I really like this. In case you wanted to know, all of Beca's health problems are mine J. This is set in PP1 solely because I love Aubrey's character and it's easier to use Aubrey in PP1. And because 4 years is much too long for this idea so… (even one year is a stretch but… eh) We'll see where it goes together! Who gets the title? If you get the title, you are one smart cookie!

The Ups and Downs

Chapter 1- Sick?

Beca's POV

She has always been a secretive person. She only tells people things that she absolutely has to. So, that's why her teachers know. According to the law, they have to. There is no rule that any of her classmates have to know, so she doesn't tell them. There is no rule that if you join a club, the other members have to know. So when she joined the Bellas, Beca didn't tell anyone. No one treats me the same when they know. Especially because some of the Bellas, Chloe and Stacie, are science majors. I can't risk losing them. She knows the drill by now. If you tell someone, they freak out and never treat you the same. You get treated like fine china, everything looks good on the outside, but they tip toe around you, as if you were some fragile being that could break at any moment. If they say the wrong thing, you might crack, so they don't say anything at all. So, she constructed a very secretive system to hide it throughout the course of the year she's been with the Bellas. She hides her supplies in her purse, which she now takes everywhere because of it, she comes up with obscure reasons as to why she doesn't eat certain foods or eat at all at certain times, and she excuses herself to the restroom after she eats so she can deal with her meds.

It worked so well. Not a single person on campus aside from the staff knew, as they had to know according to the law and so she could get her accommodations. Those were great, because it meant she got excused from class as much as she needed to, and got extensions on her assignments. Which is often needed with this illness. She gets headaches constantly, she goes to the bathroom all the damn time, she has nerve damage in her stomach which causes stomach aches worse than any period cramp you can ever get. She fatigues easily with exercise, and is tired all the time because her body just has to use so much more energy to do even the simplest things. She has had glasses since she was a child due to her illness, but she uses contacts now to seem as normal as possible. She had a heart condition when she was younger, which left her with a heart that will never work the same, so she gets out of breath and tires even more easily than normal.

She was hiding it really well, considering how much touching the Bellas forced upon her. It's hard to hide things when certain parts of your body cannot, cannot, be touched or hit. Yet, for a whole year she hid it from people who apparently considered each other 'sisters.' It left a gut wrenching feeling inside her every time one of the Bellas shared something about themselves, or mention how much the Bellas meant to them, when she was keeping such a huge secret from them. But it was fine, until the day of the ICCA's.

Today is the day. The ICCA's are today. To say Beca is freaking out would be an understatement. She knows it's bad for her health to freak out. It throws her all out of whack. Which is why when she was pacing her dorm, which she thankfully had switched within one week of first semester, so she wasn't rooming with anyone for 'the sake of her health needs.' as her and her father had put it. She knew the pacing was throwing her off balance too, but she couldn't stop. Calm down Beca. You're gonna mess yourself up. Your levels will be all out of whack. What would you do if you had an episode in front of people? Then no one would ever talk to you again. Just like high school. Just like mom. Beca stopped pacing when she heard a knock on her door., and her favorite person in the world walked in. Not that she knew what she meant to Beca.

"Beca, come on. Aubrey will never forgive us if we are late!" Beca scrambled to hide her desk from Chloe, her med supplies were on the desk, and Chloe was a med student. She would no doubt recognize them. Shit. Please don't see!

"Yeah, let's go." Beca hurriedly ushered Chloe out of her dorm, her supplies left in her room, forgotten by Beca. They walked together toward the Bella's Bus, and Beca could tell Chloe was stressed. She reached a tentative hand out toward her (crush) best friend and placed in on the center of her back.

"Calm down Chlo. We're gonna be awesome." Chloe smiled at the gesture from Beca.

"Yeah. I know, just stressing. How about you Becs?" Beca and Chloe climbed onto the bus, taking seats next to each other as usual. Every time Chloe chose to sit next to Beca, her heart jumped a little and butterflies raged in her stomach, not that Beca would ever admit that to anyone.

