Chapter 3:

Lexa:

I lay awake for most of the night. Thinking about a bunch of things. The doc, Costia, just everything, but it was mostly of the gorgeous blonde doctor that I had yet to see again. It was about 2:30 AM and i was just getting tired enough that my eyes were getting heavy when a stream of light came into the room, telling me the door had been opened.

"Miss Woods?" I heard her say in a whisper, "I wanted to check in and see if you needed anything."

"Doc, hey...I'm fine, just really bored." i said lying about the fact I was just half asleep.

"Yea, I can see why," she nervously laughed looking around the room, "Do you need anything? Pain meds, another pillow?

"No, I'm fine right now thank you." I said smiling watching her stand nervously by the door. I was going to try and start a casual conversation with her, "Sounds like a pretty slow night out there."

"It is. I'm doing nothing but pacing the halls checking in on all 4 of my patients." She responded visibly loosening up slightly.

"You're more than welcome to join me in my boredom." I said trying to invite her so i could get to know her. I didn't care how tired i was now, this was my chance.

She hesitated a moment, looking at everything but me. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other and played with her charm bracelet. I watched her trying to tell her by thought to not be so nervous around me, that I wasn't a mean cold hearted bitch under this rough exterior that i kept on. After an agonizing minutes of silence she walked slowly across the room and grabbed the chair in the corner, pulling it over next to my bed. I couldn't help but smile as she sat down and looked up at me with a small grin on her own face.

"So i think your friend left with my nurse earlier." she said quietly starting the conversations which i was surprised with.

"I figured," I said with a giggle, "He had the hots for her the second she walked in here this afternoon. You don't need to worry though. Lincoln is a really good guy, very protective and trustworthy. Octavia is in good hands."

"Good, cause i kind of need her around here." she said with a tiny laugh. the cutest sound I'd ever heard. "If you don't mind me asking, do you remember how or why you were stabbed today?

I looked at her in surprise as i was not only unprepared for the question but that this once nervous woman was now easily asking me questions.

It's a really long story" i said, "but we got all night don't we."

"You don't need to tell me. I didn't mean to pry." she said looking nervous again.

"No it is fine. I'm just warning you, it's a rather long story." i said settling into the bed getting more comfortable. I watched her do the same in her chair.

Clarke:

I was sitting bored and alone in my office, and the only thing i could think about was the younger brunette girl in room 152. I wanted to talk to her but her presents and her tough demeanor was intimidating, and with the fact that she was gang affiliated scared me even more. She was my only overnight patient tonight, and i knew i should do my 'rounds' but the idea of going into her room right now petrified me. I took a long sip off my bottle of water and stood from my desk, taking a minute to compose myself before walking out and heading to her room. I stood outside a moment to take a deep breath and pushed open the door. I saw a stream of light enter the room and hoped i wouldn'lt be waking her.

Miss Woods?" I said in a whisper, "I wanted to check in and see if you needed anything."

"Doc, hey...I'm fine, just really bored." she said. she sounded half asleep.

"Yea, I can see why," I said nervously laughing while looking around the room, "Do you need anything? Pain meds, another pillow?

"No, I'm fine right now thank you." she said smiling "Sounds like a pretty slow night out there."

"It is. I'm doing nothing but pacing the halls checking in on all 4 of my patients." I responded loosening up slightly lying about the other patients.

"You're more than welcome to join me in my boredom." She said with a sincere smile.

Her smile had a way of making me comfortable and uncomfortable all at the same it was only because i was still unsure about her. I stood a moment not looking at her, shifting from one leg to another, thinking about my options. I either sit in my office alone and be bored or stay here and get to know her. I walked over to the other side of the room and grabbed the chair by the window, pulling it over next to her bed and sat down. I started the conversation but telling her that her guy friend had left with Octavia earlier. She responded by saying that 'Lincoln' was a good guy and that Octavia was in good without really thinking I asked her about why she was stabbed. She looked at me like i just asked her to jump off a cliff. She stayed silent for a moment then said it was a long story. I took the naturally as she didn't want to talk about it, but she said that just to warn me that it was in fact a long story and it was going to be a while. I settled into my chair and prepared myself for the story.

"It all started about three years ago. A rival gang, The Azgeda's, started a fight with Lincoln and Anya, who's my second. Word on the streets was that they were planning something but no one would say what. I stupidly offered up my girlfriend to go in undercover to get details. When they caught her, the tortured and murdered her, but killing her wasn't enough for them and now they want my blood as well. Now we are here and I feel like I may never be able to not have to look over my shoulder again." she rambled tears building in her eyes.

She had never seemed to vulnerable, so soft. I wanted to hug her so bad, tell her that everything would be okay, but I didn't. Then it hit me, she said 'girlfriend'. Honestly i did not see that coming. Not that it mattered, i had been known to date girls from time to time, but she just didn't peg me as someone who would. I smiled at her sympathetically before she spoke again.

"I have felt so broke inside for so long. I haven't felt like myself in years. I always have to have such a hard shell of an exterior, that even my friends don't remember how I used to be. I was never like this. I was never this mean, aggressive person. I needed to become this to keep myself and my friends safe….because I sent my girlfriend to be executed basically. I hate this, I hate myself."

Without thinking, i stood up from my chair and stepped closer to her bed. My body was having a mind of its own right now, running on autopilot, because my brain was elsewhere. I felt my right hand raise up slowly and touch her cheek, using my thumb to rub away a stray tear that had started to fall. She looked up at me and even though her eyes were bloodshot from the crying they were still beautiful. A gorgeous shade of green i couldn't begin to explain. I could see the hurt behind them, and i wanted to take it from her, to make her feel safe again, but unfortunately that was impossible. A warmth shot through to my core and that's when I realized that her hand was now covering mine that was still on her cheek. She tilted her head slightly and gave me a small smile.

"Don't hate yourself." i said in an almost whisper. "You did what you thought was right, to protect your people. You are a strong, independent, beauti.. umm...beautiful woman, and you will find yourself again i promise."

Her smile widened and squeezed my hand

"Thanks doc."

Lexa:

The doc left my room shortly after our little 'moment'. i was way to hyped up from the physical contact to try and sleep after that, so i just lay awake and replay it all over again in my head. The way she looked at me as i told my horrible story, the way she touched me, and the way she told me that i was going to be okay just sent a swarm of butterflies through my stomach. I couldn't stop smiling at the memory. She had a way, mostly with the way she looked at you that made you feel comfortable, happy even. It was undeniable at this point, I had it bad for her. I just hoped that the moment we just shared was slightly anything more than just a patient doctor moment. It felt like it, to me atleast, but i wouldn't know how she felt unless i had more alone time with her. i laid there thinking and daydreaming until i somehow eventually felt asleep.

Clarke:

I left her room not to much longer after she told me the reason as to why she was stabbed and ended up here. I sat in my office thinking over the whole thing and I could feel my face flush at the memory of me standing so close to her, touching her cheek. I still can't believe i let what i said to her come out of my mouth. Yes it was all honest, and that's how i truly felt, but to openly say it to no only someone i barely knew, but to her was a strange occurance for me. I felt a spark when i touched her, i felt a zoo in my stomach when she looked at me and smiled. This girl was breaking down all my walls and she didn't even know it. The thought of having to discharge her tomorrow, having her leave here, left me feeling empty. I know i would have to see her again to remove the stitches but i had grown such an attraction to this girl that the thought of her being too far away upset me way more than it should be. I couldn't even handle doing paperwork right now without thinking of the beautiful brunette in room 152. I put my head in my hands letting out a heavy sigh

"What are you doing to me?"