Clarke didn't look up from her breakfast when she felt someone sit down across from her, she knew it was Octavia, Raven never got out of bed with early unless she had to be.

"Raven told me she loved me in bed last night." Octavia murmured out of the blue, gaining Clarke's full attention.

Clarke looked up at her breakfast with arched eyebrows. "Like in bed or in bed?"

"We were just lying there, she was hugging me a little tighter than she usually does so I knew something was off, and she told me she was scared tonight -last night- after the crash. Then she told me she loved me."

"Did you say it back?"

"Yeah."

"And you meant it?" Clarke asked. "Because it isn't fair..."

"Don't try and psychoanalyse me, Clarke." Octavia scoffed, reaching over to grab a slice of toast from Clarke's plate. "I did mean it, I do love her."

"I am happy for you both." Clarke smiled happily. "Is she still in bed?"

"Work." Octavia corrected, rolling her eyes. "I told her she shouldn't go in today, that she couldn't do much with her shoulder but you know what she's like."

"I actually think I am going to go in, too." Clarke trapped a slice of toast in between her teeth as she grabbed her plate, dumping her left overs into the bin and dropping her plate into the sink.

"Seriously? Your arm is just as shot as hers." Octavia sighed, motioning towards Clarke's arm.

"Do you have appointments this morning?" Clarke asked instead of acknowledging Octavia's statement, chewing on her now cold slice of toast.

"Yeah, I can drive us in." There was no point in arguing, Octavia knew that, just like there was no arguing with Raven this morning.

"Just try to keep my car in one piece." Clarke grinned cheekily, throwing her keys at Octavia.

"Bite me, Griffin."

"What's the verdict with your car anyway?"

"Totalled but the insurance is working their magic." Octavia held the door open for Clarke, "Are you going to see the girl again today?"

"Lexa. And yes, I'm getting the impression she doesn't want anyone else to treat her." Clarke frowned a little, sliding into the passenger side of her car. "She was yelling at Miller last night, demanding I treat her."

"Well, you saved her life, you can understand why she trusts you but you aren't on active duty, you are in no state to look after a patient." Octavia buckled herself up.

"All the the hard work has been done, Monroe can do her checkups for the next few weeks until I'm better."

"You know you can't substitute patient relationships for real relationships." Octavia said, drawing a loud groan from Clarke.

"Octavia, stop psychoanalysing me, I'm not your patient."

"I know, I'm just saying..."

"Well, don't." Clarke interrupted. "And I am not substituting patient relationships for real relationships, I am doing my job. My real relationships are fine."

"Apart from the fact none of your relationships branch outside the hospital. That's not healthy."

"Do you every turn this off?"

"No," Octavia laughed. "Drives Raven mad."

Clarke wandered down the hall toward Lexa's room, peeking inside the open door to see the woman sitting in a sleek, black wheelchair, her pinned leg propped up, and she was staring down at her phone.

"Hey there, hot wheels." Clarke grinned, leaning against the door frame.

Lexa looked up from her phone, smiling when her eyes landed on Clarke. "Doctor Griffin."

"Look what I got you," Clarke held up the little packet of wheel lights. Red, just like Lexa had said.

Lexa laughed, shaking her head at Clarke. "Wheel lights, really?"

Clarke offered Lexa a cheeky little smile as she tore open the packet with her teeth, pulling out the little tab and shook one of the lights making them flash red.

"As cool as those would look on me, I wouldn't want to make everyone else in wheelchairs jealous, you know?"

"Ah," Clarke nodded, strolling over to Lexa and dropping the lights onto her lap. "You are a true Saint."

"We are a dying breed," Lexa nodded, shrugging her shoulders nonchalantly.

Clarke laughed a proper belly laugh, sitting down on Lexa's bed. "How're you doing?"

"Fine, yes. The whole wheelchair thing is weird, I feel useless." Lexa held her hands up before slapping them down on the arms of the chair. "How is your shoulder?"

