"Hello Miss Mitchell, how are you today?" the doctor asked Beca as he walked in the door. It's been a week since Beca tiredly told Jesse that she wanted to join arson. She didn't remember half the conversation, but he remembered all of it. That is why Jesse was there with Beca, forcing her to see the doctor because sooner the doctor's permission, sooner she could go back work.

"Fine. My collarbone doesn't really hurt anymore." Beca took her arm out of the sling, something she wore more since Chloe forced her to. "My elbow, though." She struggled to straighten her arm more than ninety degrees.

The doctor carefully took her arm in his hands. Her wrist was still casted, and would be for another two weeks. He looked at her elbow, which was still swollen and bruised. "Jesse, are you writing this down?" The doctor directly asked Jesse. Dr. Hayden was the primary doctor for the fire department, and he knew that whatever he told Beca would go in one ear and out the next. So, he was very thankful that Jesse was there. "Beca, you have to do some sort of physical therapy. You can start by doing it off at home, I'll give you a list of everything you need to do. If you don't do it, then things could get worse, like surgery or even permanent immobility."

"Wow Doc, way to lay it on easy." Beca gulped as she took the list from him, which was then immediately handed to Jesse.

"This stuff is scary Beca. If you do these exercises, we can get you back to firefighting in 6 weeks, 8 at the latest."

"What about arson? Am I clear for that?" Beca asked anxiously as Jesse slid to the edge of his seat.

"You are left-hand dominant, which is the arm you're having trouble with. Luckily, i think that once you start doing exercises and wear a brace, you'll be fine working in arson. I'd give it a week." He smiled as Beca, who smiled in return. "The brace, by the way, can be found at most pharmacies or any major store. I'd suggest a bionic sleeve, but whatever feels comfortable and helps you the most."

Just as they were about to finish up, Jesse quietly coughed, which got Beca's attention just long enough to see Jesse point to his head. Beca was still having headaches, but the severity has gone down, along with her need to take pain killers.

Beca closed her eyes and sighed. "My head. I still get headaches sometimes."

"Well you have a severe concussion, Beca." The doctor looked at her with a straight face. "I'm sure you're fine, but I can schedule you an MRI if you would like."

Beca nodded and thanked the doctor. At the reception desk, a MRI was scheduled 1pm, giving them 2 hours to each lunch and find an elbow brace.

"Hey Bec! What did the doctor say?"

While Jesse and Beca were at Walgreens, their second store of the afternoon, Chloe called her. Beca mentioned the arson idea to Chloe, who was another person to force her to go to the doctor.

"I have to do some exercises to straighten my arm." Beca looked at one of the braces. "I got cleared for arson, but I have to wear a brace."

"Sounds...exciting." Beca could hear Chloe giggle through the phone. "What about your headaches?"

"I'm getting an MRI later on." Jesse showed Beca a bionic brace he found. She gave a thumbs up before continuing to talk. "I'll call you later, okay? We're at a store."

"No problem, I'll just sit on the edge of my seat as I wait for you to call."

Beca smiled and laughed a bit. "Whatever helps you sleep at night, you weirdo."

Chloe laughed. "Have fun and talk to you later." With that, the phone call was disconnected and Beca slipped her phone into her pocket. She took the brace from Jesse and started to walk towards the check-out.

"What was Chloe up to?" Jesse asked as he walked beside his best friend.

Beca shrugged. "Not a clue. She wanted to know what Dr. Hayden said." They were the only customers in the store, so they were able to quickly pay and leave.

"Gotcha...you two are getting pretty close." Jesse smirked as he gently nudged the woman.

Beca shook her head and chuckled. "It's not like that. We're just friends."

Jesse unlocked his car so they could get in. "You guys are always together. Maybe it was just the accident, but you guys have gotten incredibly close." Beca thought about it, and he was right. They were close before; always talking at work, being each other's number one best friend on Snapchat, and always going to the bar together. But now, they talked all the time about anything, whether the conversations took place in person, over FaceTime, or even texting.

"Yeah, well we're just friends." Almost on cue, she had received a notification - a Snapchat from Chloe.

Jesse noticed her name on her phone screen and smiled. "Okay, whatever dude. Let's get food, I'm starving."

"On the right is an MRI of your brain after your concussion, on the left is an MRI of your brain right now." The neurologist said as he pointed to two images on a computer screen in front of them.

Beca stared at the 2 images for a while, but didn't really know what she was looking for. "Right, so that means…"

"The red on the right image shows the lack of blood flow and where your brain trauma occurred. On the left, there is significantly less red." Beca looked closer. The whole top of her brain was highlighted in red after the concussion. Now, the only red that showed was on the back of her head. "The reason you're having headaches is because the nerves in the back of your neck are pinched. I'm going to continue giving you pain medicine, but I want you to see a chiropractor. The pain should go away after that, but if not, come see me."