"Eh, I've been worse." Oh, have I been worse. Beca grinned to herself at the joke about her health. The whole bus ride, Beca tried to shake the feeling she had in the pit of her stomach. Deciding to, instead of facing it and asking for medical help, blame it on nerves. They got there, and Beca felt sick. I mean, I feel like at any minute I might blow chunks worse than Aubrey and pass out sick. She hid it, yet again, and performed with as much vigor as she could muster, which wasn't much. She expected Aubrey to be on her ass about not performing her best, and she surprisingly didn't. While they waited for the results, Beca began to notice how bad her hands were shaking, she acknowledged the feeling in her chest was not nerves, her head was getting light and couldn't focus, and she could feel the food she ate earlier that day threatening to come back up. For fuck's sake I left it on my desk! She locked eyes with her dad in the audience and sent him a panicked look, and he began to move toward her as fast as he could through the crowd. She hears, but will not remember hearing, "The winners are the Barden Bellas!" before throwing up, and then collapsing onto the ground in violent seizures.

Beca wakes up in the ICCU, and sees her father sitting in the chair next to her bed holding her hand and reading. She squeezes his hand, signaling her return from her coma, and groans at the usual pains that accompany this. She's used to it now. She's been in this situation more than a hundred times in her life, having had this since before she could even walk. She had an IV in her left hand with a cocktail of meds being pumped into her, heart monitors on her chest, an automated blood pressure cuff on her left side as well, and an oxygen drip in her nose. She lolls her head toward her dad when he speaks.

"Hey Becs. Welcome back sweetie."

"Fuck." Her dad just smiled sadly and held her hand. She's barely cognitive while in the ICCU, but it will take 24 hours at least to move down to the ICU, then at least another 24 there to move to the adult wards, where she will be semi-functioning and lucid again. For pretty much the entire stay in the ICCU and ICU, she will just be sleeping, with bits and pieces caught in her memory. One random nurse from ICCU taking blood from her right arm., and one nurse from the ICU who snuck her in some weird dessert thingy called 'whip.' It was basically just heavy whipping cream and chocolate flavoring. It had zero everything. It was just ingesting chocolate flavored fat, but it was wonderful for Beca, as it had 0 carbs and tasted like heaven. In the ICU, after her favorite nurse of the visit, Macy was her name, the one who feeds Beca that heavenly chocolate dessert, leaves, her dad comes in and catches her at one of the few lucid points of the ICU stay.

"Becs, how you feeling sweetie?"

"The same. What do you want to ask me? I can see the wheels turning." Beca's relationship with her father was really good. When she got sick, her mom ditched them. She couldn't deal with a 'defective kid' and bailed. Her dad was always there for her. Through all of it. The illness itself, and the bullying she got because of it. He was wonderful, and she couldn't be more grateful to him. And Sheila, the woman he married while Beca was in high school, she's not so bad. Beca has lovingly dubbed her the step-monster.

"Becs… your friends-"

"Never told 'em." His eyes widened. How could I? Doesn't matter now… no one ever stays once they learn I'm sick anyway.

"What would you like me to tell them then?" Her dad respected her wishes, he didn't agree with them, but he was understanding about it, because he could never understandit, but he could be understanding about it.

"Tell them that I'm fine and to not worry. I'm always fine. Dad I'm sorry. I meant to check before we left but Chloe barged in, and I forgot. And then I left my god damn PDM on my desk so I didn't know it was going so high, and I didn't feel it until it was too late." Brent made his way to his daughter and did the best he could to comfort her, considering she didn't even have the strength in her body to sit up. He kissed her forehead and rubbed her arm with his hand.

"It's okay sweetie. It's not your fault. It never is. The DKA would have happened anyway sweetie. It's not your fault. Please never blame yourself for this. I love you so much, you're so strong." Beca sniffled a couple times, refusing to let her stupid fucking Type 1 Diabetes make her cry. Again. No. Not again. I can do this. I always beat it.

"Thanks dad. Tell them I'm fine and not to worry. Not that anyone actually wants to know." If Brent had a response, Beca didn't hear it as she slipped back into sleep. Beca woke up again around breakfast, and was awake just long enough to eat breakfast, before getting a blood draw, again, and falling asleep. Her breakfast consisted of one of those square boxes of Rice Krispies with milk, and some water.

She woke up again the following day, having been in the hospital for 3 days now, and was being moved to the adults ward finally. She was conscious a majority of the time now. She still slept a lot, but now when she was awake, she was actually awake. Beca had regained the use of her body, sorta,although she was still very weak, so she can get up to be weighed every 6 hours, she can get up to use an actual bathroom by herself, well with her IV stand, 'Buddy' as her and her dad always called it, and she is awake for every blood draw, drip change, and the glucose checks which happen every 2 hours, awake or not. Within less than an hour, Beca already became friends with the lady who works the night shift, they played cards from about 12-2. In the morning, around 9:30 because he doesn't have a lecture, her dad comes in and asks her the dreaded question.