"Better, I should be back on the job within the next few weeks."

"Is that all you care about? Getting back to work."

"Do you know what it's like going from working every waking moment to doing nothing?"

"Every waking moment?" Lexa raised her eyebrows, "Don't you have friends to hang out with, a boyfriend to be with?"

"I have friends, every one of which works here, and we do hang out. Rarely, though." Clarke explained, "and I don't have a boyfriend. OR a girlfriend."

Lexa smiled down at her hands as she played with her phone, holding the device up and smiling at Clarke. "I haven't lost any business, which is good, I left all of the responsibility to my second, I was afraid she couldn't handle it."

"What do you do?"

"I'm a lawyer, I own my own firm."

"No way. You aren't even thirty yet." Clarke was impressed, this girl didn't even look like she was out of law school.

"If you want something strong enough you will work hard for it."

Clarke nodded in agreement, looking down at the clipboard she had in her hand.

"Why are you here?"

"I work here," Clarke looked up at Lexa through her eyelashes.

"I know but you are off, right? You can't work with your injured shoulder." Lexa motioned towards Clarke's shoulder, groaning as she tried to turn her wheelchair around so she could face Clarke. She still hadn't got used to this thing yet.

"I'm not doing any surgeries, I am only here for consults and to help the residents."

"Ah, imparting your knowledge on the newbes?"

"What can I say, I am in high demand." Clarke sighed dramatically as she stood up, waving the clipboard she had in her hand. "Speaking of, I have a few patients to see to. But I will come back and see you later if you'd like?"

"If you aren't to busy, but don't feel like you have too."

"I will stop by in a few hours," Clarke said, eyeing the pajamas Lexa was wearing. Hospital issued pajamas, Clarke knew uncomfortable they were. "Do you have anyone that can go pick you up pajamas or anything?"

"These are fine." Lexa assured.

Clarke just nodded. No one in their right mind would choose to wear those pajamas, they itched and the material didn't feel good against your skin.

"Doctor Griffin, there is a patient in the ER complaining of abdominal and back pains." Maya said as she left Lexa's

She would jump down to the shop down the block when she was on her break and get Lexa a decent pair of pajamas.

"Hey there, robocop."

"I'm a lawyer not a police officer." Lexa argued, not even bothering to look up from her phone, she knew exactly who it was. "And are you going to open with mildly offensive pet names every time we meet?"

"Count on it." Clarke grinned, dropping the pajamas onto the bed beside Lexa.

Lexa frowned, looking up from her phone to the articles of clothing on her bed. "What are those?"

"Pajamas that don't itch," Clarke explained, unfolding the pajama pants and motioning to the torn left leg. "I have even accommodated for the brace."

"Where did you get these?" Lexa asked as she held up the pajama top. They were a dark blue colour, plan, and made of a material that Lexa instantly wanted to rub against her cheek.

"Forever 21. It was the closest store to the hospital and I only had a fifteen minute break."

"You bought these with your own money?"

"They weren't all that expensive." Clarke shrugged, folding the pants back up.

"I will pay you back,"

"Don't worry about it," Clarke waved her hand dismissively, "How are you feeling?"

"Good. I'm bored more than anything." Lexa motioned towards the TV. "Today was the first time since I was a kid that I have gotten to watch day time TV."

"How is it?" Clarke asked, sitting back against the arm of the arm chair, setting the iPad she was carrying on the table beside Lexa's bed.

"Not what I remember. I don't understand how people can't watch it day after day." Lexa shook her head, turning off the TV to give Clarke her full attention. "How is are arm doing? And how are your friends?"

"My arm is fine and I think the crash actually knocked some sense into them."

Lexa frowned at that, letting out a little groan as she pushed herself to sit up a little straighter. "How so?"

"Well, the two girls I was with, Raven and Octavia, I've been into each other for a while, I'm talking years, you know? They met in the hospital about three years ago, Octavia messed up her shoulder pretty badly, fell off her motorbike, and Raven was her physiotherapist. They finally got their acts together about half a year ago." Lexa was nodding along with Clarke as she spoke, her attention completely unwavering. "They aren't very open people but last night Raven told Octavia she loved her, which is big. I think the crash scared her."

