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The next week was slow. Beca worked on her music, worked out and hang out with Jesse, but still found herself alone in her dorm with nothing to do. This made her think too much about the way she treated Chloe.. She decided to keep her distance, hoping that the other girl would just forget about what happened, so they could go on as distant team mates. That would suffice for one year. However, Beca soon found out that Chloe was not one to let things go, as she had received multiple texts over the course of the week enquiring her well-being.

Beca had seen Chloe at practice, but had successfully avoided her for the better part. She did respond to the texts, but mostly with a simple "fine". The texts made her feel more guilty, which in turn made her feel angry at herself. This showed in the way she played.

They had some friendly matches planned on Friday and Sunday that week. In the Friday match, Beca started again at midfield, and had been bugged by her direct opponent the entire first half. The other girl was quick on the ball and managed to pass Beca on a few occasions, who got increasingly frustrated. Eventually Coach Smith pulled her off the field after she got a warning for a foul on the player. She let out a frustrated groan, threw down her stick and dropped down on the bench at the far end. Dawson looked worried and crouched down in front of her.

"What's going on?"

"She's been passing me all day. I can't get a grip on her."

"You know that is not what I'm talking about. Something has been off the entire week. I asked Chloe if something happened, but she wouldn't say anything. So please tell me."

Beca was happily surprised at Chloe's loyalty, she figured her captain had already spoken to Dawson. Still, now really wasn't a good time to talk about it. She just wanted to get back out there and win.

"I'm fine, just a bit frustrated."

Dawson looked at her with an incredulous look, which then turned stern.

"You better get it together before the next match. We do not tolerate this kind of aggressive behaviour on the field, even if you're frustrated."

The match ended with Beca still on the bench. She tried to make a quick exit but was stopped by Aubrey on the way to the showers.

"Aubrey, I'm really not up for a speech right now."

"Not my problem. What is my problem, is that you seem to be looking for trouble. I put my trust in you and your penalty corner. It would be quite hard to score from one if you're sitting in the sin bin, isn't it? And don't even get me started on your lack of team spirit. You haven't exactly been friendly the past week. Consider this a warning. I know ten other girls who would happily take your place if I called them right now. Playing hockey is not just individual skills, it is also teamwork, sportsmanship and hard work. You really need to start showing me that."

Beca actually agreed with her blonde captain on this, and she knew she hadn't been on her best behaviour the past week. She was trying her best to get herself together, but once the demons in her head had taken over, she felt like she lost the control. She needed to stay on the team, though, so she just needed to try harder. She nodded at her captain.

"I know, I will try"

This satisfied her captain, who took off towards the dressing rooms. Now she heard new footsteps behind her and she turned around to see Jesse walk up to her.

"Good game, Mitchell. I will be sure never to cross you, though. You looked like you were about to rip that girl's head off."

Beca shrugged. "Thanks, I was just frustrated. I got carried away."

"Yeah, maybe not the best display of sportsmanship, but you're a badass. If you can channel that aggression into your game, you will definitely be this team's best chance on a championship."

"Thanks. I'm going to hit the showers, I'll see you later, okay? Thanks for coming!"

Jesse nodded, gave her a quick hug and took off. Beca walked in the direction of the sports centre, when she saw a flash of red at the entrance. Apparently keeping her distance had done the job, because Chloe didn't approach her, but started walking in the other direction. She now saw Aubrey run after her. Wondering about what she had just witnessed, she made her way to the showers.

The next day Beca couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong with Chloe. She hadn't seen or heard from her captain, which wasn't really surprising considering her recent behaviour, but she replayed the scene she had witnessed over in her head. She want to focus too long on the issue, since she had her own issues. She needed to do well the next game and keep her aggression in check. This would require all of her focus.

Their match on Sunday was an hour drive away. The captains had rented a small bus large enough to fit the team in. Their coaches would drive separately, so they had a bit of time to talk over their game plan. The ride was quiet, as it was still early. Beca had not really gotten a good look at Chloe this morning, since she had been late and immediately sat down next to Aubrey in the front after she entered the vehicle.

Warmups before the game went well, she tried to channel the angry feeling still lingering inside her into her game, which resulted in some nice drag flicks. This calmed her down a bit. Chloe seemed to be a different case altogether, her injections had been far from perfect and eventually Lilly had taken over.

The match was against a long-time rival they would also face in the regular match would really show them where they stood at the moment. It would also be a good opportunity to intimidate them with their newfound penalty corner specialist. Even though it was a friendly match, it felt as though a lot was riding on this game and Beca felt the tension.

As soon as the whistle blew, it was game on. Their opponents were clearly not holding back, so Barden responded with high pressure on the ball. This earned them an early penalty corner. Lilly's injection was perfect, followed by a good stop from Stacy and an explosive drag flick from Beca. The ball hit the net and the defense could only watch on helplessly.

