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I don’t know if you’re still doing the prompts thing but im also joining the ‘medical au’ train so #8? :(

You know what anon, I wasn't doing those specific prompts anymore, but this one works so well I couldn't resist giving you a lil drabble that'll slot nicely into my medical AU aka Trust Me With Your Heart (I Can Fix It Too) so here you go!!! (Don't be mad at me when it ends in a cliffhanger dkjlkdfgj I have to save some things for the actual fic itself 😅)

(8) Using fabric to try and stop their gash from bleeding so much

Beca still wasn’t sure why they’d picked her to go to this conference in Chicago. Actually that was a lie, she had a very wordy email explaining how her ‘cutting edge hybrid OR was the future of emergency medicine’ and how it was only right that she be the one that ‘shared it with the medical world’. Beca hated public speaking, hated being in the spotlight, but she couldn’t deny that it would be pretty cool if she was the reason that other hospitals opened similar ones in their own EDs. In fact, public speaking aside Beca had actually been quite looking forward to taking her bike cross-country to the conference and some of the other speakers had seemed quite interesting, but then she’d found out that Chloe was coming with her too.

It wasn’t that Beca didn’t like Chloe, the complete opposite was true honestly, not that she’d ever admit to that out loud. Beca didn’t do relationships for good reason, and the emotions that she was feeling when she was around Chloe lately were strictly off limits. Being confined in a car and then a hotel with her? Not conducive to avoiding her feelings.

“Hey Becs! Ready to go?”

Oh. And there was also the fact that Chloe was a morning person and Beca really wasn’t. Honestly, how did anyone look that put together and happy at five am?!

“Remind me again why we’re driving when planes exist?” Chloe frowned a little, hopping into the passenger side of the car and passing Beca one of the cups of coffee she had brought with her, “Considering it’s a twelve hour drive?”

Beca shrugged a little, taking a sip of the hot coffee before answering Chloe, “I don’t do planes. You don’t have to come with me y’know, I’m a big girl, I can go to medical conferences on my own.”

“I know.” Chloe grinned, sliding her shades onto her face, but I think you’re going to have so much more fun if I come too.”

Beca’s rolling eyes were hidden by her own shades, but she had a feeling Chloe knew she was doing it anyway, “You’re weird Beale.”

“You love it.” Chloe winked, picking up the jack and connecting her phone to the car stereo, “I made us the perfect playlist by the way, you’re going to love it.”

“I thought the driver got to choose the music?” Beca grumbled, pulling out from where she’d parked in front of Chloe’s apartment complex, frown deepening as a Taylor Swift song started to pour from the speakers, “Oh c’mon, really?!”

“There will be no dissing Taylor in this car.” Chloe pointed her finger accusatorily at Beca, “Trust me, by the time we reach Chicago you will be a Swiftie convert.”

“Absolutely not.” Beca scoffed.

This was about to be a very long drive.

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It was about eight hours through the journey that Beca and Chloe pulled into a pitstop diner for lunch. Beca needed to stretch her legs anyway, and quite honestly she needed a little break from the incessant pop music that Chloe kept playing. Although (and she would rather die than admit this to Chloe) she was starting to warm up to Taylor Swift.

“I haven’t been to a diner like this since I was a kid...” Chloe hummed wistfully, leaning against Beca’s car for a moment, “My dad was a long distance lorry driver, sometimes in the summer I’d go cross-country with him, just the two of us in this huge lorry... it was like an adventure.”

“How do you do that?” Beca frowned quizzically as she turned to Chloe, “Just open up to people without a second thought?”

Chloe shrugged a little, smiling warmly at Beca, “I trust you. You’re my friend, friends share details of their lives with each other.”

“Well don’t expect me to be getting all mushy with you.” Beca smirked a little as she headed into the diner, hands in the pockets of her leather jacket, “I don’t do sharing. My past is just that... why dredge it up?”

“You won’t even tell me why you’re scared of flying?” Chloe pouted a little as she practically skipped along behind Beca.

“I am not scared of flying.” Beca raised her eyebrow, taking off her shades as they entered and made a beeline for the corner booth, “I just don’t like doing it.”

“That’s just fancy talk for scared.” Chloe grinned, sitting opposite Beca as she wiggled her eyebrows, Beca rolling her eyes at her.

