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Chapter 5:

Lexa:

I spent a majority of the first and a half weeks of healing time at home in my own bed. I was giving myself migraines from all the thinking i was doing. Trying to play the last moment over and over in my head again trying to figure out where i went wrong...or even if i did go wrong. Maybe she is just nervous about something, or maybe she isn't ready.

It just seemed so weird. We had had such an awesome conversation the night before, we connected in a way that most of my friends hadn't connected with me. Things seemed good, things seemed right, then it was like something snapped and everything changed. I wish i knew what she was thinking, what she was feeling before she practically ran out of my room that day. It was driving me up the wall not knowing anything. I decided i needed to do something about it. I couldn't live like this another three days without trying to talk to her. I picked up my phone and called Lincoln.

"Commander, er Lexa, how you doing. You okay?" he said happily at first then sounding nervous

"I'm fine, well, for the most part. I need to talk to her Lincoln, I need to figure out what happened."

"How do you plan to do that?" he asked

"I haven`t thought that far ahead yet. I just...i need to try Lincoln." i said. i hated how i sounded like i was begging, "Will you come with me?"

"Sure, give me twenty minutes and I'll be right there."

"Okay" I said before hanging up and standing from my bed to get ready.

I looked in the full length mirror on the back of my door and gave myself a once over. I looked like absolute hell as I hadn't had a real shower in almost 2 weeks. I've gotten by the sponge baths and washing my hair in the sink but it wasn't enough. I only had to deal three more days when the stitches were finally out. I quickly got dressed and tried to make myself look at presentable as possible. Just as I finishing up my hair i heard Lincoln come in through the front door?

"Lexa? You ready? Are you sure you want to do this?" He yelled down the hall towards my room.

"Yes I'm ready and yes I'm sure. I need to do this. I need to atleast try and talk to her." I said walking out of my room and down the hallway towards him.

"Alright casanova, let's go." he said rolling his eyes as he turned towards the door to leave.

We got about halfway to the street corner when I felt my heart begin to race. I don't even know why. I wasn't really feeling that nervous, but my heart was currently pounding out of my chest. The unknown was taking a bigger toll on me than I had originally thought. I took deep breathes to relax myself and Lincoln took notice, of course.

"You okay Lexa? You're practically panting over there." He said looking at me as we stood at a street corner waiting for the walk signal.

"I'm fine. The unknown if just making me a bit nervous I think." I answered honestly

"Lexa? Nervous? Over a girl?" he said looking at me confused as we crossed the street towards our final destination, "You really do have it bad don't you?"

"Shut up Lincoln!" I said smacking his arm trying not to blush.

We arrived at the corner across the way and I held my back to the window with my eyes closed and took one final deep breath before turning to face her window. She wasn't there. I looked down at the watch Lincoln always wore and it was about that time when she was ALWAYS at her desk. The overwhelming wave of disappointment washed over me and I almost couldn't handle it.

Clarke:

The past ten or so days felt like nothing but a blur. It seemed like I was doing nothing other than work, sleep, and think of the beautiful brunette that had invaded my brain. I wondered how she was doing and how her wound was healing. I wondered how she was feeling and thinking about what happened the last time we saw each other, as much as I had.

It was painfully obvious to me now. I liked her. Like really really liked her. I liked how she could put on this strong, tough, almost cocky front, but then when it was just me and her alone she was such a soft caring girl who had real strong feelings and emotions. I loved her smile and the way it could light up a room. I loved how green her eyes were. I could feel myself getting lost in them every time I looked at her. I loved how her natural perfectly wavy hair hung over her shoulders in just a way. Her jawline was sharp enough to cut glass, and her lips were as plump and a ripe tomato. I had day dreamed a few times about kissing those lips. Those are the good thoughts I had thought about the past few days.

On the other hand, I thought about what she had told me the night she was here and what I had already known. She was part of a gang, and not only that but she was part of a gang that had a rival gang. The thought of getting even remotely involved with something like that scared the shit out of me. Did I really want to be associated with the leader of a gang that had a rival? Would that put me at risk? These are the kind of questions that still raced through my head daily and I could not for the life of me answer them. I spent a majority of the time I was in my office lately staring out the window to see if she would appear. With her injury she shouldn't really be up and walking around so much, but knowing her I figured she would. But day after day went by and she never appeared. As each passing day went by, i grew more and more anxious at the thought that maybe something even worse had happened to her. I hoped not, but when you are part of a gang, I guess anything could be possible.

Anyway, here I am again, sitting at my desk. I'm trying to work on a stack of paperwork. I had a abnormal about of appointments today and i wanted to get through some of this paperwork before they all started. I got through a good half of the stack when Octavia paged me letting me know that the first patient was ready. It happened to be right at the time where I would normally see Lexa across the street on the corner. I couldn't sit around and wait to see if she showed up today, i had to much work to do. I gave one more quick glance out the window before walking out of my office closing the door behind me.

Lexa:

"Is it possible to talk to Dr. Griffin?" I asked the nurse at the desk whose name tag read Raven.

I had gone in in hopes that I could talk to her. I needed to try everything possible before I gave up. I couldn't wait any longer.

