"Alright babe, I think I got what I need." Beca closed the viewing screen on her camera and let the device dangle against her abdomen from the strap around her neck. Chloe was perched on a decently sized boulder; posed just perfectly so that Beca could get a nice shot of her profile. The redhead hopped down gracefully and closed the distance between herself and Beca. The leaves crunched under her boots and she couldn't help but shiver a bit as a gust of cold wind breezed by.

"Let's go to that café. It's a perfect day for hot chocolate." Chloe tugged on her girlfriend's hand and the two began to make their way out of the park. They wound through the trees together, occasionally coming across a jogger or someone walking their dog. Chloe could see that Beca had brightened up significantly since they had left the apartment and made a conscious decision to get her out more. There seemed to be a lot of bad energy in the apartment as of late and Beca was always easily influenced by that. Almost as if she was reading Chloe's mind, Beca opened her mouth.

"Thanks for getting me out of the apartment. I needed this."

"You're welcome. I like seeing you do artsy stuff. It's hot." Chloe replied with a wink. The two girls made it out of the park and back onto the pavement a few seconds later. Spotting the newly opened café, Chloe pulled Beca across the street before the stoplight turned green again.

"Go grab us a table and I'll get our drinks." Beca gave Chloe a light shove away from her and went to get in line. The redhead hesitated for a second and Beca rolled her eyes.

"Extra marshmallows, I know."

"You're the best." Chloe grinned. The taller girl scampered off to find a table and Beca took to waiting impatiently in line. Something she always loved about Chloe was her ability to draw her out of her head. She made it easy for Beca to focus on the world around her instead of the one in her head.

"Miss? Are you ready to order?" Beca was pulled out of her musings by the girl behind the counter and she nodded apologetically.

"Yeah, could I get a large hot chocolate with extra marshmallows, and then a medium black coffee?"

"Cream or sugar?"

"No thanks." Beca declined.

"Alright, that's going to be 6.56."

"Here; keep the change." Beca handed the girl seven dollars and stepped aside to the waiting area. Ordering at restaurants or café's like this was always something that spiked her anxiety, just a little bit. Ever since she was little, she was always afraid of saying the wrong thing, or not having the right amount of money ready or God forbid her order would come out wrong and she'd have to fight with herself over whether or not she wanted to trouble the workers.

Luckily enough for Beca, the order came out right and she was on her way back to Chloe without feeling too shaken up. She knew damn well how stupid her worries were, and that was what was so frustrating about anxiety. Beca realized how small the things she got nervous about were, yet that didn't make them any less daunting.

Once she was back with Chloe, the residual anxiousness quickly faded away. And while Beca knew and told herself over and over again that people weren't medicine, she knew Chloe was as close as it gets. Give her a choice between a few pills or her girlfriend, and she would always choose the latter.

"Thank you." Chloe grinned as her Beca sat down across from her. She took her drink from the brunette and dared to sip at the piping hot beverage.

"No problem."

"So, how're you feeling?" Despite wanting to keep Beca from dwelling on last night, Chloe still wanted to talk about it with her. Beca had a tendency to internalize most of the things that were bothering her, and Chloe was smart enough to know that even though they were out of the apartment, Beca's mind was no doubt still going back to Jaiden.

"Still kind of guilty." Beca admitted. Chloe sighed in response and took her hand across the table.

"You know you did the right thing. You would have never forgiven yourself if something would have happened to her." The redhead reminded her.

"I know, I know. I just don't like not having access to her. I spent years like that."

"I don't think she's mad at you though. I mean, she somehow managed to call you even though she wasn't allowed."

"Yeah, Dr. Wilson is a pushover when it comes to her." Beca half smiled, then let out a slow sigh. "She didn't even sound like herself on the phone."

"Well, I'm sure she's scared. Hospitals aren't exactly the most welcoming environment and I don't think she expected to end up there at all." Chloe reasoned. "She'll calm down after a few days. And maybe she'll meet kids who are going through the same thing as her. That could help."

"As long as no one has a bad influence on her…"

"Becs, come on. Most of the patients in there are probably really good kids, just like Jaiden." Chloe assured her.

"I hope so."

"Alright, subject change. Do you want to start going to Bella's rehearsals again?" Chloe asked.

"Oh," Beca frowned at the sudden question. "Well, I guess we can now, right?"

"Yeah. I mean, I'm sure they're fine without us, especially with Aubrey there. I just know that you love music."

"They're just going to ask so many questions about what happened. But I'll send a mix into Aubrey so she doesn't have to worry about composing too," Beca paused, considering the other girl. "Unless you really want back into it?"

"Nope," Chloe shook her head. "I told you I'm fine. I just don't want the other girls to think we, you know, abandoned them."

"I'm sure they don't. Stacie's probably told them a lot of what happened anyways." Chloe said. The two girls sat in silence for a few minutes; drinking their drinks and enjoying each other's company.

"I will never be able to thank you for sticking with us through all this." Beca said softly. Her girlfriend looked away from the window and her blue eyes softened. "Every time something happens, part of me just expects you to pack your bags and get the hell out of this shit show. But you stay, every time."

"Of course I stay. I love you. I'm not going anywhere, Beca. I don't know about you, but I plan on spending the rest of my life with you." Chloe told her. The redhead's grip tightened on her hand and Beca squeezed it back.

"I plan on that too."

"Can we please be done?" Jaiden leaned against the back of her chair in frustration and closed her eyes. She had been sitting across from Dr. Wilson for an entire hour and a half, going over every shitty thing she could remember about growing up with her mother and Ted after she separated from her father. They talked about her school and her friends and even Cici, which was less than easy to bring up, and she was far too exhausted for it only being 9:40 in the morning.

"Jaiden, you know you're going to need to put in a lot of work if you want to get well enough to leave here."

"I know," Jaiden said defensively. "Can I ask a question?"

"Of course." Dr. Wilson nodded.

"Why's Emily here? Her parents didn't send her here because of yesterday morning, did they?"

"You know I can't discuss other patients' reasons for admittance," Dr. Wilson sighed. "But no, they didn't send her here because of that. Emily got herself here, just like you did."

"She cuts, doesn't she?" Dr. Wilson gave her a surprised look and Jaiden rolled her eyes. "Please, it wasn't that hard to guess."

"I'm not going to answer that. You want to get to know some of the other patients, ask them yourself." The older woman told her.

"Fair enough. So what's the rest of my treatment?" The last word rolled off of Jaiden's tongue with a bit of sarcasm and Dr. Wilson pursed her lips. Although she liked Jaiden, she knew that she was going to be a difficult patient. Her willingness to get better wouldn't mask her obvious pride.

"Well, you're going to come see me every morning. Then you have a group session, not with David," She clarified before Jaiden could protest. "Then you'll have some free time. There's living space in the ward that a lot of the girls like to hang out in. We'll administer your meds before quiet hours."

"And that's every day?" Jaiden winced.

"Yes ma'am."

"Jesus Christ." The teenager slumped down in her chair and she rubbed her temples.

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