Clarke wouldn't have until morning to figure it out.

When the doorbell rang, she had only been home for an hour and was sitting in the living room with her parents watching some reality show. "Who could that be at this hour?" Her mother had said as Clarke made her way to the entry way. She didn't know what she expected when she opened the door, but what she found made her stomach drop to the floor and her eyes instantly fill with tears.

Standing there, leaning against her door frame, was Lexa. Her beautiful, sweet, Lexa. Her face was bloodied and bruised, one of her beautiful green eyes was swollen shut, the other red from tears. She was shaking and Clarke wasn't sure if it was because of fear, pain or adrenaline. Not that it mattered, because as soon Lexa looked at her, the brunette slid down the door frame and onto her knees, unable to stand anymore.

"MOM! DAD!" She went to her knees trying to cradle her friend. She could hear her parents gasp behind her as they saw the scene in front of them. She feels herself being pulled away while her father lifts Lexa up. "Get her on the couch" she hears her mother say. "Clarke call 911 and go get my medical bag from upstairs." Clarke hears her but she can't move. She's stands frozen, watching her father lay Lexa down gently. "Clarke!" Her daze is broken and she runs up the stairs to her parents' bedroom, calling 911 on the way.

Beep… Beep… Beep

Lexa can hear the steady sound clearly. She tries to open her eyes but is only successful with one, the other, is refusing to open. Everything hurts. Every breath she takes causes a stabbing pain her side and her head is pounding. She wiggles her feet, just to make sure can. It's when she flexes her fingers she realizes there is a hand holding her own. She shifts her head slowly and can see a flash of blonde hair sprawled on her bed.

"Clarke" her voice is weak but she thinks the blonde heard her. Clarke's head rises and she looks up to her. "Hey you." She says standing above the brunette, offering her a soft smile. "You ok? Do you need anything?"

"It hurts to breathe."

"Yeah, it's gonna for a while. You have two broken ribs." Clarke looks at her sadly. "I'll go find a nurse to get you some pain meds."

"No." Lexa grips her hand. "Don't leave me."

Clarke smiles and brushes the girl's hair out of her face. "I'm not going anywhere." They stare at each other for a moment when a couple tears fall from Clarke's eyes. "I was really scared."

Lexa squeezes her hand. "I'm sorry."

"No, don't apologize. I'm the one who should be apologizing to you. I shouldn't have let you go back in that house." Lexa feels her own eye filling with tears. "Clarke…"

"I should've helped you."

"You were doing what I asked."

"Yeah, but I should've told my parents as soon as dropped you off. I know you didn't want me to, but I would much rather you hate me for the rest of my life than you not be here at all... She could've killed you, Lex."

"But she didn't, Clarke. I got away. I'm right here." She emphasized with another squeeze to the blondes hand.

"How? How'd you get away? What happened last night?"

Lexa takes a deep breath and turns her hand so she can lace her fingers with Clarke's. Once she sees blue eyes locked onto hers, she begins recounting the previous night's events:

Clarke had just dropped her off and it's 8:55 when she walks through the door. She began to make her way upstairs when Nia started yelling in her direction. "Girl! Get in here!" Lexa rolled her eyes as she turned around and made her way to the living room. She lets out a sigh when she sees all the empty bottles scattered throughout the room.

"Yeah?"

Nia moves from the window she was just peeking through, her steps unsteady. "Who's blondie?"

"No one."

Nia takes a step closer to her, waving the bottle in her hand. "Don't lie to me you little dyke. Is she a new girlfriend? Huh? What have I told you about that?! It's SICK and goes against nature!"

"I'm not listening to this shit again." Lexa states, turning around to make her way out of the living room but is stopped by a bottle flying past her head and shattering against the wall beside her. She lets out a small yell and jumps back.

When she turned to face the woman, she's feels immediate pain. It happened so quickly she didn't have time to react or defend herself. Nia slammed her fist into her again and again and Lexa could taste blood in her mouth and her eye swelling shut.

She is suddenly pushed harshly against the wall and after one more swift punch to her face she and stumbles onto the ground, falling straight on to the broken glass left by the shattered vodka bottle. She can hear the homophobic slurs fall from Nia's mouth as she kicks her repeatedly in the stomach. She swears she could hear the crack of one of her ribs. When Nia went in for another kick, Lexa grabbed the woman's leg and pulled, causing the woman to lose balance and fall backwards. She hit her head on the coffee table on the way down and was now out cold.

Lexa moves as fast as she can, crawling towards the front door. She lifts her hand up to the doorknob, lifting herself up off the floor once she takes hold of it. "Ahh" she yells in agony. She's never felt pain like this before. She steadies herself once she's standing and takes an agonizing step out of the house. Then another. And another. Eventually she was walking down the street, and notes that her adrenaline must be pumping because she's able to pick up the pace. She needs help.

She needs Clarke.

It felt like she had walked the longest half mile of her life when she finally arrived at the Griffin's driveway. With every last bit of strength she limped the final 20 feet to the door. Lifting a shaky hand she presses the doorbell and leans against the door frame. She made it.

Lexa finishes her story with a small sob. "I don't know how I did it Clarke. I don't know how I got to you."

Clarke's own tears freely fall as she lifts their joined hands and lays a gentle kiss on top of the brunettes. "I don't know either, Lexa. I'm just so grateful you did." She moves her free hand up to wipe a tear off of Lexa's cheek and she feels the girl lean her head into hand. She lightly cups her face and looks deep into her one good eye.

"She's never going to hurt you again. I promise you, Lex."

More tears fall but she's able to soft, weak smile to the blonde.

"I'm really glad you're going to be ok." Clarke squeezes hand and kisses it again.

"I'm really glad you're here, Clarke."