"Becs?"

"Yeah dad?" Beca was watching TV, trying really hard not to scratch the IV that had been in her hand for over 36 hours.

"Do you want anyone on the visitor's list beside from me?"

"No." Beca didn't even think about it. She refused to let people see her like this, if anyone would even come. No point. No one would visit anyway. No one ever does. Leaving it blank just means that I don't have to hurt when no one does.

"If you're sure."

"I am." They watched Chopped together, making fun of the chefs' dumb mistakes and various hairstyles and tattoos. They continued for about 30 minutes before he spoke again.

"You know they've been here right?" Yeah, okay.

"Who?"

"The Bellas. They were here for hours the first night. And they all stopped by periodically throughout the last 3 days."

"Hmm." Beca said disbelieving her father.

"Except one of them." Beca said nothing, just kept her eyes trained on the TV.

"There is one person who has been here quite a lot. She's been sitting in a waiting room for basically 3 days Becs. She's here all the time. Constantly asking questions. I think you should at the very least see her."

"I don't think so." Beca smiled sadly at her dad. I hate being weak. I hate not being able to take care of myself. I fucking hate it. So no, I will not have one of the only people, whichever one it is, I've ever remotely liked since high school come in here and see me in my weakest state. No fucking thank you. But… which one was it? I hope it's Chloe.

"Who did you say it was?" Brent had a small victorious smile on his face.

"Chloe. She's very worried Beca. She's a med student isn't she?" Beca nodded.

"Let me guess… You don't want her to see you in your 'weak' state because you hate being 'weak', even though you're not weak, just sick?"

"I am weak. And I hate it dad. I can't… I can't do anything to stop it from happening and it makes me feel fucking weak." Beca started crying, and her dad came over to hug her tightly, carefully avoiding her insulin pump and various cords and tubes.

"Becs… you like her don't you?" Beca's cries stopped suddenly. She nodded once weakly into her father's chest.

"Beca, please, let me put her on the list."

"I'll think about it, okay? I promise. Just… Not right now."

"Alright. As long as you'll think about it sweetie. Will you be okay for a few minutes? I'm gonna go get a Coke for me and a Coke Zero for you." Beca sniffled once, wiping the remaining tears off her face and nodded.

"Alright, I'll be right back."

"Thank you dad. For everything." Brent smiled brightly at his daughter. He kissed her forehead on his way out.

"You're welcome Becs." Beca relaxed back into the bed, as uncomfortable as it was, and grabbed her phone for the first time since her admission. She scrolled through all her messages. Over 100 of them. The phone was blurry because she didn't have her contacts in, but she saw her glasses were left for her on the table and grabbed them. Much better. She sent one to the group text that included all the Bellas. It read

"I'm fine. Stop worrying you nerds. Be out in a couple days or so." Her phone immediately flooded with texts asking her what was wrong, why that had happened, why she hadn't responded before, if they could visit. Beca was typing out a new message when she received a call. She hadn't realized she had been reading the texts for 10 minutes already. She answered the call with as much enthusiasm and sarcasm as she could muster, she was worn out from 3 days of heavy abuse to her body caused by her immune system. Beca figured if there was one person who would keep bothering he until she answered, it would be her.

"To what do I owe the honor of receiving a call from the one and only Aubrey Posen herself?"

"You better have a good reason for not answering any of our messages."

"Well I would say that I do."

"Beca, you sound like shit. What the hell is going on?"

"It's nothing. Like I said. I'm fine."

"You've been in the hospital for 3 days. Hardly sounds like nothing."

"It really is. It's nothing I can't deal with. Did… did um… we win? The ICCA's."

"We did. As much as I hate to admit it, it was thanks to you so. Thanks. Don't even plan on hearing me say that again."

"Oh, I don't. So, what did you want?"

"I want you to tell us what the hell is going on."

"I'm fine. I just told you guys that."

"Oh, yeah, totally. We all believe you Beca!" Aubrey's voice was disgustingly filled with sarcasm.

"Aubrey, please." Beca had the phone on speaker, it hurt her arm to hold it up, her finger hovering over the red button.

