Clarke and Lexa are interrupted from their loving moment by Raven. "Uh… Clarke? We have a minor problem."

Clarke immediately pulls from Lexa's arms and steps up next to Raven's chair. "What is it?"

Raven pulls up the video monitor where Abby is angrily screaming at the camera while Marcus is trying to calm her in the background, but no sound is heard. "Momma G is pissed. Lexa muted her, but she didn't mute us. I'm guessing she's not as keen about this Coalition thing as you are."

Clarke sighs and pulls up the video conference. As soon as she is visible to Abby, the older woman visibly calms.

"Clarke sweetie, are you alright?"

"Yes Mom, I'm fine. Lexa's fine too. As are Raven and Octavia." Clarke watches as Abby barely glances at Lexa and then smiles as soon as she sees Raven and Octavia focusing on flying the plane.

"That's good. But I still want to give you a check-up as soon as you get back to Arkadia."

Clarke rolls her eyes at her mother's overbearing nature. "Moooom, I'm fine." She whines, feeling like she is back in high school once more. "Did you hear everything about the Coalition?"

Abby frowns at her daughter, not wanting to discuss this information in front of Lexa. "Clarke, I don't think now is the time…"

Clarke is confused by her mother's expression not understanding the older woman's hesitance at first, but when she does, she becomes so angry that she can't speak.

Lexa picks up on the distrust of her mother-in-law, and ever the diplomat, she attempts to ease it, trusting that Clarke will convince the woman that it is imperative that the Skaikru fully embrace the offer that was made to them. "I'll leave and let you guys talk."

"No!" Clarke shouts, face softening as she turns around and grabs Lexa's hand. "We're on the same side, now. You don't have to leave." Lexa's small, half-smile forms, drawing out Clarke's full blown smile. Once again, their moment together doesn't last long.

"Clarke, we have already discussed this. The Council has voted, and we aren't going to make peace or join the Coalition or whatever it is you want us to do! I am not putting our people at risk and under control of a cruel dictator!"

Clarke doesn't need to see Lexa to know that her stoic mask has slipped into place to her impatience with her mother-in-law. "A cruel dictator? That's rich, coming from you! Our own Chancellor was a cruel dictator, who tried to have me killed because I wouldn't blindly follow his orders while he put power and money over the good of our people. And you, you sent my father on a mission that got him killed! The Council makes decisions with no input from the people at all. We get one chance to join the Coalition, and this is it; they will forgive the deaths of their people because Wanheda brought down the Mountain, but that offer won't last if we continue to kill their people and compete for clients. This is our chance to become the 13th Clan and save the people we have left from slaughter!"

"Klark is right, Abbi kom Skaikru." Lexa tells the woman with no sign of the anger or exasperation she is feeling. "We have connections, outposts, and manpower that your company simply does not, while you have technology that would benefit us. If we do not form a mutually beneficial relationship now, we will only become enemies in the future."

Abby finally moves away from the camera and sits down in her chair. "The 13th Clan? Does that mean that we follow Lexa?"

"Yes." Clarke replies, which elicits a frown from Abby.

For the first time, Marcus jumps into the conversation, although he at least looks open to the discussion, unlike his lover. "What does that mean in regard to leadership and laws?"

Lexa knew she had liked the man for a reason. He had always acted with honor and a true desire for peace. "I am the Commander of all the clans, but I respect and acknowledge each clan's different forms of government. Each clan has an ambassador, and together we settle disputes, assign jobs, share knowledge of technology and training, and create Coalition-wide laws. In times of war, I have the power to take control of each clan's army so that I may act swiftly and decisively, and I hold veto power and break ties in votes. Each Clan still has its own leader."

Marcus looks pleased with her answer, but Abby still looks skeptical.

Clarke is desperate to convince her mother; she doesn't want to find herself on the opposite side of Lexa in a war, especially because she knows that Lexa would protect her with all the powers of the Commander, even if it endangered her own. "Mom, this is our Unity Day. We can be the 13th Clan, or our people can be slaughtered. We don't stand a chance against the armies of the Coalition, and there's no way the animosity of our people will be held in check by a simple treaty. We need the protection of the Commander and the Coalition."

