Dirty Little Secret

41.

Chloe's POV
Beca died for 11 minutes in the back of the ambulance. At that short moment, it felt like everything had gone, i was all alone and no one could help me. I had held her hand for the entire time in the back and it was in those 11 minutes that i felt like i wasn't holding her hand anymore, like she was already gone, and i was holding the hand of a stranger. Then when i heard the beeps, the relief i felt then was like nothing i could've ever experienced. I'd been holding my breath for so long, I'm sure i nearly passed out. But my little Beca was alive, just...but she was alive.

I sit now, with her mom and Cammie in the family waiting area whilst Beca was in life saving surgery to remove the bullet from her pancreas. There were no exit wounds, so the bullet must have been in there somewhere, the trajectory shows that its most likely destination is her pancreas, yet they just have to dig. My hands were still painted in dry blood that i was trying to rub off, sitting with my elbows on my knees and crying so it dripped onto the floor. Her mom and Cammie were sitting cuddling and Cammie had an arm linked with mine as we all snivelled and weeped.

"Mrs Mitchell?" A voice spoke and all three of our heads shot up as a man in a white coat with a clipboard stood there and pushed his large rimmed glasses upon his head.

"Yes?" Jules uttered softly.

"The surgery was a success..." he smiled and all three of us sighed in relief, "however she lost a lot of blood and is very weak" he shook his head regrettably. Jules put her head in her hands and ran her fingers into her hair.

"Will she be okay?" She asked nervously. He hesitated.

"Lets...just...see how the night goes" he gave us a stiff smile, "you can go in and see her now" he paused when all three of us stood, "just two at a time please, although she's in a coma there's a lot of stress that can be put on her" he nodded and gave us a sympathetic smile. I looked at Jules and Cammie.

"You two go, i'll see her when you're done" i said, much to my dislike, the two nodded and stood up, walking down the short corridor together. So i sat back in my chair, slouched down and cried: hysterically. I cried and cried, catching the unwanted attention of quite a few people. Someone sat beside me and i peeled my hands away from my face and noticed a young man in scrubs with what smelt like a steaming cup of coffee. He only looked about 12 but he smiled warmly at me, not in a judgey way, but in a 'you seem sad, I'm happy, so hello' kind of way. He passed me the hot plastic cup and i gave him a twitchy smile.

"This might be a stupid question, but are you okay?" He asked quietly, i snivelled and shook my head before raising the cup to my dry lips and taking a short sip of the scalding liquid.

"No" i muttered, nursing the cup and running my thumb delicately along the rim of it and let my tears drip willingly onto my hand.

"You're too pretty to be crying, what's happened?" I chuckled at his words.

"My girlfriend was attacked and shot and she's only just hanging on" i weeped out, trying to bite back any sobs, but it didn't work.

"Oh I'm sorry" he whispered and hesitantly put a hand on my back and patted it awkwardly.

"Thats okay" i replied and used my knuckle to wipe my tears. He thrust a tissue into my hand and i thanked him quietly and wiped under my eyes.

"Listen, miss, I'm sorry to leave but i must get back to work," he told me, smiling with a squint, i gave him a smile too.

"No, thats okay, go. If its all the same, id rather be alone" i said, he put a hand on my shoulder then left me, i faced away from everyone and let the tears just fall. I saw Jules and Cammie walking back over and i stood up quickly.