"I'm sorry Ms. Woods, Dr. Griffin if booked tight today with appointments. Is it an emergency?"

I thought for a moment. Was I impatient enough to fake an emergency to talk to her or could i wait the extra 3 days?

"No. No it isn't an emergency." I said sounding deflated.

"Okay Ms. Woods, your appointment is in 3 days. If an emergency occurs, come back immediately. If not then she will see you then." Raven said looking up at me after hearing the sadness in my voice.

I turned away from the desk trying not to show my defeat and headed towards the exit. I turned the corner to the last long hallway before the exit and collided with someone. Stupid me wasn't looking where I was going, what else is new.

"Ouch, fuck." I said holding a hand over my semi recent wound that still kind a hurt. I looked up to see who it was and saw nothing but curly blonde locks. "I'm sorry. That was my fault"

"Ms. Woods." She said looking at me. Then down at the hand on my stomach. "Are you okay? Does it hurt?"

"Dr. Griffin. Hi." I said nervously realizing i had just bumped into the girl i came here for. "No. It hurt for just a second. I'm fine."

"You sure? You're still holding it pretty tight." still looking at the hand on my stomach. "I have a pretty booked day today, but I could look at it real quick if you wanted me too."

"Can you please? Just real quick?" I said jumping at the opportunity.

"Follow me."

Clarke:

I had just collided with the girl that has been invading my mind for the past almost two weeks. I was in shock at first, then in concern for her wound, that i hadn't even thought about why she was in my medical office anyway. Today wasn't her appointment. That was still three days away. Was she having a problem with the injury? Did she have a question about it? All of this raced through my mind as I led her down the hall into an empty room. I stood off to the side of the door letting her enter the room first. I closed the door behind me. I turned around and saw her looking at me with her signature smile.

"Just lie down there on the bed." I said turning around to hid the blush i could feel spreading across my face. I reached for some rubber gloves to put on to cover it up.

When i turned back around to face her she was lying on the bed with her shirt pulled up just enough to expose her wound. Her amazingly tanned and toned stomach looked to perfect and it took everything in me not to stare at it as I walked over to her. She watched every one of my movements with that smile. The smile that would be the death of me.

"Okay, let's take a look" i said with the strongest voice i could muster.

I lightly touched around the wound to test just how bad the pain was. There was little to no reaction from the girl under my hands which was a good sign. It didn't look infected at all and it was pretty much closed up, almost ready for the stitches to come out but not quite.

If having to stare down at her perfect abs wasn't distracting enough, the fact that she was staring at me as I did my job was almost unbearable.

"Well, everything looks good. Healing perfectly." I said pulling off my rubber gloves and disposing them into the trash. "The stitches will be ready to come out on Friday when you come for your appointment."

"Thanks Doc." She said sitting up and pulling her shirt back down. "I do have a question though if you have another minute"

"Uhh. yea sure. quickly though" I said looking down at the watch my father had given me shortly before he passed away.

"Why did you leave the room so quickly the other day? I hope that what i said didn't make you uncomfortable at all." She said locking her green eyes on my blue.

The question surprised me. Totally took me off guard. I just stood there, shifting my eyes from hers to the floor then around the room trying to come up with the best answer. The silence was overwhelming and was quickly becoming unbearable.

"I...it was nothing that you said. I just….I had a lot on my mind, thinking about a lot of things." I answered honestly looking at her but struggling to make eye contact with her right now, "I still am."

"About what? Is everything okay?" She asked sounding concerned.

"Yea, everything is fine. I'm getting things figured out, I think"

"You know you can talk to me." she said in a low simmering tone stepping closer to me catching my attention fully on her.

"Well, it did kind of have something to do with what you said. I...I just…" I started after another bout of silence. I just couldn't get it out.

"It's okay Doc. I'm sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable." she said stepping closer again.

She placed her hand on the countertop next to mine. I could feel the warmth from how close it was. I looked down at our hands and watched as she lightly touched the top of my hand with her fingertip. The contact was electrifying. When i didn't pull away she moved her hand so it was fully on top of mine.

"I never meant to make you feel uncomfortable. I was only speaking the truth, you know?" She said locking her eyes with mine a smile spreading like wildfire across her face. Her smile could light up a room.

I couldn't peel my eyes away from hers. The pool of green was to intense to look away. The only thing that broke my attention was the sudden feeling of her thumb rubbing my hand. I suddenly found myself looking at all the features on her face. Her high cheekbones, her chiseled jawline her plump pink lips. Thats where my eyes lingered the most. Butterflies filled my stomach when I noticed her lean closer to me. I felt my body start to lean in as well. Just when I thought that we were about to make contact….

"Dr. Griffin to room 149 please. Dr. Griffin to room 149" came over the intercom jolting us apart, including our hands.

I could feel my cheeks failing me as they burned red. I noticed she was doing the same looking down towards the floor.

"I need to get back to work. I uhh….i'll see you in 3 days for your appointment." I said reaching for the door handle.

"Yes, I'll be here." She said locking our eyes again. "And Doc? Thank you."

"Call me Clarke." I said before leaving the room with a smile.