Crash Into Me

Chapter 6 - Ms. Henrietta Cuddleupagus

Bev looks up and sees a fierce looking woman with a crisp power suit and sleek black heels clicking down the hallway carrying the largest gift basket she has literally ever seen. Right behind her are two rather out of place women wearing similar business outfits, looking around like they have never seen a hospital before in their lives.

"Would you stop gawking..." Indra hisses at Luna behind her.

"That dude had a tube coming out of his chest!" Luna whispers in disbelief.

"Like a dead guy? Cool!" Anya gasps walking back to try and see, only to get caught by Indra grabbing her collar, yanking her back.

"Would you two cut it out? I don't even know why you even insisted on coming!" Indra mutters frustrated.

"To see if Lexa's imposter looks hot so I can date her." Anya deadpans.

"Speak for yourself. I wanna see if she is a vegetable or some shit. I mean seriously... there is no way she got hurt. I watched her walk through a wall once and be totally fine. I call bullshit." Luna shrugs.

"Do you even know what that means?" Indra asks with a smirk.

"Nope. heard it on grey's anatomy once." Luna grins proudly earning a snort from Indra.

"Let me guess. Ms. Woods?" Bev smirks in amusement.

"Yes, we are visiting on behalf of the Polis power and conservation company." Indra smiles pleasantly.

"Alright. Wait here while I let them know you are here." Bev instructs with a nod and walks back to the room down the hall.

"Why she gotta do that?" Anya asks, biting her nails.

"Maybe they gotta like put her arm back on or something." Luna shrugs as a nurse snorts behind the counter.

"Zip it." Indra hisses behind her.

Clarke had JUST gotten Lexa redressed, bed changed and comfortable again when Bev strides into the room cheerfully. Both turn a bit tired from the bathing experience as the woman hums a little tune.

"You have visitors." Bev smiles in a sing a song voice as both Clarke and Lexa look at her looking confused. "Very fancy looking business ladies from your power company." She hums as she opens the blinds and earns a hiss from Clarke, temporarily blinded by the sun.

"Son of a bitch..." Lexa mutters under her breath. "Did you call my office?" She hisses in panic at Clarke.

"Uhh... you're welcome." Clarke retorts back earning a cackle from Bev. Lexa groans dramatically with a deep sigh but finally nods to let them in to visit.

"Oh good! That gift basket is the biggest one I have ever seen, which is saying something with how long I have worked here." Bev relays excitedly.

"Of course, it is." Lexa mutters, rolling her eyes.

"Bet you're glad you're clean now, huh?" Clarke grins triumphantly, earning muttered curse words and a pillow to be launched at the blonde's direction.

"Oompphhh.." Clarke grunts as she catches the pillow with her face. Bev chortles as she continues to fold and put away blankets from the couch. The extra pillows go next and at this point Clarke is pouting that her comfy bed is going away.

"Oh stop, I will make it for you again when they leave. Relax." Bev mutters in exasperation as Lexa grins at them. Quite proud of herself for insisting Clarke sleep over there. The blonde smiles as she slumps heavily back in the uncomfortable wooden chair. Allowing Bev to go all crazy putting things back in order for reasons Clarke can't quite figure out. Like they were the ones staying here, not the guests. Plus, the worse they look, the more baskets that could follow. But at least Lexa is looking just as confused about Bev cleaning up as she does. That helps at least.