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'This doctor, is one hell of a looker,' was the thought constantly looping throughout her mind as Hot Doctor, MD checked her vitals for the last time while she sat there at her hospital bed, drooling over the man with a gauze taped at the middle of her forehead.
Surely, doctors couldn't be this hot. That should be illegal. Sexy doctors were only in Grey's Anatomy or other medical dramas like The Pitt, House or Scrubs (Doctor Strange, if Benedict Cumberbatch is your cup of tea and if you could consider that a medical drama) because why would you take up medical practice when you're straight up looking like someone who walked out of a Renaissance painting?
Ugh. Her brain's turned to mush.
"... Jessica? Have you remembered everything that I have said?"
Hot Doctor, MD's piece of artwork's face is expressing concern as he looked at her and she now realize that right, Jessica is her name.
"Yes," she answered in positive because that's what she automatically does when she doesn't hear what someone has told her and it feels like a bother to the other person to make them repeat what they've said.
He doesn't look convinced and with a patient smile, he asked, "would you prefer that we await your mother's arrival before disclosing this information to her?"
Jessica stared. "Sure."
Hoo-boy, amnesia. What's up with that, right?
Do you know that amnesia is rare? Short term memory loss due to medical accidents has 2.9 to 10 cases per 100,000 people every year. That's rare. It may be a common trope in movies and literary works but in real life? It's super rare and Jessica has the misfortune of a lactose intolerant person. Imagine not enjoying cheese on its full glory? Shitty luck there.
It's not like Jessica's not thankful that she survived her fall, it's just that... Amnesia, really?
According to her mother, who cried and berated her on the drive home, she had climbed on their roof—despite her mother's insistence of "DO NOT!"—to fix an issue with their Christmas decor and fell. Jessica was unimpressed with herself as she listened to her mother because from what she'd noticed, she's not exactly tall, what's she doing climbing on roofs for Christmas decor of all things? No wonder she fell and hit her head on the way down.
And temporary short term memory loss, that's what she get for bashing her forehead in and being unconscious for two days. She missed the week after Christmas because Dr. Cullen (that's Hot Doctor, MD) insisted she stayed for observation and her mother agreed without pause because apparently, Jessica's acting like a lunatic and not like herself. Jessica didn't know what the hell she was talking about and didn't want to ask her mother about it since Joan would go on a tangent again.
Emily, her sister (she has a sister!) told her that she had nightmares about Jessica's fall and she couldn't help but grimace at that. Right, seeing your sister lying face first on the snow covered ground with her blood coloring it, seems like a fuel for nightmares for a ten-year-old. She probably needs to talk to her mom about this or maybe spend cuddling session with little Emily because that's what good sisters do.
"This is one gloomy place," Jessica mumbled to herself.
Forks, Washington seemed like a place apt for a setting of teen horror movie or for a series of town-filled conspiracy, something like a wetter version of Stranger Things. Jessica could imagine an intro for a book set in this place and it goes like this:
'Beneath a sky that never seems to brighten, the forest stands unnaturally still, its towering evergreens swallowing what little light remains. Thick moss clings to ancient trunks like rotting flesh, while twisted roots snake across the damp earth, waiting to catch an unwary step. A cold mist drifts silently between the trees, muffling every sound until even your own footsteps feel distant. The air smells of wet soil and decay, carrying the unsettling feeling that something has been watching long before you arrived. Beyond the narrow trail, the darkness is impenetrable, and then—Michael Myers with a knife!'
'Stab! Stab! Stabbity, stab!'
'Cue Hollywood-esque spraying of blood and screaming teenagers.'
Jessica felt sick to her stomach. Maybe, she shouldn't have thought of that... There's no serial killers here, right?
(One of these days, she'd go to the police station and ask. Just for precaution.)
"We're here!" Emily chirped as she excited got out of the car, pulling Jessica's hand.
"Emily, be careful with your sister," Joan called out.
"Yes, Mom!" Emily replied while Jessica was fondly letting a ten-year-old pull her and do a 'house tour' since Jessica 'forgot' about their house.
Their house were nice, she decided. Properly insulated and cozy for this weather and has five bedrooms—crazy that since they're only a three-member-household. Her room looked like ot belonged to a teenager. Because Jessica was a teenager.
The bedroom is bright and cozy, with pastel walls, white furniture, and floral bedding layered with plush pillows. A white desk is decorated with framed photos, magazines, and a chunky desktop computer, while shelves display perfumes, lip glosses, and keepsakes. Clothes from Hollister, Abercrombie, and Juicy Couture hang neatly in the closet, and a CD player at the corner with CDs stacked neatly next to it giving the room the polished, preppy charm of a fashionable teenager in early 2000s.
Jessica stopped at the middle of the room and tilted her head in confusion... Huh... This room doesn't feel familiar at all. She couldn't remember wearing those clothes before and she'd never been the type for reading teen magazines. And those magazines were old. Was she the y2k type girly? Sure, she loves Britney and grew up waking up to early 2000s songs blaring in the house but—
Oh, my god is that Anna Kendrick?!
Jessica dashed in front of the mirror and stared.
That is Anna Kendrick. Why the heck does she look like Anna Kendrick?!
Jessica reached out to poke the gauze plastered in Anna Kendrick's forehead. Gasp!
She'd isekai-ed into Pitch Perfect! Because what's Anna Kendrick's most famous teen movie? Wasn't it Pitch Perfect? This must be the prequel because she looks like a teenager here. Pitch Perfect's first movie took place in college and this is her backstory. How she fell in love with music, started wanting to produce music, went to mixing up songs and DJ-ing and then... Boom! There goes the start of the first movie and Barden Bella's!
That makes perfect sense!
This is just perfect. So perfect!
Jessica couldn't exactly remember how this isekai business chose her (was she hit by a truck or something?) but she didn't exactly care because again, she couldn't remember shit and her head hurts trying to remember details. The isekai gods must have erased her memories for her to make the story progress as it is.
She hasn't watched Pitch Perfect, the prequel, before but she can do this!
(Was there even a prequel?)
Like... Out of all the series, books or movies she could isekai into, this is one of the tamest! No murder plot, serial killer, supernatural things, sci-fi and no Michael Myers. Just comedy musical vibes and early 2000s cringeness, she could survive that!
She'd always wanted to be a singer. She just didn't have the chakra for it in her first life but Anna Kendrick sure does!
"Thank you, isekai gods!" Jessica exclaimed and did her victory dance.
Then she paused. Was Anna Kendrick's character in that movie even named Jessica? Huh... There was 'ca' in the name so... Sounds about right!
Jessica posed in the mirror, just like how she remembered the Barden Bella's performance.
"Whoa, whoa-ooh, whoa, yeah!"
Jessica couldn't contain her excitement—despite Hot Doctor, MD's advice to rest—and continued singing and dancing.
"I gotta new life. You would hardly recognize me. I'm so glad..."