A/N: Hey, so here's the third chapter. I know the general direction I want this fic to go in, but if you have any suggestions, or if there's something you want to see happen then please review and let me know. I would love to incorporate different views and ideas into this story, with the help of you guys :)

I know I said that the chapter songs wouldn't all be by Tom Rosenthal but at this point I'm going to give up looking for songs by other artist because for me, his songs really fit the emotion of this fanfiction. The lyrics of the songs might not necessarily tell the same story, but yeah, I just think the emotions of the songs and this fanfic go hand in hand.

So, this chapter's song is 'You Only Need You' by none other than Tom Rosenthal.

Chloe woke up the next morning, terrified. She was terrified for 3 reasons: she'd had a nightmare; Beca wasn't next to her, and she had cancer. She'd woken up every morning since she'd found out, sweating and scared – 'you have cancer' playing over and over in her head.

Chloe figured Beca wasn't there since she had gone to work, and she was proved right when she noticed a little note sat on Beca's pillow. The note was written on the back of a ripped-out magazine page, and was covered in Beca's tiny scrawl. It read;

'Didn't want to wake you, had to go to work. I left the porridge out on the counter – have some for breakfast. I'll be back late tonight – could you start tidying the house for when Aubrey comes tomorrow? See you later, take care of yourself.

Beca x'

Chloe sighed after reading the letter. She'd had one chemo session and Beca was already treating her like some old woman, leaving porridge out for her and telling her to take care of herself. Still, Chloe tried to stay positive. She managed to drag herself out of bed despite how her body ached everywhere and she even managed to eat some porridge, ignoring the nausea that caused her stomach to clench and her head to pound.

After breakfast, Chloe collapsed on the sofa, cursing about how tired she was. Chloe had known that chemotherapy would affect her; she'd read article after article and watched video after video about people's struggle with cancer and chemo and she'd managed to convince herself that it wouldn't be that bad. She had been so wrong. Even after 11 hours of sleep, Chloe was beyond tired. She barely had the strength to move, and whenever she did move, it sent pain shooting through her body. Bruises covered her arms and legs, and she knew how rough she looked. She was pale, with increasingly dark circles under her eyes. Basically, she was already beginning to look and feel like a cancer patient, and she hated it.

Turning on the TV, Chloe tried to forget about her unresponsive body as she began watching Finding Nemo. Without meaning to, Chloe fell asleep after 20 minutes and only woke up when the dishwasher started beeping. Groaning, Chloe hauled herself off the sofa and trudged over to the washing machine only to find another note from Beca.

'I put some clothes in the wash this morning, can you spread them round the house to dry?

Thanks,

Beca x'

"Jeez," Chloe muttered, "I never thought Beca would be the one telling me to do housework".

Having somehow found the strength to spread the washing around, Chloe went back to bed and slept right through Beca returning home.

Chloe didn't ask her to, but Beca slept in the redhead's room again that night, finding that her own room felt empty and cold. Beca just hoped Amy didn't notice.

The pair were woken up early the next morning by a curt knock at the door.

"I'll get it," Beca mumbled into her pillow, practically falling out of bed and opening the door.

Aubrey stood in the doorway, looking pretty and immaculate in skinny jeans and a blazer.

"Hey! Beca!" Aubrey smiled, dropping her bags and pulling the groggy brunette into a quick hug. Beca, slightly surprised by Aubrey warm welcome just hugged back and invited Aubrey in.

"I'll just go get dressed. Make yourself at home." Beca said, hurrying back into Chloe's room. She found Chloe awake, though still in bed, her hand over her face.

"Get up Chloe, Aubrey's here. Are you ready to tell her?" Beca asked, tugging on a pair of jeans and one of Chloe's hoodies that lay discarded on the floor.

"No." Chloe mumbled in reply. "Is Amy still in?"

Beca shook her head, "She left at about 5 in the morning, she has some out of town Fat Amy Winehouse gig. She'll be gone for the next couple of days." She explained, noticing how Chloe's eyes looked duller than usual. Chloe's usual, playful light still shone in them, but it was more subdued than usual. It pained Beca to see the redhead so weak.

Chloe felt even worse that morning than she had the day before. Her head pounded and even the slightest movements sent pain surging through her body. She was tired beyond words, despite the amount of sleep she had gotten, and she was dreading telling Aubrey about her cancer.

Gritting her teeth against the pain, Chloe got out of bed and brushed her teeth. She looked at what she was wearing – cotton shorts and a blue jumper that was way too big for her. The shorts showed the bruises all over her legs and the baggy jumper just emphasised the fact that she was already losing weight. Chloe knew that she should make herself look better so as to soften the blow for Aubrey, but she didn't have the energy. She simply tied her hair into a messy bun and washed her face, hoping it would wake her up a bit.

Chloe found Beca waiting for her in their bedroom. Yes, their bedroom. Chloe had the feeling Beca wouldn't be sleeping anywhere else for a while, and she was grateful for it. Beca was really the only thing keeping her from sinking into a hole of cancer ridden hell. She needed to stay her usual happy, bubbly self For Beca's sake.

"Let's go." Beca smiled reassuringly. Chloe followed her into the living room, thinking about how much Beca had changed since the day Chloe had told her about her cancer. She'd dropped her whole 'bad-ass, hard to get through to' act around Chloe, and she'd just been caring beyond words. Beca had started doing chores around the house, and she seemed so comfortable with holding, touching and caring for Chloe. Beca acted as if it was all fine, as if Chloe's condition wasn't eating away at her but in truth, it was killing her. She hated seeing Chloe in this state – weak and tired. Beca's nightmares were filled with Chloe, dying or dead. When she woke up there was no relief from her night terrors, because Chloe was dying. Chloe was dying of cancer, and it was all happening before Beca's eyes. There was nothing she could do about. It was the most painful thing Beca had ever experienced.

"Chloe…" came Aubrey's voice when Chloe entered the room, snapping the pair out of their daze. "You… what's happened?" Aubrey breathed, clearly at a loss for words at seeing the redhead like this.

Beca and Chloe had planned a gentle, slow reveal to Aubrey about the redhead's cancer, but Chloe couldn't stop herself as she choked out,

"I have cancer, Aubrey. I have cancer."

'Can you hold me to my word; my nights are cold, my memories blurred.

You have a lot of love to give out; you're gonna see the highs and the lows'