Abby looks to Marcus, who is only giving her encouraging looks. "So we become the 13th Clan… What's going to protect our people from those who seek retribution on us?"

Clarke hates what she had to do to gain the titles she now holds, but she knows that they are important for the power they give her. "Wanheda, the Mountain Slayer."

"Abby, the Coalition is not just a group of people who made peace with each other. It's a sharing of knowledge and resources. The peace is self-regulating, because those who step out of line face not just one enemy, but 11. Am I correct, Commander?" When Lexa confirms the man's thoughts with a stoic nod, he continues trying to convince the stubborn woman that it will be worth it in the long run to give up some of their autonomy. "If we have peace, our numbers can finally rebound to even greater than when our company first started out. We have to do what's best for them!"

Abby carefully thinks over everything that she has been told, and knows what she has to do. When she meets the pleading blue eyes of her daughter, she gives her a tentative but hopeful smile. "Clarke, you know the Chancellor has the power to override any decision that Marcus and I may make, but I will do my best to convince Thelonious. OK?"

Clarke grimaces and breaks eye-contact with her mother. "Well, about that…"

Two hours later, Clarke finally gets the chance to sit down. Unfortunately, it's in the medical bay with her mother about to examine her, but after the exhausting past few days, she's almost beyond caring.

As soon as the plane had landed at Arkadia, she and Lexa had been swiftly swept into the conference room to talk with the two remaining Council members and all the senior agents. She and Lexa had led the discussion, argued with dissenters, and cajoled the Skaikru into finally accepting that joining the Coalition was in the best interest of their people. Shortly after, Marcus had been picked up by a grumbling Gustus and brought to Polis, where he could meet the representatives of the 12 Clans and start negotiating about the resources the Skaikru had and where they could use assistance.

Once Marcus and the other agents had left, Clarke had been left alone with her still angry mother and wife who now had control over all their people. Lexa didn't waste any time in pulling out her cell phone and making an "important" call to Polis. Even though she was talking in Trigedasleng, Lexa was still her wife and Clarke knew the brunette was just trying to avoid her mother-in-law. Unfortunately, with Lexa busy on the phone, Clarke had no excuse to deny her mother the medical examination that she knew she needed but did not want.

Abby rolls a tray of medical tools next to the examination table that Clarke is sitting on and settles herself down onto a rolling stool. Forcing herself to enter doctor mode, Abby tries to ignore the fact that her daughter, her little girl, is covered in blood, dirt, and injuries. "It might be easier if you shower first, but I want to check you out and clean your injuries, OK?"

Clarke sighs but mumbles "OK," knowing that her mother isn't going to be happy with the injuries that she finds.

Abby grabs a soft cloth and dips it into a bowl of soapy water and starts to gently sponge away the heavy eye black around Clarke's eyes and on her nose. There are some lighter streaks on Clarke's cheeks, which confuse her for a moment, until she realizes that it's smudges from Lexa's war paint. This explains why the Commander had a tiny black smudge on her nose, and Abby quickly shuts off that line of thinking, as she knows but doesn't want to imagine how the two smudged their war paint all over each other's faces.

Clarke zones out as her mother cleans her face, as the pain radiating from what feels like her entire body finally hits her. When a bright light shines in her eyes, she flinches and quickly blinks, trying to get the white spots out of her vision. "Mom, what the hell?"

"You definitely have a concussion. You should have a CT of your brain just to be sure that there's no bleeding. And what is all this black paint on your face for?"

"It's war paint. Lexa did it for me."

"I can see that." Abby mumbles as she picks up a cotton ball, pours some alcohol on it, and dabs at the cut running along Clarke's cheek bone. Little does the older woman know that the cut came from her daughter-in-law's fist.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Clarke growls, pulling away as fire sears through her cheek.

"Clarke, honey… I just worry about you. The things we have heard about the Commander… You deserve so much more than she can give you. She is always going to put her work first."

