Beca is the wealthy CEO of her company and business, B.M. Records, but she cares little about the feelings of other people. Chloe is a cheerful, easy going, and lovely veterinarian who runs her own animal hospital. After both meet due to unlikely an...
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Beca's POV I was shot. One of those asshole's bullets actually hit me. I knew I couldn't go to the hospital because that would mean my dad would have to come here with my step mother and my little step monster brother would come too.I also knew that this situation could draw attention to my company and I don't want to be on every news outlet in the world. Shit. This is a lose, lose situation.
I started feeling weak and dizzy and knew I would have to sit somewhere soon, so my death isn't too painful.I just knew my time was running out and it's fricking raining.
I went down an alley and on the other side of this alley, there was a building with a roof large enough to cover me. Under the roof of the building, outside of the place, I sat down, applying pressure to my bullet wound to stop more blood from flowing out. I wonder what would happen if I stuck a tampon in here. Wait. Beca focus on breathing. Inhale. Exhale. Inhal-.
Chloe's POV Seriously, why does it have to be raining now. There's so much traffic and it's dark. I need a break from biking.
I started walking around and eventually got lost, so I don't really know where I am. Whoops. But I do really need to find shelter right now, before it starts raining harder.
Walking my bike under a building, I saw someone sleeping in front of the door. I was about to walk around them, but heard a groan from them and saw blood on their hands and near their lower abdomen. Fearing that this person would die, I was about to call the police, until she said, "Don't call them".
Instead of calling the cops and still scared, I used google maps to direct me back to my office and left my bike behind, helping this person back to my place.
Gosh, why is she so heavy?And why is she wearing such nice clothes? And how is her skin so clear? Why is this walk so long? Okay Chloe focus, only a few steps to go.
Reaching my hospital, I grabbed a bunch of random surgical tools to help this persons wound to close. I'm not very experienced with humans, but animals in some way are similar right?
Laying a blanket down on the floor, I laid the woman down on the floor as well. Before I could start touching her, I somehow would need to get her approval or consent to do this "surgery" to her. The only logical way of doing this was shaking her shoulders back and forth to wake her up. Since that wasn't working, I hit her face a few times saying, "If you can hear me nod". When she opened her eyes for a bit, I quickly asked, "Miss, I'm a vet, but I am also not licensed to treat a human. But right now, I need to give you an IV and I need your permission to be doing this. Is that okay?". She nodded a little and I immediately started.
Putting on my gloves, I knew what I had to do first. I had to check the wound, which meant I would have to remove her shirt.
"Okay Chloe, be professional, be professional.", I said to myself. I quickly removed her blazer and then her buttoned up shirt. Her skin looked soft and beautiful. Looking a little more up her body, her bra looked amazing. I wonder where she got it from?
After hitting myself for getting distracted by my own thoughts, I looked at the incision again. It seemed to be a bullet wound. Was the bullet still in there? Mentally preparing myself to look if the bullet was still in there took a few seconds, but when I looked it wasn't too bad. I just had to pull out the bullet, luckily it wasn't in too deep. Unfortunately for her though, I'm not legally allowed to give her anesthetic, so it's going to hurt like hell for her. To keep her quiet I put a towel in her mouth, hopefully she could still hang in there and endure the pain.
After pulling the bullet out, applying pressure to the wound, wiping off some of the blood, and stitching it up, I was about to get up, but she grabbed my hand. And even though I was extremely tired and worn out, something stopped me from leaving. I could've sworn I heard her whisper, "Stay". Rather than fighting, I just gave up and laid down next to her. Falling asleep eventually, while still holding her hand.
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3rd Person POV Beca finally woke up as the light from the morning sun came down, shining on her. When she first woke up, the thoughts of last nights events didn't occur to her. All she thought of was where was she and why she holding hands with the red head that spoke back to her about Fluffles. Looking down and seeing herself only in her bra made her worry for a bit, until she started to vaguely remember last night.
She remembered getting kidnapped and getting hurt, but she doesn't remember how she got here or how this red head covered up her wound. Beca looked in her pocket for her phone to find tons of messages from Miss White.
Beca knew that she would have to leave soon, but wanted to thank the lady for taking care of her and she also needed a new shirt.
Beca finally let go of Chloe's hand and went to look around this place. When Beca found a closet, she grabbed a random T-shirt and put the shirt on. After that, she looked for a piece of paper to write her contact information on for when Chloe would wake up. The paper said, "Thank you. Contact Miss White, so we can discuss how I am to repay you for what you did. -BM". After leaving the note on her front desk, Beca called Miss White to quickly send a taxi or anything to pick her up at Sabell Animal Hospital. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ After Beca had left, Chloe was still left asleep. However, Muffins, Chloe's cat, was wide awake. She walked all over the place as she waited for Chloe to wake up. While doing so, Muffins accidentally hit the paper Beca had left behind into Chloe's trash bin. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Chloe's POV What the heck. Ughhhhh. Why did I sleep on the floor? My back hurts.
Slowly, but surely taking my time to wake up for the day took me about 2 hours. The first thirty minutes was used on trying to remember what happened last night. Another thirty minutes of stretching and rolling around trying to convince myself to get off the floor. Then the other hour for feeding Muffins, showering, and changing my clothes.
Remembering last night was quite odd. The women who's life I basically saved, left nothing behind. Who knows, I probably will never see her again. I just hope it was worth not calling 911 because whatever her reasoning was, it must've been a literal life or death situation.
