A/N: Hey :) Short chapter compared to yesterday, but I am absolutely exhausted and need to sleep right now haha :) Gonnna be some fun in the next few chapters so stay tuned for that! :D I love you guys, and I especially loved all the amazing reviews last chapter, you are all awesome! xxx
When the battle was finally over, they had won, completely decimating the opposing side.
But the victory was not without cost, as they had lost nearly four hundred warriors themselves, both Trikru and Skaikru. Abby and Kane had been devastated at the news, but Clarke had pulled them aside and told them to get over it, they killed four times as many as they lost. And there were always casualties in war, no matter how hard you fought to protect everyone.
The army Lexa had called stayed close, waiting to have a funeral for the dead until their Heda could preside over it, being constantly assured by Clarke that Lexa was well on her way to a full recovery from the injuries she had suffered.
"Lexa?" Clarke called quietly as she stepped into the med bay, her heart freezing in her chest when she saw the other girls bed empty. "Mom!"
"Relax Clarke." Abby said softly, appearing from behind her and taking hold of her arm to pull her along as she led Clarke outside where Lexa was sat on an old wooden chair leaning against the wall of the building.
Lexa smiled at her as she approached, patting the seat next to her, that Clarke realized had been intended for her in the first place. "How are you Clarke?"
"I don't think it's you who should be asking that." Clarke laughed as she sat down.
"You were wounded as well Clarke, I will sleep better knowing you are taking care of yourself." Lexa said seriously, giving Clarke's leg a pointed look.
Clarke sighed, rubbing her hand over where the bandage was lying underneath her trousers, "Sometimes I wonder if maybe Titus was right, at least about some things, if you hadn't of been distracted by me then you wouldn't have been hurt."
Lexa's eyes narrowed slightly in frustration, "Clarke, if I didn't love you then Skaikru would have been wiped out yesterday. Titus was wrong, love is strength, don't ever question that."
She stared at Clarke expectantly until the blonds lips quirked up wards and she nodded her head softly, "Ok." Clarke said simply.
"Good." Lexa smiled brightly, "Now, I need you to help me get back inside, I walked out here myself but any more walking and my knee will fail me again."
Clarke winced sympathetically, standing up so Lexa could lean her weight against Clarke so she could avoid putting any pressure on her back leg. The walk back to the med bay was slow, but Clarke was patient throughout, gently holding and supporting Lexa until they were safely back and they could both relax again.
Or they thought they could relax, instead they found Octavia sitting on the end of Lexa's bed, cross legged and reading a book.
"Octavia, what are you doing?" Clarke asked in annoyance as she helped Lexa up onto the bed herself, where she maneuvered her bad leg up herself using her one good arm.
Octavia whistled as she caught side of the cast on Lexa's arm, ignoring Clarke, "So you broke it then huh?" She asked, leaning over to rifle through the cabinet beside the bed, popping back up with a marker pen clutched victoriously in her hand.
"Octavia." Lexa said warningly, as the other girl uncapped the pen and scooted closer to her, indicating for Lexa to hold out her arm.
Rolling her eyes, Octavia reached out and gently took hold of the arm in the cast to pull it towards her, lowering the pen to the plaster to scrawl her name on the inside of the elbow where it was easily hidden, "Skaikru believe that it is good luck to get a cast signed by their family and friends and that it speeds healing." She explained as she offered the pen to Clarke.
Clarke sighed, but took it from her, leaning down to place an elegant looking C on the closest to the wrist the cast went, which was less that an inch from Lexa's hand. "It's not true." She added for Lexa's benefit, "But it does seem to make people happy so who knows, maybe it creates some short of placebo affect."
From the matching confused look on Octavia's face, Lexa put the new term down to doctor speak and moved on quickly, checking for an update on her men.
Her heart broke for them and their families when she heard the total count of losses, but like Clarke she understood that they had done well to lose as few as they had.
As so she gave the orders for the funeral rites to be performed the very next day, vowing to be there herself to honor her fallen warriors no matter the state of her health and whether her doctor advised it or not.