"What's this really about, Mom?" Clarke glares at her mother, knowing that she should have confronted the woman about the dislike of her wife long before this. "Because you have never liked Lexa, even before you knew she was the Commander. Is it because she's a girl? Because she's driven and successful? What is it really? Because you're the only blood relative I have left after you got Dad killed, but I will never speak to you again if you don't accept my choice in partner. Because I love her so much Mom, and I know you don't see it, but she loves me too. And she makes me happy, and takes care of me, and I want to spend the rest of my life with her." By the time Clarke finishes, tears are rolling down her cheeks and her lip is trembling with anger and sadness.

Abby can't stop her own tears and she pulls her daughter in for a long hug, gently rubbing her back until both of their tears stop. When Clarke's arms loosen around her, Abby pulls back and gently places her hands on both of Clarke's beautiful round cheeks, wiping the tears away with her thumbs. "I didn't know it was him. Thelonious didn't tell us which agent would be going on the mission until after we voted on if the mission risks were acceptable for the possible rewards. I never wanted your father to be in such a dangerous situation, but how could I say no after I already approved it for another agent?" Abby hangs her head, knowing that she had failed her husband and daughter, but the war with the Grounders had been so bad, and they had just been trying to survive. When she finally meets her daughter's eyes, they hold some measure of understanding, but still anger, and Abby knows that she owes both Clarke and Lexa an apology for how unfairly she had treated her daughter-in-law. "Clarke… I know you love her. And you know that I have never cared if your significant others were male or female or neither gender. I only want you to be happy, and…"

When her mother trails off, Clarke whispers, "but I am happy. With Lexa."

"I know that. But you were both so involved with your jobs, and I never wanted you to have to choose the way I did. I wanted you to have something that was safe and normal, not someone who was just as involved in their job as you were in yours. I didn't want you to have to make a choice between your partner and the good of your people.

"But that's part of the reason I fell in love with her. She always understood the struggles I had with leadership and protecting my people. We connected on a deeper level, even if we didn't know why. She's my soulmate." Clarke can't help but laugh at the absurdity of the situation. "It all makes sense now, because she was dealing with the exact same situation, just on a grander scale." Abby is tentatively smiling at her now, and Clarke hopes that moving forward things are going to be better for her family.

"I know she feels the same about you, or you wouldn't have married her." Abby tells her daughter, no longer afraid that her daughter is going to leave her.

"Mmhmm." Clarke hums, tired but content that everything is falling into place.

"I promise I'll work on the Lexa situation, OK? Just give me some time to accept that my daughter-in-law is now in charge of me." Both women share a small chuckle, which makes Clarke wince as pain shoots through her injuries. Abby gives the younger blonde a stern glance. "Where did you get all these injuries? I thought you didn't have much resistance in the Mountain? I'm going to need to look at those ribs closer."

"Nooo Mom, I'm way too old for you to see me naked!"

Abby shoves a gown and a clean pair of underwear into Clarke's hands and pulls the curtain around the bed. "Clarke, I gave birth to you, and I am a doctor. Now hurry up, you better be done by the time I get back with the portable machines."

Clarke groans but slowly pushes herself to her feet and strips off her clothes, wincing as she aggravates her injuries trying to pull the blood encrusted clothing off her tired and sore body. She doesn't even know why she bothers to put the gown on, as she has wounds over her entire body.

Abby makes sure to make plenty of noise as she wheels the machines back, then rips open the curtain, happy to find that her daughter followed her instructions, but knowing that the compliance most likely means that her girl has more injuries than that which are obvious.

"Let's start from your head and work our way down, OK? And I need you to be honest about your injuries so I can properly treat them."

Clarke internally winces, knowing that this may ruin her mother's new opinion towards Lexa. "Weeeeell… Lexa and I… Let's just say that we… reacted… unfavorably, when we found out who the other was. Then we invaded a prison, were attacked by Mountainmen, and invaded the Mountain, then were reeled in like fish on Raven's harpoon, so…"

Abby wishes that her daughter was not in these dangerous situations, but had come to terms with the fact that Clarke was extremely competent and nothing could stop her. When Clarke takes off her gown though, leaving her in nothing but her bra and underwear, Abby wants to kill whoever put the bruises, cuts, and burns on her baby's body. Without saying anything, Abby hooks Clarke up to an IV and gives her some fluids and a heavy dose of morphine. Once Clarke's eyes have dulled from the drug, Abby begins to clean Clarke's wounds, and Clarke answers the silent question of how she sustained each injury.

