It will be me before it's you (And that's okay)

Chapter 5

Clarke closed the door behind her and placed her bag and keys on the coffee table. She hung her coat on the back of the chair.

"Hello?" Came a voice from upstairs

"It's just me Lexa! I'm on my way up now"

Clarke made her way up the ramp to Lexa's bed, and approached.

"Good morning Lexa" she said with a smile. Maybe if she tried being more friendly, Lexa would show the same effort.

"Mhm"

Clearly not.

"Alright let's get you up and dressed alright?"

"Finally." She grumbled.

Clarke gently lifted Lexa to sit up like she had been told, and dressed her, beginning with her shirt, and then her trousers. Clarke did her best to divert her eyes whilst also dressing her. She could only imagine how uncomfortable it was for her. After dressing people before, Clarke understood that the best way to do it was quickly.

"Ready?" She asked.

"Mhm" came the response again

Clarke gently lifted Lexa, placing her into her chair. Ever so gently, she placed her legs and strapped them in, and positioned her arms on the arm rests.

"Alright? Are you comfortable?"

"I'm fine"

"Alright well, I'll go get your meds ready. Would you like anything?"

"A cup of tea would be nice please." Lexa mumbled, and left down the ramp without another word. The blonde followed quietly.

She seemed flustered, almost embarrassed of herself. Clarke did her best to ignore it, and put a reassuring smile on her face- not that Lexa cared anyway.

The brunette headed directly for the room she always spent her time in, and parked up at the window.

"Would you close the door please Clarke?"

"Of cour-"

There was a knock at the door. Clarke turned, confused. Why would Indra or Anya knock? Surely Gustus would know not to knock.

"Leave it" Lexa said quickly, before Clarke could even make a move to open it.

"Is it not important?"

"No. It's not."

The door opened, and in strode a woman. She had long, brown curly hair. Not like Luna's, where it seemed slightly wild, but tamed. Perfect curls. She had dark brown eyes that fixed on the room Lexa was in as soon as she entered.

"Put a coffee on for me would you?" She said. Her voice was silky smooth, and she spoke without even making eye contact. She seemed determined to get to Lexa.

"I... alright" Clarke said.

She was entirely baffled, and she flipped the switch of the kettle as she watched the door close behind them. Who on earth was that?

Shrugging, she poured hot water into two cups, and slid them onto a tray once again. She dodged around the island in the kitchen and walked towards the door, knocking ever so gently

The door slid open quickly, the woman took the two cups, and closed it again. Clarke stared at the closed door, empty tray in her hands.

"Do you have to be so rude?" Lexa asked

"I'm not. But I would like to know why you're not returning any of my calls or messages"

The muffled words echoed through the door. Clarke slowly backed away and took at seat at the kitchen table.