After this first penalty corner, they seemed to have it out for Beca. During the course of the first half, some nasty fouls had been made against her, and she was starting to lose her cool. She had played more aggressive in response, which earned her another speech during half time. She tried to explain to Aubrey that it was not her fault this time, but of course the other girl wouldn't listen.

When Beca stepped back on the field after halftime, she could swear that the entire opposing team was glaring at her. She couldn't do anything but glare back, and decided to get back at them using her skill, not her aggression. This was really hard, though, when she needed to ride through multiple stick checks and concealed pushes. Eventually she did earn the second penalty corner and got ready at the top of the D.

They would do the exact same routine, seeing as it was extremely effective the first time around. Beca saw the first runner looking intently at her through her mask. She looked to Lilly instead, after she positioned herself behind Stacy. She gave a small nod and Lilly injected. Again the injection was very good, and Beca felt the ball fly of her stick.

Before she could look up to see if the ball had hit its intended target, she felt a body slam into her. Something hard hit her right above her eyebrow and she fell backwards. She hit her head hard on the turf and immediately everything went black. After what felt like mere seconds, but could have been minutes, she felt a hand on her cheek and a voice calling her name.

"Beca, are you okay? Beca, please respond. Talk to me."

She opened her eyes, but immediately closed them when the light came in. She wanted to say something, but the wind had been knocked out of her, and she could only take sharp breaths. She felt a hand take a hold of hers, and she squeezed it slightly. Slowly she became more aware of her environment. She felt the wet turf beneath her. She also heard a familiar voice shouting at someone. It took her a while to realize Aubrey was in fact not shouting at her, but at someone from the opponent's team. Then she heard a second voice, this one she recognized as Dawson's.

Beca, honey, I need you to open your eyes for a second, can you do that for me?"

Beca complied, but had to use all her strength to keep them open. She tried to focus on the blur of red she saw at her side. This helped a bit, and slowly her vision became sharper. She could now distinguish separate features in Chloe's face and saw the shock and worry sketched on it.

Chloe looked away from Beca when Dawson addressed her. "I think she has a concussion. It is best to have it checked out at the hospital. I also think her eyebrow needs some stitches. I need you to make sure she stays conscious, so keep talking to her and ask her to respond. Can you do that? "

Chloe nodded and looked back at Beca. Dawson now addressed the girl lying on the ground. "We're going to take you to the hospital in my car. I will carry you to the car. If you start feeling nauseous or feel like you are about to pass out, you need to tell me, okay?"

Beca gave her the smallest of nods.

"Good. Meanwhile, focus on Chloe, try to talk to her if you can. Everything will be fine."

With surprising strength for her slender frame, Dawson picked up Beca and started carrying her towards the car. Chloe was talking to Beca, and the brunette tried her best to focus and respond. She was unaware of the scene that had arisen on the field. Aubrey was fuming. She was screaming at the girl that had bodyslammed Beca. This resulted in the referees getting involved. They had claimed that it had not been intentional, but no one on the Barden team believed this. Currently they were refusing the play on, both for their own safety and because they wouldn't be able to focus anyway.

Dawson, Beca and Chloe made it to the car without too much trouble. Dawson put Beca in the back seat, and Chloe slid in from the other side. They told Beca to lie down, and she did so with her head in her captain's lap. The other girl caressed her hair as she kept talking to Beca. Beca didn't really register what was being said, but she did manage to nod at the right times. They were at the hospital in no time and Beca was immediately put on a bed and got a neck brace.

A number of photos and examinations later, Beca was cleared with a concussion and a few stitches in her eyebrow. She had gotten some strong painkillers, and was nodding off against Chloe's shoulder in the car ride back. The doctors had given the instruction that Beca was to be woken up every two hours. Dawson had offered that she could take on that task, but Chloe said she would stay with the girl for the night. Beca was so close to sleeping during this discussion, that she had been unable to voice an opinion.

They arrived at Beca's dorm very late. After Chloe woke her up, she was unaware of what was going on for a second, before she realized where they were. Chloe walked her to her dorm and urged Beca to sit on her bed. She then collected some sleep clothes for the girl. Beca wasn't in any state to dress or undress herself, so Chloe helped her. In no time, Beca had changed and was vast asleep in her bed.

Chloe found a towel and some of Beca's clothes that would be suitable to sleep in. She took a quick shower before setting a few alarms to help her wake up every two hours. Then she looked around to find a couch she could crash on. Of course, she had forgotten that Beca was a freshman, so the girl slept in a tiny dorm room with just two beds. The other bed was occupied at the moment and Chloe didn't have a choice. She slid into bed next to Beca and as soon as she did so, she felt an arm around her waist. She couldn't fight sleep for long and quickly dozed off.