That's my Girl

18

"You got it Beca just three more steps." Her physical therapist Jane spoke.

"Why's it so hard to fucking walk." Beca groaned as she lost her balance for the fifth time.

After a couple weeks Beca's ribs were healed enough for her to begin moving around and such again, as well as her ankle. The break in her ankle wasn't that bad so she was able to be put in a boot pretty quickly. Beca wanted to get started with Physical Therapy for her Femur as soon as possible so she'd be able to walk at her wedding. There wasn't a lot they could do now, but they were able to do some walking to help the femur as well as strengthen her ankle. 

"It's hard because one, you haven't walked in three weeks, your brain has to remember how, and two, your body is trying to prevent you from walking since you sustained many injuries, it wants to heal." Jane spoke. 

"How much more do we have for today?" Beca asked, being done with not only therapy but Jane. 

"Just some ankle stretches to get some mobility back, not much." She answered with a smile as Beca sat down.  

They spent another ten minutes doing stretches before Beca was allowed to leave. She was grateful when she saw Chloe waiting outside the therapy room, happy to get away from Jane. 

"Next Wednesday at four right?" Jane confirmed and beca just nodded as she crutched her way to Chloe.

"Bye Beca!" Jane called and beca threw up her hand to wave. 

"Hey Babe." Chloe smiled as Beca reached her. 

"Hey, lets go?" Beca asked and Chloe nodded standing up. 

They headed outside to the car, Chloe holding onto Beca's bicep since they can't hold hands with the crutches. Chloe made sure Beca could get into the car okay before putting the crutches in the back and getting in the drivers herself.

"How was the session?" Chloe asked and Beca groaned. 

"I hate therapy, are we sure there is nowhere else I can go?" Beca asked and Chloe shook her head.

"They wanted you to handle it all through the hospital. Why whats up?" Chloe asked. 

"Fucking Jane. I'm tried of that Bitch, always touching me and shit." Beca huffed. 

"What is she doing?" Chloe wondered, trying not to laugh.

"Finds everything I say funny and does that stupid arm thing." Beca said. 

"What arm thing?" Chloe asked. 

"Where she'll laugh at what I said and graze my arm with her hand saying 'Oh Beca', oh Beca me one more time and I'm hitting her so damn hard with my crutch she'll end up in Canada." Beca huffed and Chloe giggled. 

"I'm sorry that's happening Baby." Chloe said.

"I mean I knew she was flirting with me from the first meeting, I figured that out and normally I don't mind when people flirt with me because both you and I know who I'm going home too. What bothers me is when people flirt with me just because I'm famous. They think they can get something from me and it pisses me off." Beca ranted. 

Chloe just reached over and grabbed the brunettes hand, knowing it helped calm her down. 

"I also think she's bullshiting about you not being able to be in there with me. There was another patient in there today and he had a girl in there with him. You should ask the front desk about it next time we're there." Beca said. 

"I will, but right now lets go get some taco bell for lunch. We can then head home and watch some TV or something." Chloe suggested. 

"Sounds great." Beca smiled. 

After another thirty minutes the two girls got home. Beca hobbled her way to the couch while Chloe took care of their food and stuff. After eating Beca decided to go on Instagram live since she hadn't interacted with her fans since the accident. 

She smiled as messages ran through of people saying they loved and missed her. 

"Do you mind telling us how the accident happened and your injuries? I'm just curious and people did a good job hiding it." Beca read with a nod.

"Sure, the accident happened while I was on my way home to Chloe," She said taking the girls hand, "I had the green light but someone decided to speed through, T-boning me. They spun out my car and I hit some trees. I had a collapsed lung, broken ribs, broken femur, broken ankle, broken forearm, and some internal bleeding as well as cuts and bruises all over. I was insanely lucky to be alive." Beca smiled. 

"Someone else wants to know about your tattoos." Chloe said smiling. 

"Sure, I'll show what I can but it'll be hard. Starting on my left arm, I've got a paper airplane with the shadow of a real plane underneath. I really liked the design and when I got it my tattoo artist said 'It'll remind you to fly over all the negativity' and I really liked that. I've got Titanium at the top of my forearm under my elbow because that's Chloe's favorite song that she makes me sing all the time with her. On the back of my upper arm I have the mental health ribbon with 'I'm not done yet' Under it. I struggled a lot with mental health growing up and I wanted it as a reminder that my time isn't over yet.
On my right arm I have headphone's, feel that one's pretty obvious. Then I have a small heart under my elbow. Half gay colors half bi colors for Chloe and I because I'm proud of who I am. Then I have the date 09-04-2018, that's the day I met Chloe, then under it is the date 10-12-2018, which is when Chloe and I first got together. Let me say, don't get a tattoo with a name or date for your significant other unless you are a hundred and ten precent positive their your forever. I know Chloe's mine and I plan that when the day comes that we get married I'll tattoo that day as well.
On my back I have roses on my one shoulder for my mom who passed to Cancer, and then I have seven birds on my other shoulder to represent me and my high school best friends who made life bearable. I also plan that when the time comes that we have kids I'm going to get their footprints going up my spine with their name and date of brith beside it. That's all the tattoos for now, I might get more eventually." Beca explained. 

After answering some more questions Beca played a few songs before ending the live. Chloe and her spent the rest of their night watching movies before heading to bed happy in each others arms.