Chapter 4:

Lexa:

I woke up shortly after 9 AM the next morning. The first thing I thought of was the last thing i was thinking of before i fell asleep, Dr. Clarke Griffin. The woman who in the matter of 24 hours had completely broken down my walls and had found the real me that has been hiding inside for so many years. I wasn't looking forward to getting discharged today because i really enjoyed spending time with her, but i knew i couldn't stay here forever. I was hoping that with this whole situation we would somehow become close, become friends, so our relationship could build outside this building and maybe go beyond a friendship. I hoped that in the time i have left here, including the time i have when i come back to have my stitches removed that could set a good base and see where it goes. Only time would tell now unfortunately.

Then my thoughts shifts but only slightly. While stay on topic with the blonde doctor, i wondered what she had been thinking or feeling after she left my room in the early hours of the morning. If she felt the warmth and spark for the skin on skin contact just moments before she left. If she had thought about me like i thought about her even long after she had gone. Just then i was shook from my thoughts when the door creaked open.

"Ms. Woods, how are you doing this morning?" Octavia said looking obviously sleepy

"I'm fine. A little sore and a bit of a headache, but fine," I said in a small giggle thinking about as to why she must be so tired.

"Okay, well I can put in for some pain meds while the discharge paperwork is getting drawn up. Dr. Griffin is working on them now." She said ask she headed back towards the door to head out

She was out the door before i could ask the question i wanted to but she was back in within a few minutes with the medications.

"Will the doctor be in again before i'm discharged?" I asked after i swallowed the pills before she disappeared again.

"Yes, she will be the one to go through all the paperwork with you before you are allowed to leave."

She walked out of the room and left me with my thoughts again. I had to plan something out before it was too late.

Clarke:

I sat at my desk, yet again, drawing up the discharge paperwork for the beautiful brunette that had been on my mind all night. I knew that in our short little conversation that we shared that I had broken down some of her walls. That was huge, but i didn't know if it was just `in the moment` type thing or if she actually felt comfortable talking to me about some of her most personal information. She did seem to be more relaxed and comfortable around me than I was around her, but that could just mean she wasn't nervous talking to new people, to me. I hoped when i went in to see her in a bit that i would be easier for me to talk to her now, knowing she isn't the badass inside that she lets most people see. I wanted to be able to form a bond with her, a budding friendship that could grow, and see where things lead. i just hoped that that's what she would want as well.

I finished the paperwork just after 10 AM, and i stood from my desk to start heading for room 152. Before i left my office, i gave myself a once over in the full length mirror in the corner. It had been a long stressful night of thinking, i wanted to make sure that my makeup wasn't smeared and i was looking at least somewhat decent. Once i fluffed my blonde wavy locks a bit i walked out the door and down the hallway, reaching her doorway way to soon. I took a deep breath before stepping in. The first thing I saw was Lincoln sitting in the seat i had pulled over the night before. He looked at me with a smile, causing her bright green eyes to turn in my direction as well, a smile spread like wildfire across her face.

"Morning Ms. Woods, I have your discharge papers here to go over with you," I said with my strongest voice i could muster.

"Doc, you can call me Lexa, please. Lincoln," she said smiling at me before turning her head to him and nodding towards the door. He stood with a wink before leaving.

"Alright Ms. ...Lexa," i said stepping closer to her keeping my eyes down on the paperwork. "Here is your discharge paperwork. It just goes into detail the extent of your..urm..injury, and the procedure that needed to be done. It also tells you how to home care and properly dress the area until you back to see..erm..me, to have the stitches removed.

I handed her the paperwork so she could look it over so if she had any questions she could ask.I felt her long fingers grazed my hand in the transfer and the contact made me shiver.

"Here is a prescriptions as well for the pain killers you've been given her, but i strongly suggest only taking them if absolutely necessary as they can be addictive."I said again, my voice a little shaky handing her the prescription.

"Thanks Doc. Yea i know, my mother was addicted to pills before she past." She said taking the prescription from me looking up into my eyes. a smile smile on her face, but it wasn't a happy smile.

"Im very sorry to hear that," i said stepping even closer, my body having a mind of its own again. "but at least you learned what these can do to people who abuse them. I'd hate…"

"You'd hate what?" she said looking me straight in the eye with a curious look on her face.

"I'd ha...hate to see...see you go down that road." I said my mouth suddenly dry and uncooperative. Words were flying out of my mouth again without me really thinking about what i was saying. What kind of hold does this girl have on me!

Lexa:

"I'd ha...hate to see...see you go down that road." She said looking sincerely into my eyes fumbling over her words like she had no control over her mouth. It was cute.

"Don't worry Doc, I don't want to end up anything like her, I can promise you that." I said being to one stepping in closer to her this time, reaching up and moving a stray blonde lock behind her ear, "I plan to live my life to the fullest, live with no regrets and get everything that I want."

She said nothing and didn't pull away. She kept her blue eyes locked on my green. I noticed her struggling with something, like she was trying not to smile or something. Then i noticed her eyes rake over me, all of me, before pausing at my lips then stopping at my eyes again. We both stayed silent, neither of us knowing what to say.

She knew know. At least i think she did. My recent statement with my movement was supposed to say it all, and the way she just looked at me said she knew, but only her saying so would be good enough.

"So...I'll see you a...again, in about 2 we..weeks to have those stitches removed." She said before taking a few steps back looking at the ground.

"Doc…" was all i could say before she cut me off

"You can make that appointment with Octavia at the nurses station before you leave. Here are the papers. I'll see you then." she said as she sped walked to the door, still not really looking at me.

"Doc…" i almost yelled to her back trying to get her to stop to no avail, and i was in no condition to be running. She was gone.

"Where is the fire?" Lincoln said coming back into the room, "What happened?"

"I don't even know. I think she nervous, and or afraid." i said gathering up the rest of my things, "We'll give it some time. See how things are when i come back for the stitches."

As we, well Lincoln, made the next appointment with Octavia, I looked around to see if i could spot her with no such luck. I was just hoping i didn't come off to strong and scare her away.

Clarke:

I slammed my own back against the door to my office after i closed it. Out of breath from almost running through the halls to get here. I slammed my eyes closed shut while banging my head back against the door a few times.

"Why, why, why, why did you run, you idiot." i said out loud to myself walking over to my desk plopping into the chair.

It was all happening to fast. Was what happened what i wanted? Yes, but i wasn't expecting it, not yet. Plus, she is still my patient, and i can't risk it right now. I had way too many feelings flooding my system right now and it was overpowering. She liked me. She made it obvious just now, and i know how i feel, so everything should be sunshine and rainbows right? Wrong. I still barely knew her, she was still apart of a gang, and she was still deeply traumatized by the death of her ex girlfriend. That is all what my brain was saying, but my heart and body were screaming to go for it.

I knew i'd have the next two weeks to think over everything before she came back for her stitches and i planned to use every second i could to work all these feeling out by then.

With my head still in my hands on the desk, I felt my breathing start to steady back to normal and the dull ache on the back of my skull start to fade. I took a deep breath before lifting my head from my hands and turning towards the window, just in time to see her walk past with her friend. She looked over with a concerned look on her face first and then a small adorable little smile washed over her face. She waved at me before she disappeared around the corner.