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Her fists were balled up, her teeth clenched so tight that it hurt. The nurse around beside her remained standing like a statue. She tried not to think about it. She wanted to keep it in until she got home. Losing control in the hospital wasn’t Beca Mitchell at all.
She wished for a single peaceful day. No fighting. No violence. Just a dreamless sleep.
She was done with pretentions. She clutched the white sheet that covered the body in front of her, almost so forceful that the nurse had to pull her back out of the room. The moment she stepped out of the door, she took out her phone for the first time in three days. She ignored the flooding messages and missed calls and pressed 2 on the speed dial.
It didn’t take her one full ring for the other side to answer the call.
“Beca, are you alright? I’ve been so worried about you!”
Beca convinced herself that she wasn’t going to cry. Not now. But hearing Chloe’s voice at the other end of the line snapped her back to the harsh reality she wanted to avoid. She decided to call Chloe, of all people, because she listens. Chloe listens. And Chloe understands.
Beca took a deep breath. With all the self-preservation she had left, she almost choked her words, “Chloe, please, I need you.”