A/N: Drabble/filler. As I said before, once you've filled over half the prompts it seems silly not to fill them all!
Day 4 – Learning to toboggan
Everything was too bright as his eyes fluttered open.
"What… the… hell," a voice snarled, "did you think you were doing?"
"Clarke?"
She came into view, towering over him, looking frighteningly pissed-off.
"So… go on! I simply cannot wait to hear your explanation for repeatedly jumping on a jagged sheet of metal so you could slide down a hill at ridiculous speeds, until you managed to knock yourself unconscious in a snowdrift?!"
"It was an accident?" he tried.
"Nope! It was idiotic and dangerous."
"It was fun?" he replied weakly.
"Well it wasn't fun for me," she said through gritted teeth. "Just imagine what you'd have been like if it'd been me they'd had to carry back here, white as a sheet, weak pulse, unresponsive…"
He blanched, he would have been beside himself. "I'm sorry Clarke. It was reckless and I'm so sorry."
"That's right!"
She clattered around for a while, taking her dwindling anger out on the instruments she'd been sorting before they'd brought him in.
At last she was calm. She sat beside him. "How are you feeling?" She took his hand in her own.
"OK I think. Not sure I want to sit up just yet though."
"That's pretty normal. You were out for quite a while back there. Just lie back and stay awake for me. Alright?"
"I really am sorry Clarke."
"That's OK." She smoothed back his hair and placed a gentle kiss on the back of his hand. "Just don't ever do that to me again. Promise?"
"Promise!"