Chapter 21: Waiting

A/N: Next chapter, enjoy pitches!

-Inside the Bella's minivan-

It was decided that Beca's dad would go with Beca and the Bella's would take the minivan. Chloe hated this idea as she wanted and needed to be by Beca's side but Aubrey reassured her that in about 25 minutes she would be and everything would A-Okay. Chloe saw the back of the ambulance doors shut as the ambulance drove off at a reasonable pace before the Bella's all climbed into their minivan, with Fat Amy driving the way.

The wheels of the minivan were drifting against the road as the Bella's made their way to the hospital. No one was speaking. No one knew what to say for starters. At first the radio had been turned on, to try and diffuse some of the tension, but had quickly been shut off by Fat Amy when the crackling noise just made everyone feel worse.

Chloe had spent most of the journey crying and whispering to herself about how this was her fault. Eventually Cynthia-Rose had had enough. "Girl you need to stop. None of this is your fault. Beca is going to be fine, you'll see." Cynthia-Rose rubbed Chloe's arm in comfort and gave her a caring smile. It was the first words anyone had spoken since the fifteen minute drive had started.

Lily handed Chloe a tissue and even though she didn't know where Lily had gotten it from she used it to wipe her eyes. Her eyes were red and her voice was sore but Chloe knew what she had to do.

The ginger's crackled voice broke through the silence of the vehicle and she slowly sang, "I got my ticket for the long way round-" As soon as the other Bella's knew what she was doing the whole van was alight with their voices singing and harmonizing to Beca's song.

After three rounds of the song Fat Amy was gently pulling the minivan to a stop in the hospital car park.

-The Hospital, reception-

The Bella's rushed into the reception area, all speaking and mumbling frantically trying to figure out where Beca was and how she was. Chloe saw Beca's dad sat with his head in his hands on a chair in the reception.

"Dr Mitchell? Ho-How is sh-she?" Chloe managed to choke out, her words getting stuck in her throat.

Dr Mitchell drew his glare up from the floor and looked at the Chloe's faces. It took a moment for him to place her and looked slightly dazed. 'Lost in thought' Chloe thought to herself.

Beca's dad cleared his throat. "I don't know. They're assessing the situation and I've been to-told to wait out here. They aren't telling me anything! Damn it!" His anger coursing through his system at being kept in the dark about his daughter. "I don't know anything; they won't tell me anything. They said all I could do right now is wait. I've got to wait whilst my only daughter is in there having god knows done what to her." Dr Mitchell had sprung from his seat and had taken to pacing and waving his hands about like a mad man, trying to release some of his frustration.

"She's going to be fine." Chloe stood in front of him so he had to stop and look at her. This was the first time Chloe was reassuring someone else about Beca's state. It felt good to say in out loud, to reinforce the hope into words and not just in her mind. It made it somewhat real and concreate. "I know it. This is Beca we're talking about." Chloe offered a sweet, forgiving smile and sat down in a chair with the rest of the Bella's in the waiting area.

Beca's dad didn't sit down, he continued to pace and mutter to himself.

XxX

The group had been sat in the waiting room for three hours now. The room was hot and stuffy, there was endless amounts of coffee being drunk but no one spoke a word. Apart from when someone was going to get more coffee and asked if anyone else would like a refill.

Chloe had taken to biting her nails in a fit of anxiety whilst waiting for news on her girlfriend. Aubrey pulled them away from her hands. "Stop that. You never bite your nails. She's going to be fine. You said it yourself."

"I know, but look how long it's taking Bree. That can't be a good sign." Chloe pleaded, her hands once again at her mouth.

Fat Amy then pulled them away, "Chloe, stop. Look you're Beca and Chloe, together you're Bloe and everyone loves a good Bloe. Stop worrying." The ginger giggled and cringed slightly at Fat Amy's soon developing catchphrase for her and the brunette.

"Yeah, but-" Chloe began but was soon cut off by Cynthia-Rose.

"Girl, we know how worried you are. I mean we're just as worried but you're not helping yourself by fixating on the 'what if'. I mean come on, Beca 'Effin Mitchell remember? She's got this." Cynthia hugged Chloe and the ginger returned it.

"You're right. I'm sorry girls, I really am. I just want her to be okay. I can't imagine my life without her, I need her to be okay. Ya know?" Chloe looked around the group and saw how much they wanted Beca to be okay as well. Not only because Beca was there friend but because how much she meant to Chloe.

XxX

Two hours later and no one had heard anything. "This is getting ridiculous! I demand to see somebody. My little girl in there. I am her father. I need to see her. Right now!" Dr Mitchell was screaming at the receptionist.

The receptionist stopped typing on her computer and pushed her glasses up onto the bridge of her nose." Sir, I've told you this before." She sighed. "There is noth-" The receptionist stopped when a doctor in a long white jacket, with stethoscopes around his neck and a clip board in hand came through the double doors and into the waiting area, ready to address the party.

"What can you tell his doc?" Amy asked.

"Well, the good news is Miss Mitchell isn't seriously injured and she is going to be just fine." Sighs of relief were spread around the group like wild fire. The anxiety fading away and replaced by more determined joy and hope. Chloe squealed slightly and Beca's dad cheered to himself. The doctor slowly cleared his throat.

"The bad news?" Ashley asked hesitantly, squeezing slightly at Chloe's hand.

"It's nothing too serious." The doctor glanced down at his chart, then back up at the group and continued. "Miss Mitchell has a black eye, a pretty nasty cut on her face and two broken ribs. She may find it hard to move around for a while so you will all have to do your best to assist her. I'm sure you will, but please don't be so worried. She is going to be okay. She just needs plenty of rest, loads of love and no stress." The doctor offered a kind smile to the group.

"When can we see her?" The plea was from Chloe. She sounded like a child, lost and innocent.

"I'm sorry to say this but Miss Mitchell isn't awake yet. I think the impact of the hits knocked her out pretty good. There is no cause for alarm though she will come around soon. The best advice I can offer is to go home, get some rest and come back tomorrow. She'll be awake then." The doctor then offered another quick smile, another glance at his clip board and then disappeared through the doors.

As much as they all wanted to see Beca they knew now wasn't the right time. The events of the day/night had left them all feeling exhausted and knew they needed to go home and rest before they passed out. The Bella's all looked at each other. The anxiety truly gone. Chloe had stopped biting her nails and now had a look of pure hope and happiness on her face.

"Beca 'Effin Mitchell." She whispered to herself, a smirk tugging at her mouth. "Gosh, what do you put me through?" Aubrey wrapped her arm around Chloe's shoulder and the group slowly made their way out into the parking lot and into the minivan.