Dark bruising covers almost the entirety of Clarke's forehead. "Lexa slammed my face into the wall when I tried to elbow her in her beautiful face. And my elbow went through the dry wall." Clarke pouts and holds up her bruised elbow in her mother's face, and Abby gently moves it away so she can continue working.

Abby notices a small cut on Clarke's ear, already scabbed over, but she still cleans the cut. "Lexa misthrew a knife."

Carefully, Abby stitches the cut on her daughter's cheek, ensuring that she will have minimal scaring. "Lexa punched me in the face. Her arms look so thin but she's so strong."

When Abby notices the large hickey on neck and a bite mark on her right shoulder, she tries to move past those without eliciting the now over talkative Clarke, but has no such luck. "I wouldn't recommend sitting at the dining room table anymore." Clarke giggles out and Abby groans, debating whether she should just knock Clarke out, but she doesn't want to miss any of her injuries. Knowing that her ribs were hurting, Abby undoes Clarke's gown and sets it aside, only to face the full reality that Clarke is covered even further in cuts and bruises than she had imagined.

There's a through and through bullet on her left shoulder. Abby carefully examines and cleans the wound, waiting for Clarke to speak, but the girl doesn't say anything until Abby has stitched and bandaged both front and back wounds. "I thought she was dead. I thought the Mountainmen had killed her, and I…"

Abby doesn't want Clarke to get worked up and gently soothes her. "Lexa's safe, baby. She's OK. You saved her." As soon as that thought sinks in, Clarke's dopey smile returns as she thinks about her wife, so Abby continues cleaning Clarke's wounds.

Abby ignores the yellowing bruise over Clarke's sternum that she had looked at a few days ago, but can't help but notice the several other bruises that are the same scattered across her front and back. "Thank God for bulletproof vests." Abby mumbles, realizing that this was how many times Clarke could have died last night.

Abby looks up at Clarke and sees that she is practically asleep sitting up, and quickly goes through the rest of her injuries. She stitches up a bullet graze on her thigh and arm and then stitches up a long cut on the underside of her forearm. "Lexa smashed that vase you bought us for Christmas." Clarke mumbles. "But we have to redecorate, so you can pick us out another one. But get one that isn't ugly this time." The mother can't help but smile wryly at her daughter's words, knowing that there is no way she would have told her that if she wasn't drugged up.

As Abby applies some ointment to burns on Clarke's arm, Clarke tells her, "I exploded the kitchen."

Ignoring the fact that Clarke isn't making any sense, Abby checks over Clarke one more time, noting the bruise on her hip and thigh, "Lexa hit me with the car, but I think I jumped in front of it" then makes her way to Clarke's back, where she sees various cuts and bruises "we need new china. And a new China cabinet. Lexa was like the hulk, she's so strong, you know? She went smash smash, but used me to do the smashing." Clarke pouts and Abby winces, but at least these cuts don't need anything other than a quick cleaning, and then Abby is finished. At this point, Clarke is nearly fully asleep sitting upright, and Abby gently lays her down on the bed.

Abby takes the time to clean the rest of Clarke's body and run a few scans, confirming that she has a few hairline fractures in her ribs but no bleeding in her brain. Once she's done, she covers Clarke with a blanket and gives her a kiss on the forehead. As she pulls back, Clarke's eyes wearily blink open and her hand latches onto Abby's wrist.

"Where's my Lexa? You's need to check her out too. I love her so much, she's my warrior goddess, my commander." Clarke slurs out, only releasing Abby's wrist when the woman nods her confirmation of the request.

"I promise I will. Now go to sleep baby, OK?" Abby smiles as Clarke's blue eyes slowly disappear behind heavy lids. She places a quick kiss on Clarke's uninjured cheek and leaves the exam room in search of Lexa. She heads up the elevator to the Council room, but doesn't see or hear the brunette anywhere on that floor, so she takes the stairs one floor down to where the "Delinquents" all have offices. As soon as she steps onto the floor, she hears raised voices, which she follows to the conference room.

Raven, Octavia, and Lincoln are sitting around the conference table watching Lexa bark orders through a video conference to what must be her generals.

