When Clarke got home she went straight to her computer and searched for Octavia Blake, and what she found just made her frown, cause there was nothing! No facebook, no twitter, nothing. Not even one hit when you search her name. And that is weird, cause Clarke could even find herself if she searched hard enough, and she has no social life to speak of.
The time was moving faster this afternoon than it ever did, and she had to go if she didn´t want to be late to the hospital.
During her shift she was helping a resident in the ER, and they were having a really slow evening. It was rather empty in the room when two boys walked in with cuts and bruises on their faces. They looked to be just a little older than her almost eighteen years, maybe twenty-one or twenty-two years old.
She walked up to them and asked what had happened, they both looked at each other first before one of them replied, "We just got into a little fight that´s all" he glanced at her and thought that she must be an easy pickup because he quickly added "but you should see the other guy" and he now bore a grin on his face.
She ignored the grin and said "there was another guy?" had these guys fought two against one, and won? She didn´t like violence and people getting hurt, and she really wanted to know how badly hurt this other guy was.
"Just some idiot guy who jumped us when we were talking to a hot chick" the other guy was the one who spoke this time. "but don´t worry he won´t be attacking anyone for a while" the first guy chimed in.
"Where was this?" Now she was worried and wanted to check out later if that guy was lying in an alley somewhere passed, out or something worse. Her conscious couldn't handle more people dying, especially if she could do something about it.
"Some corner around the store on fifth. Are you going to patch us up now or what?" they were getting angry, and she didn´t want to be the next person needing stitches, so she fixed them as fast as she could and almost kicked them out the front door when she was done.
The rest of the evening went slow. She was of at 1am which was in one hour, and she´d still seen no sign of another beaten up guy.
When her shift ended Clarke drove around fifth and checked all corners and alleys around the store but she saw nothing. Tired and frustrated she was starting to head home when her car hit something hard on the way around the last corner. Now she was pissed when she walked out to take a look at the tire, it wasn´t broken but it´d hit something she didn´t think she´d find. A bloody knife! The theme of the day she thought sarcastically, is this going to happen every week from now, finding knives everywhere? First Octavia has a knife and now she finds a knife full of blood on the street.
She drags a shacking hand through her hair, and a horrible and ridiculous idea forms in her head. What if this is Octavia's knife? Now she knows she needs sleep if she is becoming crazy enough to think something like that. First of all they fought a guy, and second there are probably a hundred knives in this town.
She puts the blade on the backseat floor, and drive home. She is so tired of everything that´s happened today and she just wants to sleep. She blocks out all the weird stuff, and when she´s back at the apartment she only throws of her shoes before she hits the softness of her bed, and drift of in to a sleep full of nightmares.
The next day she is relieved to find Octavia in her usual seat, without any bruise at all. The day passes at a normal speed but Clarke can´t focus on a word the teachers say. She is now back at the question of why Octavia has a knife in her bag, but she can´t find any reason.
The last class is over, but now Clarke doesn´t feel like staying around any longer than she have to. When she reaches her car she spots Octavia walking towards a man standing outside a black car, she looks behind her shoulder and pick up her pace. She actually looks nervous before she reaches the man and he wraps her up in a big hug. That´s when she gasps, the man's face has cuts and bruises all over it!
Octavia and the man, who looks to be in his early twenties, quickly gets in the car and drives away.
For a second her thoughts are a complete mess before it falls into place. What if Octavia were there yesterday, what if she was the girl those guys were talking to, and that was the man who jumped them. She makes a decision really fast; she is going to follow them. She press the pedal and drives after them before she lose sight of them.