Jackson was waiting in the Medbay when Lexa came in carrying the unconscious body of Clarke Griffin. A memory of sorts started to materialize, but had quickly dissipated when ALIE came to stand besides him, looking intently at the Commander. If she was capable of emotion he would say she looked curious, as her eye's roamed up and down Lexa's body. Slowly she moved closer, he watched the visible reaction from Lexa as ALIE closed the distance between them. He watched as ALIE reach out her hand to touch the Commander, and then heard the screams that filled the air when ALIE finally placed the hand to Lexa's head.
The steady sound of beeping filled the air as Abby walked between Clarke and the Commander. She had been able to perform a full check-up of Clarke's injures which thankfully were mainly just cuts and bruises. Aside from a minor concussion Clarke should be fine, and would be watched over for the next 24 hours, keeping an eye out for any swelling that could occur.
On the bed besides Clarke rested Octavia who was being tended by Jackson and Nyko. When they had been able to remove Octavia's clothes were horrified by what they found. From the neck down her body was a mass of black and blue bruises, some so dark Abby feared internal bleeding. They were relieved to find that, as they placed cooling rages along the heated and ravaged skin the darkening seemed to respond and lessen. A shudder ran down her spine at the thought that someone could inflict so much damage to such a slight frame.
Indra, who had walked in as they were removing the younger warrior's clothes growled at the sight, and had ordered that the Medbay be cleared of all but the absolute serious of cases, and even those had been relegated to the corner, as far away from the three as possible. Indra, Ryder and Lincoln now stood near guarding the door.
"Lexa," came a strangled voice below her. Looking down, her eyes filled with relief, Abby watched as Clarke slowly opened her eyes.
"Hey, baby," Abby said whispering, not wanting to startle her daughter as she moved in closer. "How are you feeling?"
"Hurts," she said succinctly, causing Abby to chuckle at the over simple explanation.
"Where is Lexa?" Clarke asked after a momentary pause, realizing the missing Heda.
Abby looked down at her daughter trying to hide the fear and concern for the comatose woman behind her. "Not good," she said with a sigh, moving from Clarke's view to reveal Lexa, dressed in a hospital gown with various tubes and wires attached to her body. Clarke was happy to find that Lexa was still breathing on her own and the steady beep beep of the heart monitor offered her a small measure of comfort.
Her body looked fine, but her face somewhat swollen and her lip cut, were twisted with a inner torment, marring the beautiful and, normally, calm and stoic features. Clarke made to move but Abby placed a restraining hand out to prevent her. Which Clarke all but slapped away, to slide off the bed nearly collapsing from the pain as her feet touched the ground.
Abby surprised by the intensity of her daughter's reaction, stood dumb and in place. As Nyko rushed to support Clarke, helping her the few steps to Lexa's side.
"What happened?" an angry Clarke asked, not taking her eyes off of Lexa. "Who did this?"
The piercing pain had again subsided to a dull hum as Lexa slowly opened her eyes to the soft light that filtered thru her close lids. She rested on her back on some kind of hard surface. She bolt up right, her eyes flying open as realization hit. She had been in Medbay but the brightness of the light reminded her of the Sun. Quickly she forced her eyes to adjust and was unnerved to find she was in what appeared to be Polis before the bombs had fallen. She saw her tower looming high above, but here it was not alone. There were other such building some taller than her tower; rising proudly above, so close to the clouds as if anyone in them could touch the white pillow like puffs.
"Lexa," came a voice from behind her. Quickly spinning around, warrior stance at the ready, to find herself looking at a face she recognized from one of Clarke's drawings.
"Raven," Lexa said testing the name that came to mind.
"Yes," the brown eye girl breathed in relief. "You must stop Her," Raven said panic deforming her features.
Lexa paused to look more closely at one of Clarke's dearest friends. She saw an odd mixture of profound happiness, laced with deep agitation and fear. Her brown eyes were darting everywhere barely settling on Lexa before shifting to look elsewhere, sharply focused then glazed and lost. There was something about the girl that screamed unstable to Lexa's trained eyes. Lexa grew cautious as the girl seemed to become increasingly irate as time passed.
"Stop her," Raven screamed before her face contorted in agony and then her body disappeared completely.
Lexa stepped back in shock at the sudden impossible departure of Raven Reyes.
Clarke watched as Abby prepared the scan machine to see if they could figure out what was the cause of Lexa's sudden condition. Clarke had listen with barely contained panic as Abby had recounted what had befallen the Commander.
Clarke's insides were a tight knot of emotion as she looked at the lifeless body of the once strong Heda. She couldn't lose Lexa, not after finally giving herself to her. Finally trusting Lexa enough to forgive her for the betrayal at the mountain. She realized now she had been stubborn in wanting to wait, to prolong the suffering of the Commander for her abandonment of her. The time she had spent in Polis trying to fight off her still strong attraction and desire for Lexa had been difficult and sometimes painful, but she had been unwilling to admit defeat at the understanding of why Lexa did what she did and how Clarke would have done the same. She knew that Lexa would have easily forgiven her if their roles were reversed. Making it all the more challenging for her to relent. When she finally did, it was as if the world had been made brighter. In Lexa's arms she had found a home, a place to keep her safe, protected and valued for more than the sacrifices she would be forced to make. Now, her home lay fighting for her life on a battle ground no one could see or understand.
"We're ready," Abby said laying a hand gently on Clarke's shoulder as she pulled her daughter away.
Nodding Clarke move to stand close but out of the way of what was being done.
John needed to find Lexa. He had watched as Raven had become increasingly agitated as she sat to the side muttering to herself, unconcerned at the worried glances that came her way. She was looking more and more worn as the minutes passed. When he went over to her to make sure she was okay, her face suddenly changed shifting to a look of pure bliss. Joy radiated from her where moments before she had looked anything but.
She had told him she was fine, wonderful even. Thanking him for his concern, before standing up leaving without another word or backwards glance.
Something was up and he needed tell Lexa what he knew since Clarke was probably in no state to do anything. He knew that they were headed to Medbay. So he made his way there hopping the Commander was still around.
To his shock he saw that Clarke and Dr Griffin were standing looking at a monitor deep in conversation over a body that lay before them. Nodding to Indra, before looking around he saw no sign of the Commander. Which considering what he knew of her attachment to Clarke made not sense. Looking to Clarke, he noted that she seemed angry but focused. Who ever lay there was important to her. Making his way closer confusion settle within as his saw the inert form of the Commander. Biting his lip in worry he lifted his gaze to the monitor.
His sharp intake of breath had started the two women who looked at him with murder in their eyes at the sudden intrusion. Their looks soon morphed into concerned as he stared transfixed on the image displayed on the screen before him. It was an X-ray of the Commander from the neck up. Nestled at the base of her skull at the curve of her neck was a little chip like thing with the symbol of the Commander's Spirit. A sign he would not soon forget having been beaten because of it. He noted that from it seemed to flow little tendril like threads that snaked and anchored themselves into Heda's spinal column.
"We need to get Titus here," he said not taking his eyes off the screen. "This is trouble," he said finally looking down at Clarke and then to Abby.
"Why," both women asked in mirrored confusion.
"Lexa is in the City if Light."