Hook(er) Up - A Clexa Fic

Chapter 28- Judge

Memories of whatever happened faded into the back of Lexa's mind, too far to grasp through her weary haze. It bled and blended into the fog as her eyes fluttered open and searing white stabbed through them immediately. Her head banged and she steeled herself to open them again, cringing with pain. The fluorescent light jabbed into her eyes and tore through her retinas; she squinted against it. Everything was white. White and hot and searing. 

She had to shut her eyes to protect them from the glare.  She had to let her body slowly adjust to what was going on.

...

What was going on?

Where was she? What happened? Why did everything hurt? Why did nothing hurt?

Gradually, she allowed herself to feel through what was going on in every inch of her body.

The air felt different. Lighter. Her body felt relaxed, comfortable except for her blurred sight. The dryness in her throat was replaced with a stiff discomfort and a cottony, metallic taste in her mouth. Her limbs felt droopy and loose, refusing to follow the commands her brain was signaling to them. They just decided they were cozy where they were.

There wasn't silence surrounding her anymore either- at least not complete silence- voices of her sister and... nephew? in the distance slowly making their way to her ears.

Wait... nephew?

Aden?

What was Aden doing here? Truly, what happened? And how much time had passed?

She fought against the glare and forced her eyes open, tackling her now-much-less fuzzy vision. Her surroundings gradually revealed themselves to her as she shifted focus from the bright light above her to a dimmer area of sight. 

A ceiling. 

So, she was lying down. That explains why she felt so comfortable.

But this wasn't her office. No, this was nothing close to her office. This was a room with a shitty mattress bounded in a cold metal frame. It was a room with white metal panels covering the whole ceiling other than the occasional light every panel or two. It was someplace cold, empty, clean, white. Very white. A place in which insistent beeping seemed like the main and only noise loud enough to irritate her ears.

...

She was in a hospital. How did she get-

"Oh my God, Lexa you're awake!"

"I-" She turned to her side, letting her eyes meet with her sisters.

Before she could even fully sit up, Anya's arms wrapped around her in a tight embrace. She was given no time to process anything, she just stared at the wall in front of her while the warmth spread through her body. Because this was weird. Unusual. Because Lexa and her sister never hugged.

'Really, what the hell happened.'

The last thing she could remember was sitting in her office stressing over work. Stressing over Aden. Stressing over Anya- who was furious with her, not affectionate and hug-ey. The last thing she could remember was Clarke. Or, trying not to think about Clarke- again. All she remembered was her own heavy breathing and dense air. The tears in her eyes, clamoring to be released. The dizziness of the room and-

and..?

"An, what happened?"

Her sister finally let her go. "You had a stroke, Lexa."

"I- what?"

Is that why her memories were all a hazed mess? Why she couldn't remember anything past her own heavy breathing and heavy heart?