Hold Up, I Love You?

Eleven.

(Chloe's POV)

I was dead. I had to be dead. I opened my eyes to find a bright light, and looked over to see a gorgeous girl in a white sweater. "Are you an angel?" I asked her, still in a slight haze. "Am I in Heaven?"

"No, Chloe, you're not in Heaven, and I am far from an angel." She smirked. "It's nice to hear your voice and see you awake though, I was afraid I'd never see those beautiful blue eyes of yours again."

I cocked an eyebrow. "Where am I?" I looked around and found myself in a bed, hooked up to some wires. I was in a hospital. "Why am I in a hospital? Am I okay?"

"You tried to jump off a bridge, but when I went to catch you, you only hit your head on some cement instead. You have been unconscious for a week." The brunette took one of my hands in hers. "You scared the shit out of me, baby. I thought I'd never see you again."

I retracted my hand and gave her an odd look. "Baby?" I didn't know this woman, why was she touching me and calling me pet names? "Who are you?"

The girl's face dropped. She looked like she had just seen a ghost. "I- Um... I'm gonna go get the doctor." The girl rushed out, and before the door could shut completely I heard her break out into sobs. I didn't know what I did to make her so sad, but now I felt guilty. 

Soon after she left a man in a lab coat walked in. "Hello, nice to see you awake. I'm Dr. Stephens." He smiled. The girl walked back into the room, wiping her face with her sleeves. Her eyes were red and puffy, telling me she must have been crying pretty hard. "Can you tell me your name?" The doctor asked.

"Chloe? I think? That's what she called me." I said pointing at the small woman. "I don't know what the rest of my name is."

"Your name is Chloe Anne Mitchell." The Doctor told me. "Do you know who this woman is?" He asked pointing to the girl in the white sweater. I shook my head. "Her name is Beca Mitchell."

"Are we sisters?" We're both Mitchell's, so that must mean we're sisters. That might be why she got upset that I didn't recognize her. Why can't I recognize her? The girl's face showed how upset she was. Apparently sisters wasn't the correct answer either.

"No, Mrs. Mitchell. You and Beca are married." Dr. Stephens said. Married? Wait what? This woman looked to be seventeen, maybe nineteen? How would we be married? Not only that, but she's a woman. I am completely straight. I think. She was really attractive. No, no, no. I'm straight. The woman and I just stared at each other for a while, I searched her navy eyes for some sort of memory, but nothing came up. "Do you remember anything about yourself?"

I thought for a while. If I was honest I didn't even remember what I looked like. "No, I'm sorry.  I can't. I feel like I should, but I can't." Beca's eyes shut tightly, and her breathing looked forced, as if she was trying her best to keep it steady.  "I remember something about liking vanilla ice cream."

"You hate vanilla. You always complain it's too boring. Your favorite is rocky road." Beca told me with a sullen tone. "We can go get some ice cream later, if you want."

"Okay..." I nodded. Was I going home with her? I mean yes she is my wife (apparently) but I knew nothing about her! "When do I get out of here?"

"Some time this afternoon or tomorrow morning. But if you really want we can have ice cream sent up to your room." Dr. Stephens wrote some stuff down. "Okay, I will be back in about an hour to test some things. Beca, why don't you try and tell Chloe about herself?"

The doctor left and I was left with the short brunette who looked at me, unsure of what to say. "Hi." Beca finally said in a quiet voice. "I'm Beca."