"Onya, we knew this wouldn't be an easy transition, but the Clans will fall in line." Abby pauses, as this is the first time she has truly seen Lexa as the Commander, and what a terrifying sight it is. The young brunette is all confidence, strength, and power despite her thing body. "Just do your best to keep things under control until I get there. I'll head over right now."

As Lexa's words process, Abby jumps into the conversation. "No, you will most certainly not!" Raven and Octavia jump in surprise, having not heard their pseudo-mother's approach, but Lexa and Lincoln appear unsurprised but confused at Abby's outburst. "I just finished Clarke's physical, and if you are anything near as injured as she is, there's no way you're going anywhere without medical attention."

Anya can only watch as Lexa straightens her back and clasps her hands tightly behind her back, hiding her frustration. "Thank you for your concern, Dr. Griffin, but we do have our own doctors at Polis, and they are more than capable of caring for my injuries, as soon as I have checked on Clarke and appeased the ambassadors."

Abby's brow wrinkles in determination, just like Clarke's does during an argument. "I promised my daughter that I would take care of you, and I won't break another promise to her. Your… general, correct?" Abby gestures at Anya, who nods her reply to Abby's question. "She can handle things until you are no longer in danger of dying from internal bleeding."

Anya knows Lexa is about to protest, so she speaks before her best friend has the chance to. "Abby is right, Leksa. No bilaik branwada. Teik kare gon yu medo o Wanheda en yu nomonseken ste pis."

Lexa sighs but allows her posture to relax ever so slightly. "OK, I will submit to your medical exam before I head back to Polis." Lincoln chuckles at Anya's dressing down of Lexa while the rest of the women struggle to figure out what Anya has said to the commander to convince her to submit to a medical exam from her angry mother-in-law.

"Good. Let's go then." Abby turns away without another word and leads the tired brunette down the hallway towards the elevator. Neither of the women speak until they step out of the elevator onto the basement.

"Is Klark alright?" Lexa whispers, needing the reassurance that she isn't going to lose her love. Clarke had seemed fine when they had returned to Arkadia, or at least no worse than she was, but she had been unable to fully check her wife over before she had been forced to deal with squabbles that were already breaking out amongst the ambassadors.

Abby softens her gaze as she meets tired green eyes. She had promised Clarke that she was going to try to get to know Lexa and accept her, and that needed to start now. "I'm sure you're… fully aware of most of her injuries… I cleaned her wounds and stitched her up. I want to monitor her for internal bleeding and her head injury, but other than that and a few cracks in her ribs, she's going to make a full recovery."

Lexa lets out a shaky sigh of relief. "Thank you, Dr. Griffin."

Abby watches as Lexa rushes towards the sleeping blonde and starts whispering in the sleeping woman's ear, gently stroking her hair and cheek. The older blonde lets her daughter-in-law fuss over her daughter, but gently places her hand on the brunette's back after she has checked that Clarke is perfectly tucked in for the second time. "C'mon, Lexa. Let's get you checked out so you can rest. And please, call me Abby."

Lexa reluctantly allows herself to be led to another exam bed, but it is right next to Clarke so she can still watch her wife's gentle breathing. When Abby shoves a gown in her face, Lexa's attention is drawn back to the doctor, and she realizes that the woman was speaking to her. "Right. Abbi."

Abby gives Lexa a small smile and starts to draw the curtain around the bed. "I'll give you a minute to change into that while I get some supplies."

Lexa is confused at the suddenly kind treatment from her mother-in-law, but is too tired to question it. She manages to hold in the moans she wants to let out as she slowly and painfully strips off her clothes and puts on the stark white underwear and gown. As she is carefully folding her dirty clothes, Abby pulls back the curtain.

"I'll do the same with you as I did to Clarke, OK? Start from your head and move downward. I'm going to give you some fluids, and I need you to be completely honest with what hurts. Understand?" Abby meets and holds Lexa's intense stare until the green eyes dart down to the folded hands in her lap.

"I know not to lie to fisas, Abbi." Lexa grumbles out.