"What about firefighting?" Beca asked anxiously.

"What you have is called Occipital Neuralgia, which is rare and sometimes hard to follow. Luckily for you, I think you'll be good as new in a week or two." The doctor smiled at her, which made Beca smile wider than before. She thanked him before getting her her test results and black and white MRI copies and meeting Jesse in the waiting room.

"What did he say?" Jesse asked excitedly.

"Look for yourself." Beca handed him the results.

Jesse looked at it with a very confused face. He furrowed his eyebrows and said "Okay what the fuck am I looking at? Do I look like a brain doctor?"

Beca chuckled at the man. "I have some rare pinched nerve thing but once I see a chiropractor I'll be fine. Good as new in a few weeks."

He pulled the woman into a tight side hug. Beca winced under his arm and pushed him away.

"Okay, ass wagon, that was a little tight."

"Whatever, let's leave. I hate hospitals." Jesse shook his shoulders like he got the chills. Beca just laughed as she followed him to the car.

"So you're okay!?" Chloe whisper-yelled into the phone. She was at the fire station, and even though she was excited to hear the good news, she still couldn't yell.

"Yeah, Yeah, I'm good. I just need to pace myself." Beca said down the line.

Chloe smiled as she unlocked her locker. "That's so good to hear, Bec. So now what are you going to do?"

"Uh, not sure." Chloe could hear cheers and hollers through the phone. It was so loud that she had to take the phone away from her ear, only to continue to hear them.

"Wait, Beca, are you…" Chloe walked out of the locker room and the hollering got louder in person. She hung up the phone and walked down a few hallways and exited the building to enter the truck bay, the source of all the loudness.

Beca and Jesse were standing in the middle of all the firefighters, Beca being the one to receive handshakes and highfives and side hugs.

"Look who finally decided to come back." Chloe said, causing Beca to look at her. Soon, the brunette had a giant smile on her face and her right arm outstretched.

"I decided my visit was long overdue." Beca pulled her into a hug as most of their coworkers averted their attention to Jesse. "How is everything here?" Beca looked around, taking in the sights she hadn't seen in weeks.

"Same as always. You're replacement is a little quiet, but she's a really good cook." Chloe quickly motioned to a woman sitting in the corner, silently reading a magazine like there wasn't a bunch of yelling half a minute before. "So tell me what the MRI guy said!" Chloe excitedly said, placing her hands on Beca's upper arms.

Before Beca could answer, the intercom sounded above them.

"Ambulance 35 requested to Lucky Strike Bowling Alley."

"Duty calls...I'll see ya later?" Chloe rushed out as Maisyn began pushing her towards the ambulance. Beca didn't get to reply to that either as her attention was pulled away by the other firefighters.

"Mitchell, get over here!" One shouted as they all gathered in a circle. They were surrounding the official firehouse dog Yogi, a beautiful Australian Shepard they rescued after his family abandoned him in a house fire. Luckily, he came out unscathed.

"He's slowly learning some of the basic stuff," one of the firefighters said as the dog struggled to understand the concept of sitting, "but watch this. Cooler!" At the sound of that, the dog dashed away from the group of people and towards a cooler, where he slid his head into the small open space. In seconds, he pulled out a can of Pepsi and brought it to the man who called out the command.

"That's amazing." Beca kneeled down so the dog could come to her. It's been weeks since young Yogi saw Beca and he missed her.

"When does Beca get to come back?" Maisyn asked in between verses of 'Young Dumb & Broke' by Khalid.

"Couple weeks. She has to do some therapy while she works in arson." Looking at the GPS, she noticed they were only a few blocks away from the bowling alley.

Maisyn chuckled, "I'll have to visit her in arson because I never pictured her behind a desk. Does she even know how to work a computer?"

"Yes, she does." Chloe scoffed.

They pulled into the parking lot and shut off the sirens, but left the lights on to let people know there was an active emergency happening, and not to come near. As soon as Chloe jumped out of the vehicle, she was greeted by a middle-aged woman who looked traumatized.

"He fell! Smacked his head on the lane divider. Blood everywhere!"

From experience, Chloe knew there was a good chance that she was exaggerating, but she still hollered for Maisyn to get the stretcher as she grabbed the medic's bag filled with almost everything they would need for a medical emergency.

Walking in, they immediately noticed a group of people surrounding someone on the lane approach. There were 2 people at the desk, one looking completely shocked and the other taking control by coming up to Chloe and explaining the situation.

"He wasn't wearing his bowling shoes so he tripped onto the lane and slipped in oil. He bashed his head on the lane divider." The lady was touching the back of her head, signaling that that is where the man hit his head.

Chloe took her words into consideration before walking towards the man; Maisyn following behind without the stretcher. She placed her medic bag on the floor before kneeling beside him.

