Playground Love

Chapter Seven

Maybe Einstein was right. Time is a relative concept. The faster a clock moves, the slower time passes according to someone in a different time frame of reference. There are 24 hours in a day. That's 1,440 minutes. 86,400 seconds. But who's counting?

Time ticked on. The nurses, doctors, and patients shuffled by throughout the day but if she watched the wall clock behind her, she would think no time passed at all. She huffed as she looked over at the never-changing girl in the bed.

"It could be hours, days, months... or in the rare cases years." The doctor's words replayed in her mind like a broken record. The definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting a different outcome. She had definitely gone insane. It had now been over three weeks. Almost a month of sitting in this hospital. A lot can happen in twenty-one days. For one, the art gala was postponed. She couldn't do it. She could barely bring herself to leave this hospital every other day to shower.

Woods Inc. had an internal battle over the direction of the company with the shareholders after news broke of the CEO's condition. A board meeting was called. Anya had announced she was taking full control of the company after they found out Lexa was in a coma. The board was not pleased but her wife was a perfectionist. A perfectly calculated human being. She had planned for every scenario. Scenario's such as this.

The broody dirty blonde slammed the legal document on the oval desk and crossed her arms

The man put his reading glasses on and read the document out loud.

"In the event, I am unable to fulfill my duties as the CEO of Woods Inc. My duties along with my company shares may be transferred to Becca Xandria Woods. In the event she is a minor, the ownership and shares may be passed to her godmother, Anya Reyes until she is of age." He says reluctantly

He looks up from the document and the board members all share looks at each other

"That can't be legit." A woman scoffed

"It was notarized and her signature is on the document. It's a legally binding document." The man says

"With Lexa's shares combined with my own, I now hold the majority of the company. So like I previously said, I am taking control of this ship." She says with a smirk

Woods Inc. was running like a well-oiled machine under Anya's leadership. It was almost as if Lexa was still there. She supposed that came down to the fact of how detailed her wife truly was. She had planned out the next few months for the company. Every single document and plan was labeled on her computer desktop.

Clarke sat down by the bed and grabbed her wife's hand. She looked over her face. The bruising had faded and the once cut up and stitched face now looked almost untouched. She looked better than she had in weeks just gazing over her sunkissed skin. But she still had a tube down her throat and there were still many machines surrounding them.

All her friends and both her mother and Indra were in the room with her that night. Becca had her head buried into her neck. Lexa had a brain scan earlier in the afternoon and they were all waiting for the doctor to get in to review it and brief them if there were any changes. Clarke was so used to hearing there was no change, she assumed tonight would be no different. Nothing prepared her for the emotional rollercoaster she endured that week.

The doctor came into the room finally. "Mrs.Woods." He says

Clarke looked at him expectantly

"Perhaps we should speak somewhere more private." He says clearing his throat

"They can stay." She says

He clasped his hands behind his back and gave her a solemn look. "We did everything possible for your wife but based on the tests we ran today, we are declaring Alexandria brain dead." He says