"No. And don't think for even a second that if you hang up on me that I will leave you alone." Beca sighed and there was a knock on the door.

"Come in." Beca called it out weakly, she was just tired. The day-time nurse, Angie, came in with the kit for her regular blood work.

"Beca, who is that?"

"Aubrey, I got to go."

"Oh no you don't. You've been ignoring us for 3 days now, don't you-" Aubrey was cut off by Beca hanging up the phone.

"Becaaaa." Angie said it in a tone that said 'we-both-know-you-did-a-bad-thing.'

"Yeeees, Angie?" Angie raised her eyebrow at that.

"Why did you hang up on your friend like that?"

"Aubrey an I aren't exactly… 'friends.' more like… what are we? Team mates? I'll go with that."

"You still hung up on her. She sounded worried about you. And she's calling you again." Beca shrugged with the arm that wasn't currently having blood sucked from it, and grabbed her phone. She hit decline, hoping to get the message across. She immediately received a load of messages that pretty much all said 'answer the damn phone' or something to that effect. Beca sighed as Angie wrapped some gauze around her arm and stood up.

"Not that I know your life or whatever, but they seem worried. I would answer if I was you. Feel better kiddo, see you later." Angie exited and was replaced by her dad, who came bearing soda.

"Ooooh Coke Zero! Gimme!" Brent handed the Coke Zero to Beca who immediately popped it open and took a swig. Relishing in the wonders of diet soda.

"No problem Becs. Have you talked to any of your friends yet?" As if on queue, her phone rang again with Aubrey's name. Beca sighed exasperatedly.

"Answer it Becs. I'm not kidding. I'll just be out here." Brent stood up and left, leaving Beca no choice but to answer again.

"Hello?"

"You, Beca Mitchell, are a bitch."

"Aw, thanks Aubrey, I never thought I would receive such a wonderful compliment from you. What do you want?"

"Just wanted to give you fair warning Mitchell. I'll be there in 20 minutes."

"What?! No! I don't do visitors."

"Well, you do now. I'll see you in 20 Beca." Aubrey hung up before Beca could argue further. Beca grunted loudly in frustration, and her dad took that as a signal to come back in.

"I'm going to guess that your call with Aubrey went well then?"

"You set this up didn't you? You and Aubrey are in cahoots." Beca squinted accusingly at her dad, who chuckled in response.

"Yes we are. I swore Aubrey to secrecy. About visiting and about any information you choose to share with her. Although, I'm sure Chloe will have some questions, seeing as she's in the waiting room again and will without a doubt see Aubrey on her way in."

"Fuck! I don't do visitors dad. And I certainly wouldn't have chosen Aubrey Posen, if anyone." Beca cringed.

"That rhymed. Gross." Her father laughed.

"I see you found your glasses then."

"Yeah, can't really see without them so…"

"No problem. I have to go, but Aubrey will be here shortly. You two have fun."

"Sure. Thanks." Beca laid back down and focused back on the TV. It was about 10 minutes later when she heard a knock at the door.

"Come in." The door swung open and none other than Aubrey Posen came walking in. Beca sighed as Aubrey sat down. Beca left her eyes on the TV in front of her.

"Hi Aubrey…"

"What the hell? You haven't even let Chloe come see you? And since when do you have glasses?!"

"I never let people visit. My dad put you on my list behind my back. And I've had glasses since I was a kid, I usually have contacts in."

"Oh, well, it's time to spill Mitchell. What the hell is going on?"

"Nothing. There is nothing going on. I'm fine."

"Beca, you've been in the hospital for 3 days. You were seizing!" Aubrey started getting mad.

"Yeah well, nothing's going on that wasn't been going on before. Nothing has changed. I'm fine."

"Stop lying to me! You're sick Beca, what the hell do you have?!" Beca cringed at the wording of the question. Did she have to word it like that? Like it's some nasty thing that I've got? Fuck this is why I didn't want anyone visiting.

"Just leave Aubrey. I didn't want anyone here, and now you see why." Beca finally looked at Aubrey, who gasped.

"Jesus you look like hell." Beca scoffed and shook her head.

"Gee, thanks."

"Seriously, what the hell is this?" Aubrey softened, it made Beca's stomach churn.

"Oh god," Beca said under her breath. "Go home Aubrey."