"Hello, I'm Chloe. What's your name?" The redhead said in a calming manner as she opened her bag.

"Chicago Walp. Yes, that's my real name." The man chuckled before he stopped himself, wincing in pain. Even laying down, he was tall, much taller than Chloe. He had brunette hair that was longer on the top than the sides, but the back was about to be way shorter because Chloe was sure he would need stitches as soon as she saw him.

"May I?" Chloe showed him a small flashlight. With his permission, she shined the light into Chicago's bright blue eyes. "Can your eyes follow the light?"

Chicago did what he was told to do. "I can follow the light, I can tell you the date, my birthday, my address. I hit my head hard, but I can remember everything. It just hurts really fucking bad. Everyone told me I needed to lay here until you guys came."

"They told you correctly. You lost a lot of blood, Chicago, so you're going to get up slowly. Can you lift your head up a bit?" He did as he was told, and Chloe quickly, but gently, put a wad of gauze on his head. Below her hand, there was a small pool of blood resting in the gutter. "Slowly sit up a little."

Chloe and Maisyn each took one of his hands and helped him. In a few minutes he was standing, and even unsteadily walking. That didn't last long though, as he wanted to sit on the stretcher.

"I'm going to have to take you to the hospital. They will do your stitches and test you for a concussion." Chloe was still using a soothing voice as the bowlers were still freaked out. Chicago agreed and the women began pushing the stretcher outside and into the ambulance.

"Occipital neuralgia is a medical condition characterized by chronic pain in the upper neck, back of the head and behind the eyes." Beca's phone read aloud, breaking the silence of the apartment and causing Jesse to jump slightly in his chair.

"What the fuck, Beca. Can you not read all of a sudden?" Jesse exclaimed, straightening himself out.

"I wanted to see what Siri said, ass hat." Because her phone didn't read all of it, she took a quick screenshot before slipping her phone into her pocket.

After Chloe and Maisyn left, Beca and Jesse didn't stay at the firehouse much longer. They went back to their apartment to figure out their plans for the night.

"I want to cook some food." Beca said as she perused their cabinets.

"You mean Beca pours the liquids while guilt-tripping Jesse into making it? No."

Beca gave him a dirty look. "Fine, then I'm going out. Preferably to that bar that serves really good cheese sticks and fried pickles." Beca was a very picky eater, but she could never deny fresh plate of fried food.

"Beca, it's not even 4." Beca shrugged in response. "I love that bar and want to go too, but can't we wait until 7 or something? You can invite Chloe, by then she'll be off work."

She gave a dramatic sigh. "I guess...at least it gives me time to get hot as fuck," Beca paused, "I mean, I already am. But I think I look better in something that shows off my boobs."

Beca began to laugh as Jesse gave her a disgusted look, not ready to see any more of his best friend's boobs for a while.

"So, Chloe, how long have you been an EMT?" Chicago asked in the back of the ambulance. Maisyn was driving the vehicle as Chloe stayed in the cab.

"Officially...8 years. I was a volunteer before and during college."

"Dedicated, that's a good thing." He smiled a prize winning smile. "Will they have to shave my head for the stitches?"

"They will shave around it, so you might want to start thinking about getting a haircut." Chloe laughed. Although his sides were short, a shaved spot in the back of his head would be very noticeable.

Chicago nodded his head and looked Chloe up and down, even though she was sitting. "Do you have any suggested place to go? We could exchange numbers and you could text me it." He had a devilish smirk on his face.

Chloe heard Maisyn choke on air then quietly chuckle. "No- I can't- uh." She stammered as Chicago tried to explain.

"I know I'm your patient or whatever, but you seem pretty cool and down to earth." This time he flashed a sweet smile.

Maisyn parked the ambulance in the hospital's ER bay. "We're here guys." Chloe noticed the 22 year old was still giggling a bit.

The redhead stood up. "Thanks so much, but I'm gay." She rushed out the words as Maisyn opened the cab doors.

Chicago gave a very embarrassed expression to Chloe as he was wheeled out of the ambulance on the stretcher. Going through the ER doors, the girls gave the doctor a rundown of his injuries before transferring him to an open bed.

"Chloe, I'm so sorry. I didn't know." Chicago said apologetically, scared that he hurt her feelings.

Chloe giggled, "It's fine, don't worry about it. Try not to fall next time you bowl." She gave a friendly wink before walking off with Maisyn.

Maisyn sighed, "God, he's so beautiful."

"Why didn't you get his number then?" The 28 year old laughed.

"After he tried asking a lesbian out? No thanks. I don't want to be the rebound."

"I'm so glad I'm not on that medicine anymore." Beca said after she swallowed her third consecutive shot of whiskey.