Abby quickly and carefully inserts the IV into Lexa's arm and tapes it into place. Quickly, she injects a dose of morphine into the line before Lexa can protest. She fiddles with her medical tools, stalling until Lexa's eyes have become dreamy, and she knows that the Commander is feeling the effects of the drug.

Abby starts to clean Lexa's face of the "war paint," making sure to get everything, from the dark streaks around her eyes to the gentle smudges on her nose from Clarke's "war paint." Lexa's face looks clear of any major injuries besides a few cuts, but Lexa gently prods the back of her head with a finger and winces. "This bump from when Clarke smashed my head into the stair railings doesn't hurt anymore." Lexa pokes it again, harder, before Abby can stop her. "Did you drug me?"

"I just gave you a little something to take the edge off, OK?" Abby shines the light in the brunette's eyes to check for a concussion, and confirms that she most likely has one but there are no signs indicating any further injury to her brain.

Lexa barely tolerates the flashlight before she is pushing Abby's arm away. Abby sighs, knowing that Lexa is going to be one of those patients; that is, even worse than her daughter. Knowing she's going to need to work as quickly as possible, she unties Lexa's gown and sets it aside, nearly gasping as she sees that the brunette is just as injured as her daughter is.

Abby frowns as she catches sight of the already healing scrapes and stitches in Lexa's shoulder blade. She carefully runs her fingers over them, then puts a fresh bandage over them. "Whoever put these in needs to work on their technique. You'll most likely have a small scar, although it will barely be noticeable if you take care of it while it heals."

"Jok Onya." Lexa growls, clenching her fist, and while Abby has no idea what that means, she knows it isn't kind.

The doctor deviates from her initial plan by the state of Lexa's back, which looks as if it's just one large bruise. "Lexa, what happened to your back?"

Lexa twists, trying to see her back, but winces as it pulls on her ribs. "I hit a mirror during our waltz. Oh yeah! I used it to break my fall onto a chair. And Clarke slammed me into the fireplace. It was kind of hard to breathe after that, but that could have been because Clarke looked so beautiful." Lexa trails off as she remembers the fire and strength of her wife and how beautiful she had been even while they had been trying to kill each other.

Abby is horrified but also secretly glad that her baby gave as good as she got. Judging by the bruising on Lexa's back, however, her ribs are most likely broken, and she's going to need to wrap them as soon as she finishes with Lexa's other injuries. There are some angry raised scrapes running down her back as well, but she ignores them as the skin isn't broken. When Abby looks up from Lexa's injured back she finds the woman gazing with utmost love at a sleeping Clarke, and she can't help but smile at the sweet sight. Her eyes widen and she inhales a deep breath as the angle of Lexa's neck fully emphasizes several large hickeys on her daughter-in-law's neck and a line of bite marks down one shoulder, and the doctor realizes that the scrapes on Lexa's back come from a moment of passion and not a moment of anger.

Lexa is broken from her adoration of Clarke upon hearing Abby's sudden intake of breath, and she flushes bright red when she catches Abby's line of sight. Lexa slaps a hand over her shoulder, trying to hide the sex wounds, but winces as this only presses on the shoulder she had dislocated. Lexa tries to smile innocently, pressing her hand tightly into her shoulder.

Abby rolls her eyes and tries to pry Lexa's fingers off her shoulder. "Lexa, I've already seen them, just let me check out your shoulder!"

"Seen what? There's nothing to see here!"

Abby picks up another shot of morphine and injects some more into Lexa's IV. After a moment, the woman's body relaxes and her hand falls off her shoulder, allowing Abby to see the bruising around the socket. She carefully rotates the joint, watching Lexa for signs of discomfort.

"Clarke fixed it already. I'm fine." Lexa pouts, trying not to wince at the tightness of her shoulder.

"I'm going to have to X-ray you to make sure everything is back in its correct place, and you're going to need to wear a sling for the next few weeks." Abby carefully applies some burn ointment to Lexa's forearm before she settles the brunette's left arm into a sling. At this point, Lexa has reached the same stage of exhaustion as Clarke, so Abby carefully lays her down on the table.

With Lexa's right arm at her side now and not clutching her waist, Abby finally catches sight of the bullet wound in Lexa's right abdomen. "Lexa! You were shot? Why didn't you say anything!"