"No. Not until you tell me what the hell is going on. I'm serious Mitchell. Or I'll send the wolverines to rip out your vocal chords." Beca sighed.

"Fine. Fine, you get 3 questions. Choose wisely." Beca held up three fingers, counting Aubrey's questions.

"Ok. So, what is this?"

"DKA." Beca lowered one finger, leaving 2 up.

"Alright. What is DKA?"

"Diabetic Ketoacidosis. Cliff notes version, it's when my glucose levels go sky high and my body starts destroying itself from the inside out." Aubrey's eyes went wide as Beca lowered another finger, leaving only one.

"Only one question left Posen. Think wisely."

"How long have you had Diabetes?" Aubrey's voice was barely a whisper, something Beca had never heard before.

"Since I was 2. I have Type 1, or Juvenile Diabetes. So my whole life basically."

"Why didn't you ever tell us?"

"I said three questions Posen. You already asked them." Beca sighed again before she spoke.

"Aubrey, could you please… keep this to yourself? Please don't tell anyone. Especially Chloe."

"But you like Chloe don't you?" Aubrey posed it more accusatorily than questioningly, as if she already knew and just wanted confirmation. Beca's face flushed.

"What?"

"Don't try to deny this one Beca. I could see your toner through your jeans all year."

"That's why!" Beca was starting to fray around the edges. She dropped her head. She can't let, of all people, Aubrey fucking Posen see her cry.

"Beca… she's not doing so well…" Beca's head snapped back up to Aubrey, worry evident.

"What do you mean?"

"She's not sleeping or eating properly, she's been skipping class. Beca, she's freaking out worse than I did over the ICCA's."

"Freaking out about what? What can I do? Is she okay?"

"Are you that stupid? Jesus Beca. When you get your head out of your ass and figure it out, you'll know what to do. Now, as much as I want to ask you more questions, you won't answer them so I have to go home now and research…whatever this is." She gestured toward Beca with her last words. Beca was confused, and her face must have made that obvious.

"What? What did I say?"

"You're… gonna research it? Why?"

"So I have knowledge about it? Because you have it? We weren't exactly close Beca, but I didn't think you and I were gonna just stop talking when I graduate."

"No, that's not what I meant. I mean like… why do you want to know about it?" Aubrey squinted at her.

"Beca, I wouldn't go so far as to call us friends just yet, but I do care about you, believe it or not. So, I want to learn about Diabetes so that I know more about what you are going through. Is it that unusual to want to know?"

"Well, yeah… I've… never mind. Thank you Aubrey, that actually means a lot to me." Beca smiled a smile Aubrey had never seen before.

"Ok. I never plan on doing this again, so don't expect it, but right now I'm going to hug you. I feel like it's an appropriate thing to do." Aubrey came over and hugged Beca. Aubrey hit Beca's pump with her arm and Beca cursed.

"Shit!"

"What?" Beca pulled her gown up (She had shorts on under it!) and looked through the window to make sure it was still in properly, and Aubrey's jaw dropped. Her pump was on her stomach.

"Alright, I know you said 3 questions… but what is that?"

"Ooooh, right. It's my, uh, insulin pump. I use it to, uh, administer my insulin."

"Have you had that the whole time?"

"Well… yeah, I mean. It's a lot better than using syringes so…"

"How the hell did no one ever see that before?"

"I'm good at hiding things Aubrey. Don't beat yourself up about it." Beca waved her hand a little and Aubrey gaped a little more. At her hands.

"Jesus, how were we so stupid? There is no way those that your computer or playing guitar caused calluses like that."

"Oh, uh, no. It's from checking my sugar. I have to, uh, draw a little blood. Fingertips is the most accurate place. Speak of the devil, hey Angie." As Beca was speaking, Angie came in with a meter to check Beca's glucose.

"Hello again, Beca. Who's your friend?"

"Aubrey Posen, nice to meet you." Aubrey smiled politely at the woman.

"Oh, you're the one Beca hung up on earlier!"

"Yes, that would be me." Beca stuck her hand out to Angie to check her sugar, Aubrey watched with interest.

"How often do you do this Beca?"

"Well, right now, every two hours. Usually…" Beca counted in her head. "Anywhere from 6 to 10 times a day I guess." Aubrey watched as the woman pricked Beca's finger, squeezed the blood out, put the blood on the test strip, and wiped Beca's finger off with some gauze.