Beca and Jesse had been at the bar for half an hour, and tiny brunette wasn't wasting any time trying to get drunk. She had not been to a bar in weeks and was very thrilled she could finally drink.

"I'm so sorry I'm late, I got caught in paperwork." Chloe snuck behind Beca, making her jump a bit.

"Fuck, you scared me...I need another drink." Beca motioned for the bartender, ordering a rum and coke.

Chloe leaned closer to Jesse. "How many drinks has she had?"

He shrugged, "her traditional starting beer, some piña colada thing that wasn't actually a piña colada, and couple shots of whiskey."

"I want to high-five her liver for not failing yet." Chloe laughed as Beca finished off her glass. "Want another?"

The brunette shook her head, "No, I want, um tequila. And you're having some." She gripped Chloe's forearm.

The two shots and limes were slid their way. The girls looked at each other and nodded before knocking back the shot and sucking on the lime.

"That should not have been my first drink of the night." Chloe whined as the alcohol already started to take effect.

"This game is my bitch! That's $20, my friend."

Beca and Jesse were playing pool, and the less intoxicated man decided to bet his friend that he could win. Little did he know, Beca was like a trick shot goddess when she was drunk.

Jesse reluctantly handed Beca a $20 bill. "How the hell did you beat me? You can't even move your arm?"

"I can when the alcohol hits." Beca giggled, shoving the money in her purse. "Fuck, I need to take a piss."

Was it mentioned that Beca also had a dirtier mouth when she was drunk?

"I'll go with ya." Chloe said, grabbing Beca's hand. Over the course of the night, she's had quite a few drinks. It was usually the same kind of alcohol Beca was pouring into her own body.

In the bathroom, the girls were the only 2 in there. Chloe finished peeing and started washing her hands, stumbling the entire time.

"I shouldn't have waited that long." Beca laughed as she came out of the stall, walking towards the sinks. "So I start arson in a week...what will you do at the firehouse without me?" She winked.

"Finally get some peace and quiet." She tried to say it with a straight face, but a giant grin started to appear.

Beca started to chuckle. "But seriously Beale, you're gonna miss me. Just watch."

"I don't think so."

"Are you sure?" Beca grinned as she took a step closer to the redhead.

"I- I don't know." Chloe didn't know what made her nervous all of a sudden, but she blamed it on the alcohol.

Beca also blamed what she was about to do on the alcohol, because why not.

She spun Chloe around to where her back was facing the sinks. She placed an arm on each side of her, almost like she was trapped.

"Trust me, you're going to miss me. Bad."

Chloe could see Beca's eyes go dark before she leaned in and roughly kissed her. Right there, in a bar bathroom. After a few somewhat sloppy kisses, Beca moved her hands to Chloe's waist. Together, and without pulling apart, Chloe was placed on the counter between 2 sinks. The redhead parted her lips to invite the girls tongue, which Beca gladly accepted. The brunette was standing in between Chloe's legs, as she was wearing a loose dress. Beca slid her hand up Chloe's thigh, almost reaching her ass before she was stopped.

"Beca wait, we have to stop." Despite saying that, she was still pecking the girl's lips.

"We're not in the same firehouse anymore. Rules don't apply." Beca still had a look of hunger in her eyes. "Don't tell me you're not interested, either. We've been flirting for months."

Chloe chuckled, wiping smeared lipstick off of the corner Beca's mouth. "No, it's not that. I want to be sober when we do anything for the first time. I can already tell you we won't remember this in the morning, and I want to remember it."

Beca gave a sweet smile. "Yeah you're right. We're also in a bathroom," she laughed. "We better get out there before Jesse thinks we're up to something."

Chloe hopped down from the counter and straightened out her dress. "We'll tell him you fell, that's why it took so long."

"Bitch...I'm totally down for it."

"I'm gonna need some heavy duty aspirin, water, and 18 hours of sleep." Beca slurred as her and Jesse walked into their apartment.

"Ditto, my friend." He wasn't anywhere near as drunk as her, but he didn't feel like explaining that to her. "Beca, you don't want to go to bed?" He said as Beca was walking towards the couch.

"I'm just taking a break." Beca said. She tried to take a boot off, but gave up when she couldn't get the zipper down all the way. She laid her head on the arm of the couch, passing out almost immediately.

"Beca...Bec, for fucks sake." Jesse draped a blanket over the woman. He went into the bathroom and grabbed some aspirin and a cup of water, setting it on the coffee table in the middle of the room. "You're going to be so fucked in the morning."

Very sorry it took so long! I've actually had this chapter planned for a while, it just took some time to write.

Many of the stories I use- hotel fire, 3 fires in a day, etc - are real. The bowling alley story in this chapter is also real, also my experience. I was the shocked desk person. My very first day and someone splits their head open smh.

Did you like the addition of Chicago?

Hope you liked it! Comment your thoughts!