Raven stumbled into the laundry room, bleary eyed, incredibly relieved that she hadn't dropped her basket on the way down the stairs. She had tried to avoid it for three weeks now. She winced at the harsh glare of the industrial lighting, a red LED digital clock practically shouting 4:13 AM at her hungover ass. Dumping everything into one washing machine, she threw a Tide ball into the drum and set it to the coldest setting, so it wouldn't fuck up her "delicates," though she honestly didn't give a single fuck. She didn't have enough time on the daily to worry about what she was wearing anyway.

Clarke had decided it would be a good idea to get piss-drunk at 3 in the afternoon, and they decided to take a shot every time a woman died on The Walking Dead. What had started as a continual tipsiness eventually caught up with them and even though Clarke had soldiered through it with a Monster (fuckin four loco scare anyone?) Raven passed the fuck out on the couch. And it was midterm week. Meaning if she didn't get her shit together by morning, she was royally fucked for her thermo exam. She had planned to wake up around 2 to start working, but obviously slept through all her alarms until a very irritated Lexa shook her awake around a half hour ago. But she could do it, theoretically. She would probably have dicked around for an hour and a half instead of doing actual work anyway. And doing laundry would keep her awake, because she didn't want her clothes to smell like shit, even if she didn't care enough to sort them.

She did a one-eighty out of the laundry room, bumping into someone who fell onto their ass, spilling their clothes everywhere.

"I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD-"

"SHIT, Anya, I'm so fucking sorry."

She bent down to help Anya up, and then suddenly realized her leg was on fucking fire.

"Shit, shit, shit." Raven chanted, trying to kick feeling back into it.

"What the fuck?" Anya practically shouted as she turned the light on. "Do you not have eyes, you mor- Raven? Fuck, what's wrong?"

"I'm fine." Raven snaps. "Fuck, I'm sorry. Let me just...I'll take care of your clothes, okay? Like, you did mine so I got it." She gritted her teeth, tears swimming in her eyes. Then, clearing her throat, "Your suite's on the fourth, right? I got it." Most of the upperclassmen had the upper floors, probably better for avoiding the Res Hall Coordinators and Freshman RAs scrutiny while partying.

"Hey," Anya grabbed her arm, "what's going on."

"I'm fine."

"You're not fine!"

"Even if I wasn't, it wouldn't be any of your damn business." Raven angrily pulled her arm away.

Anya's gaze softened. "You're right. I'm sorry. I invaded your personal space."

Raven's brow furrowed. "I did first. Don't worry about it."

"Well, you don't worry about it either then. And I can take care of my clothes, it's fine."

"I can do it, really, I've got to be up for this thermo test anyway."

"Thermo?" Anya looked surprised.

"Youngest pseudo-junior in 51 years." Raven smirked, forgetting the pain through her pride. I came in a second semester sophomore by school standing with all my AP credit, so I decided on a double EE-MechE major. I probably could have done thermo last semester, but I wanted to 'experience college life,' you know. Just get the hang of it and all that" Raven wasn't really sure what she was saying anymore, because she was so damn tired. Her headache began to resurface, making itself known in the throbbing of her temples.

She barely made it to the trash can.

Anya stood by, Raven could feel her presence, but she ignored it and kept hurling. Raven could finally feel the nausea ebb away, and thankfully with it, her headache. She massaged at her temples, feeling a weight lift off her shoulders with the release in pressure. She could hear the sound of running water in the bathroom. Anya made her way back to the common room.

"Here's a paper towel for your face. The water in the sink should be warm by now."

Raven could hardly deal with the humiliation, but she could also tell that Anya wasn't judging her. She made her way to the bathroom, rinsing her mouth and splashing the water on her face. Feeling a thousand times better, she exited the bathroom sheepishly, wanting to thank Anya, who had somehow managed to pick her clothing off the floor and find spare time to leave a flimsy plastic cup of water out for Raven on the pool table. Raven grabbed it and took a small sip.

"Careful." Anya's voice warned. "When's the last time you ate something?"

"Uhhh..." Raven's face flushed.

"Do you have anything to eat?"

"Yeah, I'll just grab some ramen from my room."

By the time Raven got back with her cup noodle and headed to the microwave, Anya was on the phone with someone, and Raven could hear it ringing from across the room. "Hi!" Anya's voice went two octaves up and became bubblier than Raven thought possible from someone related to Lexa Woods. "Is this Emergency Maintenance? Yes, I'm in Myers House on the west side of campus. There's been an accident with a resident on the first floor. Could we have someone in here to clean it up please? Thank you so much!" With that, she cut the phone, and turned her attention to Raven again.

"I would normally write this up but I'm way too tired for this right now and I'm not on call anyway."

Raven's mouth dropped open a little with surprise. "You're an RA? I thought you were rooming with friends in one of the upper dorms or something?"

"No, I'm on the third floor with the freshmen."

"Dude, I'm really sorry, Anya."

"Listen, just email your prof and tell him you can't take the exam. Michelson still teaches 232, right?"

Raven swallowed. "Yeah."

"He's good about that. I took that class last semester, and he was super chill when I got a stomach bug and couldn't turn in a project on time."

Raven sighed. "I'll do that, but, I'm up now. Here, let me take care of your clothes. For real. It's the least I can do."

Anya scrutinized her closely. "Okay...but only because I need to shower after smelling that, and god, I've been grading papers since 1" she murmured, without any real malice. "Just take care of yourself."

"Will do."

Raven took an extra long shower of her own, letting the water wash the smell of regret off her skin, and put both their clothes in the dryer before penning an email to Professor Michelson. She was one of his favorite students, so he would probably consider it true that she had food poisoning, and would probably still have an A if she didn't turn up for this exam, but there was no harm in studying while she had to be up anyway. She ate the cold noodles, while waiting for the dryer to finish. Once both machines beeped, she shoveled Anya's clothes and her own shit into their respective baskets and lugged Anya's up the tiny elevator to the third floor. She felt like she should leave Anya something, so she grabbed a Snickers from the first floor vending machine and wrote on a paper towel, "YOU'RE NOT YOURSELF WHEN YOU'RE HUNGRY," wrapping it around the bar and throwing it into the hamper with the clothes.

Lexa had mentioned how annoying it was that Anya loved nuts when Lexa had a nut allergy, and would steal Reeses from Lexa's Halloween stash without trading anything back, so she figured it was fine. She'll go nuts, Raven punned to herself, grinning, and then realizing she should probably go back to bed. She set an alarm for 10 am, and wrapped herself in the sheets, drifting into a long dreamless sleep.