"200, it's making it's way back down then." Beca fist pumped a little in victory.

"It's about time we got it back down."

"Wow. I never knew… This… this must really suck, Beca." Aubrey's voice lacked pity, but had concern and care in it. Beca was honestly surprised. Maybe is wouldn't be all bad to tell them… To tell Chloe.

"I mean, it wasn't fun as a kid. There were a lot of things I couldn't do then, but it's better than before."

"Does it hurt?"

"Does what hurt?"

"Any of it. The checks? The pump thing? In general?"

"I mean… I get sick a lot because my immune system tanked. I have a super high prescription in my contacts, and I'm tired all the time. But the checks and pumps, I'm used to those now." Beca shrugged as she spoke because she hates talking about it.

"Alright, looks like I have a lot to learn. Remember what I said Beca. Get your head out of your ass, it's not a hat. When do you get out?"

"Probably not til day after tomorrow at the earliest. The visits average 5 days for DKA for me. Thanks… for coming Aubrey. I'm uh, glad you forced your way in." Beca gave Aubrey a small smile.

"Well someone had to force through your bullheadedness. I think the only person who's more stubborn than you is me. I'm also probably the only one to force your dad to sign me up either. Feel better Beca. See you later."

"Yeah. Later." Aubrey left, and Beca laid down and sighed. What the hell is going on with Chloe? Beca sighed again and decided she needed to do something. She pulled out her phone and selected her number from her favorites list. It rang once before it clicked through.

"Beca?!"

"Hey Chlo."

"Oh my god, are you okay? What's going on?" Beca laughed lightly.

"I'm fine. Pretty sure I've said that already. Are you doing okay?"

"What? Beca, you've been in the hospital for days! I'm fine, I'm worried about you! What's going on?" Beca heard the all too familiar noises in the background. She heard the indefinite beeping, the bustling nurses, the calls on the intercom.

"Chloe, are you in the hospital?" Beca's tone was similar to a parent scolding their child.

"Beca, stop avoiding my question! What's going on? Why won't you talk to us? Wait a minute is that… is that Aubrey? One sec." Beca face palmed. Ah shit. Beca heard their entire conversation.

"Aubrey? What are you doing here?"

"Oh. Hey Chloe. Not much, what are you doing here?"

"You know what I'm doing here Bree. What are you doing here?"

"I was, uh, visiting a friend."

"What friend? You don't have any friends in the hospital… Aubrey, were you visiting Beca?"

"Uh, well, yes?"

"Did she tell you what was wrong?"

"Chloe, you know it's not my place to tell you things like that."

"So she did tell you. I got to go Bree. See you later."

"Beca, what the hell?!" Beca cringed, that was the first time she had heard Chloe get angry.

"So, um, I guess you saw Aubrey then?"

"Yeah. I did. Why is Aubrey allowed to see you and I can't?" Chloe sounded sad. It hurt Beca to hear how sad she was.

"I didn't ask for this. My dad and her did it behind my back. Chloe, what's going on with you? Aubrey told my you haven't been doing well."

"She…*sigh* I'm fine. Beca please. What's wrong? I'm freaking out here." Brent came back in the room and Beca signaled him over silently. While Beca spoke to Chloe on speaker, she wrote something down for her dad, slowly and sloppily but she got there.

"Chloe, I'm fine. Really. It's nothing I haven't dealt with before-"

"Before? You mean it's a chronic thing?"

"Ah shit. Look, I don't wanna talk about it, okay?" Beca handed her dad the paper with a small smile. He grinned widely and exited the room swiftly.

"Why? Why would you tell Aubrey and not me? You and Aubrey aren't even close."

"She kinda forced her way in here. Didn't give me a choice there. Plus, it's a little different telling a med major what your health problem is than someone who doesn't know the details."

"Is it terminal?"

"Chloe-"

"Is. It. Terminal?"

"Technically… yes. But it's not like a 'you have 5 months to live' terminal." Beca could hear the strangled gasp through the phone, then she heard someone call to Chloe.

"I'll talk to you later Chlo." Beca hung up before Chloe could respond. She'll be here in a minute anyway. Beca did her best to sit up, propping the pillows up behind her, and brushed her hands through her unruly hair. Not even 5 minutes after her phone call with Chloe, she heard a knock at the door.

"Come in." The door opened slowly, and Beca's favorite person walked in.

"Hey Chloe…"