“Shut up.” Beca grunted, but a smirk tugged at the corner of her lips, “Order whatever you want. My treat.”

“Aw, thanks.” Chloe beamed, “I’ll get dinner when we get to Chicago.”

“Sure.” Beca shrugged, “Thanks.”

As they made the same comfortable small talk they had been making the whole way here, Beca found her mind wandering a little as Chloe animatedly talked about the summer road trip she and her dad taken before she went off to college. She watched the way Chloe’s eyes sparkled, watched the way the sun caught her hair, watched the way her hands moved with every word...

Beca caught herself as the food was set down in front of them, a blush tinging her cheek as she hoped that Chloe hadn’t noticed her staring like that. Her eyes flicked around the diner as she often did, training that she couldn’t quite shake after spending years in active warzones. As she did, her eyes found a man that made the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. Something about the way he was holding himself, the way his eyes darted... something was off.

“Beca?” Chloe tilted her head, frowning in concern, “What is it?”

“Don’t turn around.” Beca kept her voice low, jaw tight, “Something’s off about the guy behind you at the counter.”

“Off?” Chloe’s frown deepened as her own voice lowered, Beca able to see a spark of fear in her eyes, “What do you mean off?”

“I don’t know...” Beca kept her eyes on the man, not flinching as his eyes met hers, “But something’s about to go off. Just do what I say okay?”

Chloe nodded a little, her sandwich forgotten as her hands twisted in front of her, her eyes flicking over to the man that Beca had singled out. She was right, something about him was weird...

Before either of them could reflect on what might happen next, a gun appeared from underneath the man’s jacket, Beca’s instincts kicking in immediately as she grabbed Chloe’s hand, dragging her under the table as shots were fired around the diner, no time for words as she gently but firmly pushed Chloe behind her.

“Everyone stay down!” The man growled, his gun held in clear view of the terrified crowd in the diner, “I want the till emptied, everyone’s wallets and purses on the tables, as well as any valuables. Come on, hurry up!”

Beca turned to Chloe, frowning a little as she saw the bloom of red beginning to spread across the sleeve covering her upper arm.

“You’re bleeding. Let me look.” She mumbled, shifting on her knees so that she was facing Chloe who looked down at her arm with a frown.

“Oh...” Chloe whispered, “I didn’t notice...”

“It’s the adrenaline.” Beca smirked a little as she shrugged off her jacket, setting it to one side as she ripped a strip of fabric from the bottom of her t-shirt, rolling up Chloe’s sleeve so she could see the wound, “It’s kind of deep, but this should help stop the bleeding. It’ll hurt like a bitch when the adrenaline wears off...”

“Thanks.”

Chloe smiled softly, opening her mouth to say something more but freezing when the barrel of the gun appeared under the table, aimed at Beca’s temple, Chloe awestruck as Beca didn’t even flinch as it pressed into her temple.

“Did I say talk amongst yourselves?” The man spat, Beca’s body still but poised like a spring.

“She’s hurt, I’m a doctor. I’m just doing what I was trained to do.”

“A doctor huh?” There was a sneer in the man’s voice as he crouched down so he could see Beca and Chloe, “Let’s see some ID doctor.”

Beca reached slowly into the pocket of her jeans, pulling out her wallet and showing him the hospital ID that she put in there for safe keeping. He all but snatched it from her hand, his gun still pressed into Beca as he nodded slowly at it.

“Dr Beca Mitchell... you’re a little far from home aren’t you?”

Beca said nothing, her expression and demeanor not giving away any of the fear that she was feeling. Her eyes found Chloe’s, trying to reassure her without words that everything would be okay.

“Get out here doc.” The gun moved from Beca’s temple and gestured her froward, Beca complying slowly so as not to startle any knee jerk response from the man with the gun, “That’s right. Nice and slow.”

Beca’s hands were held in front of her as she stood, her eyes trained on the man and his weapon, able to feel Chloe’s eyes burning into her back as she watched in with fear as Beca stood in front of him.

“So doc...” The man tilted his head, gun still trained on Beca, “Tell me. What brings you all the way out here?”

“A medical conference in Chicago.” Beca held her chin up, “We’re just passing through.”

