bleeding tears

Risky ideas

Beca's POV:

The next day I was excitedly waiting for Chloe.
I didn't feel really well and the night had been rough. "Three more days, Beca", I said to myself and inhaled deeply.

"Good morning", Chloe shouted happily when she burst into the room. "Morning", I managed to answer. "Today is not the best huh?", Chloe noticed and came closer. I nodded and let her hug me.

"I brought you some breakfast", the redhead declared and unpacked the paper bag she had brought with her. "I didn't know what you like so I got different things", she explained, "I got a croissant, a piece of cake and some donuts."
"I'll take the croissant. Thank you", I expressed my gratitude and bit into the golden croissant. "You should eat something as well", I ordered and handed her one of the donuts. "Oh, I'm not hungry", the ginger tried to avoid it.

"Chloe!", her name left my mouth a little bit louder. She winced and without another word she started eating. "See, it will give you the energy you need", I pointed out and stroked her arm.

"By the way I called the therapist for you. She said she'd gladly try to help you.
Your therapy starts on Wednesday at 2pm. It's every week at the same time", I told her and I could tell that she wasn't impressed. "Okay, thanks", Chloe mumbled and chewed her food.
"I really want you to go. Her name is Aubrey Posen and her clinic is near this hospital. It will help you, I promise", I tried to convince her. "I know, I will go", the redhead replied, slightly annoyed.

My head became heavier and I struggled to stay conscious. When Chloe recognized she felt my pulse. "Your heart is racing", she yelled in shock, "This is not a good sign." She pressed the red button next to the bed for help. "Stay with me. Keep your eyes open", I heard her voice.

Chloe's POV:

The door opened and Doctor Avery and a resident rushed in. "Jackson, she doesn't have three more freaking days. She needs this damn heart", I shouted. "Chloe, this is not your place to boss around anymore. I'm aware of the fact that Miss Mitchell doesn't have time anymore. But the transplant is in the New World Hospital in Russia and right now no one has the time to fly there to pick it up in bring it here. Too many patients and not enough doctors. And now step back", the man clarified obviously pissed off and hella stressed.

"Excuse me?! Are you serious!?", I wanted to know from him, "So you're just gonna wait and watch her die because you're all too overwhelmed with your job?!"
He turned away from Beca and looked at me. His face told me that he wasn't that happy.
"Watch your mouth and let me do my job", the doctor hissed.

Suddenly an idea came to my mind.
"I can go fly over and get the transplant", the words gushed out of my mouth.

"I can't let you do that. You'd have to fly with our jet and that's not possible because you are no longer employed in this hospital", Jackson announced.
"Please. I can't watch her die. I need to do something", I pointed out desperately and tears started to build in my eyes. He thought for a minute, since he knew that there basically wasn't another chance.

"Okay listen. I will get you into this jet. But this has to stay a secret. If anybody finds out, I will lose my job as well and Beca's time will have run up", he made clear and I nodded.

"Be ready in an hour. We'll meet in the on-call room. Make sure nobody sees you.
I put Miss Mitchell on some new medication. It will hopefully keep her stable for a few more hours", the doctor phrased and headed out of the room.

Beca had fallen asleep and her heavy breathing filled the room.
"Hold on a little longer", I whispered and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead...