bleeding tears

Little patient

Chloe's POV:

My alarm scared the shit out of me when it rang. It was 6am. Obviously I had fallen asleep again for those one and a half hours. I felt like a
truck had just run me over.

I made my way to the bathroom and got ready.

At the hospital I bought myself some breakfast and a cup of coffee, strong coffee of course.
I decided to visit Arizona in pediatrics and stepped into the elevator.

I usually took the stairs because I was pretty claustrophobic but today I really didn't find the power to walk up all those stairs. As the doors of the elevator closed I shut my eyes and tried to concentrate on something else. Even though this elevator was kind of huge it always took a lot of courage.

When I finally arrived on the 5th floor I looked out for my blonde girlfriend.
I found her checking up on the new born babies and rushed towards her. "Hey just wanted to say good morning", I greeted her and placed a gentle kiss on her cheek.
"Good morning. Is that coffee for me?", she wanted to know when she noticed the cup in my hand. "Oh...no that's mine", I answered and symbolized as I took a sip.
"Anyways, gotta go. Just wanted to see you", I lied and walked away, leaving her stand there in confusion.

It wasn't that much of a lie because I wanted to see her but not because I missed her so much but because I wanted to see her one more time to make sure that what I was about to do was the right thing.

I was two meters away from Beca's room when I got paged. "Ugh fuck it", I demonstrated and changed direction.

"Doctor Beale, we are overloaded. There are so many patients in the ER but not enough trauma doctors. Could you please take over those little cases for today? Like the little cuts or the broken arms?", Owen wanted to know from me as I stood in front of him. "Excuse me?", I was taken a little bit by surprise. "Yes, I checked your schedule and you don't have anything important today," the man made clear and handed me over the tablet. "Fine", I replied, obviously annoyed, and took the electronic device.

"Hello little man, what happened to your forehead?", I asked the young boy sweetly as I approached him. His mom was standing right next to him. He was about 5 years old and had a little cut on his forehead which was bleeding. "I fell from my scooter", he responded shyly and looked at me with big eyes. "Aww, does it hurt a lot? Will you let me check it?", I wanted to know from him and the kid nodded.

Carefully I took a closer look.

"Seems like we need to stitch it up", I stated. He winced. "Oh no, hey, don't be scared. It'll only be one, two, three small stitches", I counted with my fingers.
The boy shook his head and started crying. "Mommy", he sobbed and grabbed his mother's hand. "What's your name?", I asked trying to calm him down. "Lewis", he mumbled hardly audible.

Beca's POV:

I was pretty sure that had been Chloe's voice in front of my door. Why hadn't she come in? Did I do anything wrong to her?
I really wanted to see her since I was feeling very well today.
I even managed to put on some make up.
Apparently she wasn't as keen on seeing me as I was on seeing her...

What do you think Chloe wanted to do before she got paged?