“Just passing through...” The man repeated, nodding a little, “I bet you’re flush with cash aren’t you doc? Just sitting on piles of money...”

Beca could feel Chloe’s panic rising from here, wanting nothing more than to reassure her that everything would be fine, but knowing all too well what would happen if she was to make a move like that. They would be fine, everything would be absolutely fine as long as none of them did anything reckless.

“Change of plan.” The man raised his voice so he could be heard across the diner, “The doc and I are going to take a little road trip to some ATMs, empty her bank accounts, the rest of you...”

He mused a little as he looked around him, turning to the owner with a wicked grin, “You got a walk-in?”

“Yes.” The owner nodded, clearing his throat a little in an attempt to shake the fear from it, “In the back.”

“Everyone on their feet, nice and slowly.” The man grabbed Beca’s upper arm, pulling her into him and pressing the gun into her ribs, “Any heroics or stupidity, and we get to see if the doc here can piece herself back together.”

No-one dared go against him as Beca watched them all huddle together, still poised but wary of the gun nestled against her ribs being used to hurt anyone else. As Chloe walked past her, their eyes met, Beca able to see the beginning of fearful tears in her eyes. Beca hated that, hated that she couldn’t reassure her, hated that this lunatic had made Chloe feel like that.

“Alright pops. Lead the way.” The man gestured his head towards the owner, “And no funny business. Unless you want to pretty doctor’s blood on your hands.”

They moved in terrified silence into the back of the diner, all the hostages apart from Beca shuffling into the walk-in fridge, Chloe the last to enter, looking over her shoulder at Beca again. She didn’t want to leave her with him, he had a gun for god’s sake, but she was too scared of him doing anything to hurt her to do anything about it.

“Perfect.” The man sneered, Beca’s arm gripped tight in his hand as she winced ever so slightly, “You might want to huddle together. It looks kind of chilly in there.”

Beca’s arm was released as the man moved to shut the door of the walk-in, Beca’s eyes quickly roaming around her, making quick calculations. As quick as a flash, her elbow went into the man’s ribs, Beca immediately moving for the gun in his hand, trying to wrestle it from him.

Chloe’s eyes couldn’t follow the scuffle, her heart leaping into her mouth as she watched them, frozen to the spot. She knew that Beca was trained for this, that she’d been to war, that she’d probably handled guns herself, but that didn’t make any of this less terrifying.

When she heard the gun go off, Chloe was sure that her heart had stopped, that time had stopped. Nothing seemed to happen for a moment, and in that moment everything was fine. Beca was okay.

But then... Chloe saw her slump into the man that had begun all of this mess and her stomach dropped.

Beca...

Beca hit the floor with a grunt, the man pointing the gun at her head as she panted through her gritted teeth, hand pressed into the wound in her side as she glared up at him.

“Bad move doc.” There was already a bruise forming around his eye and blood was running down his face from his busted nose, “Really bad move.”

“Becs...” Chloe started to move forward, stopping only when the gun pointed at her, “It’s okay!” She held her hands up, determined not to look like a threat, “I just want to help her. I’m a nurse, we work together, I only want to help her, please...”

“Another move and I finish her off.” The man growled, Chloe biting her lip but deciding not to move any further, not wanting to get Beca anymore hurt.

“Please.” Chloe pushed gently, “Please, I just want to help her. You don’t want a murder rap do you? She needs someone to pack the wound and make sure she doesn’t bleed out. That’s all I want to do.”

The man with the gun glared down at Beca again, Beca’s chin jutted forward as she met his glare with like ferocity, jaw squared against the pain radiating for her.

“Back. Move back, everyone get right back in there!” He yelled, waving his gun at them as he grabbed Beca’s arm and dragged her across the ground behind him. Beca gasped a little as pain swarmed her, determined not to let him have the satisfaction of knowing that her had inflicted it on her.

“There.” He grunted, Beca left in a heap just within the entrance of the walk-in as the rest of the hostages huddled at the back, “You can do whatever you want once the door is closed. Better hope someone turns up to rescue you, otherwise there’ll be no point in patching her up huh?”

Chloe swallowed hard, watching carefully as the man moved quickly backwards, the door slamming shut as she raced forward towards Beca. They were trapped in here, and Beca was in a bad way... what now? How the hell were they going to get out of this one?

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