"Did your other friend say it back?"

"She did, they're pretty perfect together, too." Clarke pulled the chair round so she could actually sit in it and still be facing Lexa. "What are your opinions on x-men?"

Lexa looked a little confused by the question. "I don't really have an opinion,"

"Well, the new one is playing on HBO2 right now, it was just starting when I left a patients room before I came here. You wanna watch?"

"Aren't you exhausted?"

"Not really. I think I've rewired myself to be awake for twenty four hours at a time, I've only been awake for about twenty hours. But if you want me to leave you be I can leave."

"No, that's not what I want, I've been going crazy in here on my own, my second won't even bring me in paper work to do."

"That's a good thing, you need to relax, if only for this week."

"What about you? You were in the same accident as I was."

"I didn't suffer a collapsed lung, though." Clarke pointed out, reaching for the remote on Lexa's bed and switched the TV on, flicking through the channels until she found x-men.

"I wouldn't have had you pegged at the superhero type, doctor Griffin."

"Everyone is the superhero type, you just gotta find the right superhero."

"Miss Woods," Bellamy announced as he entered Lexa's room, stopping short when he noticed Clarke. "And doctor Griffin."

"Hey, Belle."

"Shouldn't you be at home resting?" Bellamy asked, leaning against the doorframe.

"Sleep is for the weak," Clarke joked, looking back at the boy who arched his eyebrows expectantly. "I will head home after this is finished."

"Atta girl," Bellamy smiled, levelling his eyes on Lexa. "I assume doctor Griffin is looking after you?"

"She is."

Bellamy gave Lexa a satisfied nod and Clarke a warning look before leaving.

Clarke rolled her eyes, looking back at Lexa who was staring at her with raised eyebrows. "What?"

"You and doctor muscle?"

Clarke looked confused at first but she seemed to get it when Lexa wiggled her eyebrows suggestively. "Bellamy and I? No, no no." Clarke answered, shaking her head definitely. "He's like a brother to me. We went through med school together and did our residency here together."

"Ok, sure."

"You're just trying to get a rise out of me," Clarke pointed out, leaning back in the chair and probing her feet up on Lexa's bed.

"Comfortable?"

"Mmhm." Clarke hummed, grinning cheekily but kept her eyes on the tv, even if she could feel Lexa staring curiously over at her. "And don't think Monroe didn't tell me you didn't eat any of your food today."

"Have you tried hospital food?" Lexa said and Clarke let her head roll to the side to look at Lexa. "It is like eating plastic."

"You still have to eat,"

"I will go down to the little cafe tomorrow," Lexa shrugged, "That isn't against rules, is it?"

"I doubt it would stop you if it was." Clarke replied with a little eyebrows raise.

"Excuse me, I'm a lawyer, I have to follow the rules."

"Yeah, ok." Clarke chuckled, turning her eyes back to the TV, a little grin working its way onto her lips when Lexa released a little laugh of her own.

By the time the film had finished Lexa's had fallen asleep, which didn't surprise Clarke, it was almost half past one and she knew Bellamy would've been in early to do a follow up appointment after her surgery.

Clarke slowly stood up so not to wake the sleeping girl, carefully picking up the iPad from the bedside table and left the room, smiling sleepily at Maya as she sat the gadget on the counter.

"Have you been in there since ten?" Maya asked with a little frown but didn't ask any more questions when Clarke nodded.

Clarke hopped a cab home, rolling her eyes at the sound of loud moaning coming from Octavia and Raven's room when she entered the house. She loved her friends but they could really test her sometimes.

She popped in her earphones once she got into bed, clasping her hands over her stomach and staring up at the ceiling, Lexa crossing her mind a little to offer than is probably deemed professionally acceptable as she slowly fell asleep.