I am Titanium [Pitch Perfect AU]

Announcement and Therapy

Yay, second chapter! I have 6 already written, as I posted it on FanFiction.net first.

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Enjoy this chapter, you awesome nerds!

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The next few days, Beca couldn't think about anything else. It still didn't fully hit her yet, but that didn't mean she wasn't aware of it. She had been down ever since she got her diagnosis, not that anyone would fault her for it - if they knew, that is. That's right, Beca hadn't told anyone about her tumour. She was too afraid. She knew she shouldn't be - that it was stupid to be - but there was still the nagging at the back of her head saying 'what if they walk out on me?'. In fact, she hadn't even cracked a smile, it was getting to her so bad.

After finally realising that this tumour wasn't going to just pack its bags and move to Canada, Beca decided to do a quick Google search on her specific cancer; see if it'll relieve some very much unwanted stress. Everyone at the radio station was packing up for the day and heading home, but Beca stayed in her seat, staring at the screen in front of her.

Apparently, the only way to get treated is through chemotherapy and surgical removing of the tumour [but I suppose you've already guessed that]. Risks of surgery included: amputation of limbs, paralysis or death, none of which sounding particular pleasing to Beca.

However, she did discover that she had a fifty-percent survival rate! That was something; right?

The bus ride home wasn't much help. She would've called Amy to give her a lift, but she hadn't really spoken to the Aussie much since getting her diagnosis. Why? She didn't know know. Bottling things up if kinda what Beca does best. Being open about things gave her a sense of vulnerability, a feeling she wasn't really keen on. Not bothering to put her headphones on, Beca simply watched the world whiz past, pondering upon what she had found out and nibbling at her fingernails. Sighing, she rubbed at her eye, those restless nights finally catching up to her.

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That night, Beca had finally convinced herself to tell Jesse the heart-shattering news. Thankfully, she managed to get it out without breaking down into a hysterical mess of snot and tears.

"Oh, Beca," Jesse said softly, but before he could get anything else out, Beca cut him off.

"Look, Jess," she said, looking her boyfriend dead in the eye, "I'm not expecting you to take all this on." She decided to make light of things by saying, "it's not like we're married or anything." Beca huffed a small laugh to herself before breathing a sigh. "If you wanna bail,  then go ahead. I won't blame you." Jesse looked at her with a perplexed expression. "I mean, not that I want you to," Beca rushed out.

Jesse held Beca's face between his large hands. I'm not going to bail on you, Beca." He gave her a reassuring smile. "I'm here for you, okay?"

It took Beca a while to answer. Jesse was taking this surprisingly well. She was sure that her boyfriend would walk out there and then, claiming he couldn't take care of a cancer patient. But he was being a caring, understanding person - this was the man she fell in love with.

"Thank you," beca finnlly said as Jesse moved in to embrace her.

"It's going to be okay," he whispered, placing a soft kiss on her cheek. "I promise." Beca was sure she heard Jesse's voice crack.