CHLOE'S POINT OF VIEW
"What do you mean they won't let you in, Nick?"
"Chloe, they said ICU is family only, and you're the only person I know that Beca listed as family. She didn't even list her parents!"
I smiled a little to myself hearing Nick say this. I'm the only one? Ha, how cute. Wait. I snapped back into reality. It's been 3 days. Three whole days since Beca's accident and I'm just getting on my plane now. I've barely slept, eaten. No one knows how she's doing. The not knowing is the worst part.. I hope she's okay.
"Nick, I'm about to board. Can you have a car ready for me when I get there? I know I took myself off of our bank account, but I'll-" Nick cut me off before I could finish.
"It's okay, Chloe. I'm sure Beca won't care. You're the exception."
I smiled again, "Thanks, Nick. I'll be there soon." I hung up and made my way to the jet walk. I paused before stepping onto the walk and whispered to myself, "I'm coming, Beca. I'll be there soon."
It was 5 A.M.. The flight from Georgia to Florida was only 3 hours, so it wasn't that bad. It gave me a lot of time to think to myself.. Beca was trying to get me back. She was going to propose. She's hurt because of me.. This is all because of me. I should have just stuck it out. I should have just stayed. Now Beca's hurt and it's all my fault.
I pulled out my laptop, and of course a picture of Beca and I was my background. I opened my photos and just scrolled through. Photo after photo was Beca; me and Beca; Beca and I with the Bellas; Beca and I with our families. It was never ending. Beca was my life. I stopped scrolling when I came to a video of us. It was a video I took when we hung Beca's first gold record in the apartment.
"Beca, haha, baby, look at the camera! Look!"
Beca was staring at the framed record that rested on the floor, against the wall. A smile came over her face when she heard me talk. She turned towards me and ran at the camera. She kissed the lens and laughed.
"Love you, baby. Thank you so much for supporting me and loving me and staying at the studio with me and buying me food at 4 A.M. whenever I worked really late haha and thank you thank you thank you for being wonderful at all times!" She said into the camera.
"Come on, Beca. Let's hang this up!" I rested the camera against a book and walked over to the frame. I picked it up and handed it to Beca. I wrapped my arms around her from that back and placed a kiss on her cheek as she placed the frame on the wall. We both stood for a minute in admiration of Beca's hand work.
"I'm so proud of you, babe." I said into Beca's ear. She turned around in my arms pressed her lips against mine. Beca grabbed my butt and I squealed. I laughed and let go of her. I started taking off my shirt and ran out of the shot. Beca walked up to the camera and winked before turning it off.
I kept scrolling through my photos and videos. My chest was burning. The thought of Beca and I not being together and her being in the hospital.. It was too much.
My flight landed around 8:30. I met Nick at the baggage claim. "Is a car ready?" I asked Nick, practically running outside, ready to walk if there wasn't one waiting.
"Right outside, Ms. Beale. How was the flight? Need anything?"
"Eye opening. Uhm, just take my bag to the apartment and then send me Beca's insurance claim so that I can fill everything out." I replied, forgetting that we broke up.
"Got it. Good luck." Nick grabbed my bag and we parted ways.
I got to the hospital around 9:15. I speed walked inside and right up to the front desk.
"Beca Mitchell's room, please." I said forcefully at the receptionist, out of breath.
"I'm sorry. Ms. Mitchell is in ICU. So it's family only." The lady replied with a bit of an attitude.
"I'm her girlfriend. Chloe Beale. I'm her emergency contact. I should be allowed in."
"Oh, okay. Yes, Ms. Beale, you're on the list. She's in room 310. Third floor to the left. Tell the woman at the front desk your name and she'll let you right in."
I ran into the elevator and pushed the 3rd floor button 20 times. I was nervous. The elevator moved slower than a dead animal. When the doors finally opened, I made my way to the front desk. I froze in fear when a group of nurses and doctors rushed past me with a patient on a gurney. They were all saying these serious sounding medical phrases and calling a 'code red.' I had to find Beca. I asked the much nicer front desk lady what room Beca was in and she just pointed down a long hallway. The front desk woman told me to wait as she called a doctor to tell them who I was, but I couldn't. I pretty much sprinted down the hall while I heard a doctor calling my name.
"Ms. Beale! Ms. Beale, please wait! Ms. Beale, before you go in yo-"
I turned around, irritated. I cut him off, "That's my girlfriend. I don't care how hurt she is. She's. My. Girlfriend. I have to see her." I ran into Beca's room and went right to her side. There were burns on her face and a noticeable closed wound on her head. Seeing her in this state of pain broke my heart. I placed both hands on the side of her face and kissed all around her burns.
"Oh my God, Beca, baby, oh my gosh." Beca didn't say anything. The doctor who had been following me came into the room.
"Uhm.. Ms. Beale.." He said, sounding concerned.
"What? What's wrong?" I turned around and asked. He just stared at me. I turned my attention back to Beca, who had removed my hands from her face. What's going on?
"Beca? What's wrong?" Beca looked at me. She looked as if she was about to cry.
Then she stuttered out, "I- I'm sorry... I- I just.. I don't remember who you are.."
