Manhunt (Sequel to Bechloe - Chicago was a mistake)

Chapter 12 - Forget and Forgive

*TRIGGER WARNING: I'M SORRY!!!*

Narrator's POV

Once the girls awoke to a new day it was not out of choice but because of a team of staff. Chloe had got the hint and left, much to the brunette's dismay. They had to ask some routine questions and such to make sure there were no complications but with anaesthesia still running in her system along with the injuries, the protocol had to be followed. They didn't run into that many problems at all. She had actually been doing better than was expected (and feared) which concerned some more than others. The girl had been expected to wake up but it was extremely uncommon for her to be perfectly fine, the girl had died for crying out loud. Chloe had been silently asked to leave when the staff first entered. She may have wanted to protect the smaller girl but there's only so long she could ignore the disapproving glares she received. The test were long and boring, as were the speeches and the questions and just everything about the situation. The entire time Chloe was eager to get back in the room and so were the others, girls, once they realised she was awake. They were all crowded around the door as they waited for the group of doctors and nurses alike to leave. Chloe hadn't been completely sure that what Beca had said the night before was true so she didn't mention anything to the rest of the group. Beca had seemed too calm for her to believe something was wrong, visibly she wasn't freaking out but on the inside, it was a bloody shit storm. When the group finally came out of the room the girls on the other side were eager to go in but were stopped before they could. Some of the group from Beca's room dispersed but a couple stayed to explain some things they would need to know. They also dropped the big memory loss bomb. To say their audience was speechless would be an understatement. Their reactions were expected and they were returned with something that could be good news.
"It may not be permanent. A lot of patients will lose their memory after a medically induced coma due to the anaesthesia. Once it is completely out of her system in about 4 months she should hopefully regain her memory, if not then it may be a result of head trauma or possibly PTSD. We have no idea what she went through." It was a lot for them to swallow but eventually, they did and took turns going in to talk to her. Everyone was cautious not to freak her out which mildly frustrated the patient. Having just come out of a hospital in her alternate reality just to wake up in another was infuriating and having everyone walk on eggshells around you just made that worse.

It had been a while since she'd woken up when she was finally allowed to go home, only with the promise of hospital visits of course. She wanted desperately to make sense of her timeline but it was like trying to complete a 1000 piece puzzle with 20 pieces, infuriating and difficult for everyone involved. It was made even worse when she'd ask questions and people weren't even able to answer for lack of knowing. On the bright side, when she went to a hotel with Chloe and some of the others she found that she owned puppies. She hadn't been expecting them and no one had thought to tell her they existed. Luna and Arlo were more than overjoyed to see her, jumping and running all over the place since the puppies just didn't know what to do with their excitement. Beca was moderately terrified at first but soon relaxed and even fell asleep that night with Luna's head on her stomach. The simple gesture filling her with an unexpected calm.

Days later she was in what was apparently her home. It was a lot grander than she had expected but she certainly wasn't complaining. As she explored the place it was almost as if she were discovering a new her. She found her 'home' to be missing something, she had no idea but there was something, maybe it was just her that was missing.

Beca's POV

I got pretty excited as we pulled up my supposed driveway. I looked down at my left hand to find it shaking. It was accompanied by an odd feeling that was tolerantly painful. I put it down to nerves but was a little confused since it had been that way basically since I'd woken up but for that moment I chose to focus on what was in front of me. I'd dreamed my entire life to make it in the music industry and do what I loved for a living. I just couldn't believe I'd actually done it. My first hint was when I walked out of the hospital to find cameras and phones pointed at me. It was incredibly overwhelming but was nothing compared to my apparent fans that practically begged for autographs, hugs, pictures, everything. I wanted so badly to just stay and answer each of their requests but each time I did more came and I just didn't have the energy or ability to do everything that was asked. I started to feel a little light headed but tried to power through. When these people had first surrounded me my friends had been shunned away. As more people came up to me they were pushed further and further away. I didn't think anything of it at the time but as the questions became deeper and more personal I just needed to get away. The bathroom ended up being my escape for a bit until Amy shoved through the group to rescue me. I was left to think about the scenario as we drove back to California.