Lexa shrinks into herself as Abby pulls out some tools and nearly whimpers as the woman starts prodding the wound, trying to find the bullet still inside her abdomen. "I thought I was going to die when it happened. But then there was an angel who came to rescue me. She was so beautiful."

Abby sighs as she hears the brunette call her daughter an angel. She doesn't know how she had been so blind to the intense love they clearly shared for each other. Finally, she pulls the bullet from Lexa's wound and carefully checks for internal bleeding or any nicked arteries, but it appears that Lexa was truly blessed, as no fresh blood comes from the wound. "Any other bullets I should be worried about?"

Lexa smiles and shakes her head. "No, I had a bullet proof vest on." She then proceeds to happily poke all the circular bruises across her abdomen that she can't feel but can see. "Oh, and this one is from Clarke's knee."

Abby sighs and grabs both of the brunette's hands. "Anything else hurt? Or was hurting but doesn't anymore?"

Lexa adopts a confused frown, as she fights through the fog in her brain to remember what had been hurting. She proceeds to show Abby the bruise on her hip where "I jumped out of the car to get away from Clarke. But why did I do that, I don't ever want to leave Clarke again."

'Again?' Abby thinks, but knows this is a question for later. In fact, she might not even want to know at this point.

"My knees hurt. And my thigh. And my foot." Lexa wiggles her toes and winces, and Abby helps Lexa scoot backwards on the bed so her legs are no longer hanging off it. Lexa watches as Abby wraps both of her knees with gauze and tries to remember what the cuts were from. "All must bow before the mighty Wanheda." Lexa mumbles, remembering how the broken glass in the kitchen had cut into her knees.

Abby ignores Lexa's ramblings and examines the bruise on her thigh, which was about the size of a foot. Someone must have kicked her, and hard. But the bruise will heal, so Abby finally reaches the last part of Lexa's injured body: her foot. A small but perfectly circular and dark bruise is in the middle of her foot. The bruise is so dark, Abby thinks that it might be broken, and grabs the X-ray machine.

"Clarke needs dance lessons." Lexa mumbles, and Abby surmises that the bruise must have come from a heel. By the time Abby has X-rayed Lexa's foot and determined that it is broken, Lexa is fully asleep. Abby puts a black cast on Lexa's foot and X-rays the woman's ribs, finding that they are indeed broken. The doctor wraps them tightly and then scans Lexa's brain, confirming that there is no internal bleeding in the brunette's brain. Just as she is smoothing out Lexa's hair, green eyes shoot wide open.

"Clarke? Where is she?"

Abby puts one hand on Lexa's uninjured shoulder and one on her cheek to soothe her and prevent her from getting up. "Clarke's fine, she's sleeping."

Lexa turns her head and a tear slips out of one eye as she finally sees her favorite blonde. "I love you, Clarke, my sweet angel." Lexa reaches out, the drugs impairing her judgement, and whines when she realizes that she can't reach her wife.

Realizing what Lexa wants, Abby pushes her bed over next to Clarke's, and Lexa picks up Clarke's hand and interlaces their fingers. Clarke groans and her eyes blink open slowly, blue meeting green once again.

"Lex, you're OK. You're here." Clarke mumbles as a smile overtakes her face.

"Of course, my love. I'll always be with you."

The two women fight the drug and their exhaustion as long as they can, but barely a moment later both drift off again, hands still intertwined.

Abby brushes her tears away at the sweet display and then hooks both of her daughters up the various monitors before dimming the lights around their bed and heading back to her office. If anything happens, she'll be able to hear the alarms and provide care for either of them.

Soon, Abby falls into an exhausted sleep, but is awakened in the early morning as she feels a body slide behind her onto the cot. Rough facial hair tickles the back of her neck and a familiar arm wraps around her waist.

"They're both alright?" Marcus whispers into her ear as he settles himself onto the bed.

"I'm honestly not sure how they managed to do anything with the extensive injuries they have, but yes, they're both going to be fine."

"Good." The man hums, almost asleep already.

Abby smiles as she interlaces her fingers with Marcus' hand, completely content in the arms of her new lover while able to look upon her two peacefully resting daughters.