The phone rang in Clarke's hand as she waited with baited breath. She had no idea if Murphy would even be willing to talk about what happened, much less help her. But she had to try. Lexa was her friend, and she needed Clarke.
She looked over at the brunette girl, still sitting on the floor. Her eyes were glazed over, and a few tear stains trailed down her cheek. In that moment, Clarke couldn't help but think of her other friend Octavia, and all the times she held her during a panic attack.
"Hello?" John finally said.
"Hey John," Clarke began awkwardly. "Listen, I was wondering if you could help me with something."
"Sure thing, what is it?" John replied, oblivious to the bomb that Clarke was about to drop on him. Her stomach twisted in guilt as she tried to think of what to say.
"It's about Ontari," she said, cringing as she said her name.
John's voice suddenly grew cold and guarded. "What about her?"
"You remember my new roommate Lexa, right?" Clarke was beating around the bush, but she was scared to ask John for what she needed.
"Yeah, what about her?" John asked in confusion.
"She knows Ontari," she said. "Long story short, they have a bad history, and if Ontari finds out Lexa's here, she's going to be in trouble."
"I see," John replied, his voice less cold and more concerned. "What do you need me to do?"
"I was hoping we could reopen that case you made against her last year," Clarke finally said.
"The rape report," John said quietly. "We couldn't get her convicted last semester, and they don't make rape kits for guys. What makes you think this time will be any different?"
"I don't know," Clarke admitted. "But I have to keep Lexa safe. Besides, Ontari needs to be stopped before she can hurt anybody else."
"I'll help," John said.
"Thank you!" Clarke exclaimed with a huge sigh of relief.
"I'll be over in twenty minutes with Bellamy. We can come up with a plan then."
"See you then," Clarke said as she hung up.
She turned back to her roommate. Her eyes were no longer glazed over but watching her roommate in silent awe. Clarke quickly walked into the bathroom, grabbed a rag, and drenched it in cold water.
She approached her roommate delicately, slowly kneeling in front of her and dabbing at her cheeks with the rag. Lexa said nothing, simply letting it happen. She stood up again and offered her hand to Lexa. "You should lie down."
Lexa took the offered hand and allowed herself to be led to her bed. The girl with the haunted green eyes laid down gently, sinking into her bed as if she hoped it would swallow her whole. Clarke's heart ached for the girl in front of her who had been through so much. Clarke couldn't even imagine how she must be feeling. Slowly, she laid the cold rag over Lexa's cold eyes and listened to her sigh. She sat down on the edge of the bed and squeezed Lexa's hand gently. "You're going to be ok," she said softly. "I'm gonna take care of you."