Clarke POV

I woke up with my throat burning and I found myself puking multiple times before 7am came around. Elise had given me her sickness. I knew it probably wasn't a good idea to be that close with her, but she wasn't feeling good, so what was I supposed to do?

Elise still had a fever and wasn't feeling great, but she wasn't crying constantly and was actually asleep in her bed and it was after 8. Elise always woke me up anywhere from 5:30 to 8, so it was weird for her to be asleep, but it was helpful for that fact that I felt like literal shit.

I gently moved Elise from me, so I could go get changed into pajamas and go sleep in my own bed for a few more hours before she woke up. I walked into my room and wasn't surprised to see Lexa curled up under the covers drooling on my pillow that she claimed not to touch.

I quickly changed into my pajamas and crawled into bed and being met with half open, green eyes staring back at me. It only lasted a few seconds because I rushed back to the bathroom puking up whatever was left in my stomach, Lexa must have followed me because she had a hold of my hair as I sat back against the bathtub, not wanting to stand back up.

My throat hurt ten times worse than it did when I was up earlier and I'd already looked for something to help it and came up empty. I knew being that close to Elise would maybe get me sick, but I should've worried about it more because now there were two of us sick and it could spread faster with two people than one.

I rested my head on Lexa's shoulder. This was the most comfortable I was going to get. Just the fact that she was so close to me, if I was her I would be staying as far away as possible because I'm pretty sure I look like death and sound like it.

***

Elise was being really stubborn. She was refusing take the medicine that was supposed to make her feel better so I had to resort to desperate measures.

"Fine, I'll make you a deal."

She didn't move from her grumpy stance in the kitchen.

"If you take this, I'll give you ice cream for dinner."

I'd honestly never seen anyone take medicine so fast in my life.

I looked over at Lexa, "What? You're parents never tried to bribe you?"

"Maybe once or twice."

"You're such a liar."

She sighed, "My parents weren't exactly strict."

Father❤️: Me, you. Lunch. Usual place. We need to talk. 12:30.

Oh god. He was being vague in text message. This was never good.

"Geez, babe, what did you do this time?" I rolled my eyes at Lexa as she stood over my shoulder.

"I honestly have no idea." I said, sounding like a smoker. Elise had gotten me sick and honestly, the worst part was not kissing Lexa. It'd been maybe half a day since I'd kiss her and it was going to be the death of me.

"You have fun with that. I have to meet Anya for lunch anyway and then I'm staying with her tonight so you'll have to figure out what to do without me."

"I guess I'll just have to watch Netflix by myself then."

***

"Dad." I warned, "You wanted to talk about something and now you're stalling."

He folded his hands together, finally looking up, "I have a brain tumor. There's nothing more to stop the growth."

I don't know why I asked the next question, but I did, "How long have you known?"

"I found out about the tumor 7 months ago."

I could feel the anger boiling up in me. He decided to wait 7 months to tell me about a tumor that was going to kill him. What was I supposed to do when my mom had to call because he was dead?

"7 months?! And you didn't think that I should know?" My knuckles were turning white from my grip on the table. I was so mad at him right now. How could he hide something like this from me?

"Honey, I know you're mad, but you've had enough on your plate lately."

"Dad, seriously? You're going to die and you didn't think I should know? That I should find out from mom when she calls to tell me that you're dead from a tumor that I didn't know about?"

People were starting to look over at us, but I didn't care that I was making a scene. I was beyond mad at this point and in no mood to care what other people thought. Did he not think I was old enough to handle this?

I stormed off angrily, keeping the tears in. I couldn't take sitting there any longer. He'd been lying to me for months now. I was still living at home when all of this started and he never said one thing. How had he done such a good job sneaking around?

My phone buzzed in my pocket and I pulled it out to see my mom's face on the screen.

"Dad call you?" i asked with a little too much sass.

"Yeah, he did, honey-"

"Mom, don't tell me not to be mad."

"I know you're mad, honey, I wouldn't have expected any differently, but don't stay mad too long."

"I won't, but I have to be for a little while."

"I have to get back to work, but promise me you'll talk to him soon?"

I sighed before saying, "Fine, I promise."

After hanging up, I realized I need someone to talk to, but Raven and Octavia were out and Lexa was with Anya. I didn't want to bother any of them with my problems. Then I remembered my best friend who was living across the country for college.

"Long time, no talk. What's up best friend?" Wells asked.

I sniffled in return, unable to form words to tell him what was wrong.

"Clarke, what's wrong? What happened? Did Lexa do something?"

I sniffled again, "No, it's my dad."

"What happened?"

"He has a brain tumor."

"What? That's crazy."

"And he's known about it for 7 months. He told me today at lunch."

"Clarke, I'm sorry."

"That's not even the worst part. The worst part is that there's nothing left to do about, so he could die at any time." I managed to say through a stream of tears.

"I'm so sorry, Clarke. I can come out there-"

"You don't need to-"

"And I haven't seen you since graduation. I have a break coming up in a few weeks. I'm coming out there."

"Ok."

"Ok?"

"Yes, fine, come out here." I said, sniffling again, but smiling at his persistence.

"Good, because I was going to come even if you said no."

I laughed lightly, "Of course."