doctor sighed and then said, "She's stable." Chloe and Sarah breathed a sigh of relief. "You can go and see her, but you have to be calm around her. Also, there is something else you should all know. We have organised for her to see a therapist at her school, twice a week from now on. She will also need to attend a weekly fifty minute session at an outpatient clinic and her biological mother will have to be informed of this. If Beca is to refuse this treatment and the self-injury gets worse, she could be sectioned." A pregnant silence filled the air. "Do you want me to tell her, or would she take it better coming from you?" Sarah decided that it would be best for the news to come from her and her daughter, and so they went into the room.
She was pale. That was the first thing Chloe noticed about her. Her back was slightly raised, and there was a bandage wrapped around her wrist. Beca opened her eyes ever so slightly, and a smile came to her face when she saw Chloe. No one could hold back the tears for long, Sarah included. She sat in the corner and looked on as Chloe stood by her girlfriend. "You can hug me you know," Beca said. Chloe just shook her head, wary of all the machines surrounding them. "I'd be afraid to break you," she managed to choke out. Instead she just made their hands touch. Beca responded and said, "That could never happen. I'm already broken." The next two hours were spent in Beca's room and before she went to sleep, Chloe had the task of explaining to her about the therapist.
The whole time she was explaining the situation, she held tightly onto Beca's hand. To be fair she took everything rather well, almost as though she expected it. She didn't seem to mind about seeing the counsellor in school, or the outpatient clinic, but when it was mentioned that her mom would have to find out about everything, it all changed. Beca instantly began refusing to see anyone, saying that she couldn't ever let her mom know. Chloe tried to calm her down, but nothing worked. Eventually she managed to explain, "It's not that simple! You can't just refuse the help. If you refuse, then they will force you to go."
"What does that mean?" Beca asked. Sarah then spoke for the first time since entering the room. "It means they will have to arrest and section you."
The word "section" set Beca off. She began hysterically crying, and Chloe felt her heart breaking yet again seeing her girlfriend this way. "Please… Please…" Beca was crying over and over again. Ignoring the tears streaming down both their faces, Chloe leant towards Beca and their lips met. They stayed there and kissed for a moment longer, as Sarah sat in the corner. At first she had to bite down hard on her tongue – this was completely new territory to her. But eventually, she got used to seeing her daughter happy.