Crash Into Me

Chapter 8 - To Kiss the Queen's Hand

"Hello, my name is Dr. Griffin, chief of the hospital and I have taken over your case for my daughter, Dr. Griffin." Abby voices in her official doctor voice as she walks in and squirts antiseptic into her hands.

"Mom, we know who you are..." Clarke mutters.

"Shh... Don't interrupt the doctor." Abby chirps over in such a mom voice it has Lexa smirking watching the exchange.

"I am literally ALSO a doctor!" Clarke argues back with the best 'what the fucking hell is happening' look to date.

"I was a doctor before you existed. So, shush..." Abby snarks with a pointed look.

"Well, no shit..." Clarke exhales with wide eyes and god does Lexa almost pee herself in laughter.

"Do I need to send you outside so I can get anything done?" Abby threatens rolling her head over to her kid with one eyebrow up in warning.

"Nope. Shutting up." Clarke states quickly in one breath not helping Lexa stop smirking.

"Sorry about that, now as I was saying..." Abby hums as she examines the incisions and road rash locations meticulously. "Yes, these are looking better. And your pain management is going as expected as well. So, I would like to start you on some oral medications." Abby rattles off as she turns to write in her chart. Lexa just blinks and turns to Clarke, but she is currently still not speaking afraid she will get thrown from the room. So, Lexa just rolls her head back to Abby who is smirking having watched the entire thing. "Instead of only using your IV over here, to give you medicine. We will start to give you pills to swallow. Are you able to swallow pills well?" She inquiries about earning a nod from Lexa.

"Perfect, then I will relay this to Bev and have them place a fresh catheter after your nightly pain dose." Abby instructs with finality and god is Clarke so damn glad Lexa doesn't understand ANY of what her mother just said. Just nods and turns to Clarke to explain whatever was just said.

"Oh, don't worry about it... it's just doctor talk." Clarke shrugs casually and waves it off. "So, what game do you wanna play?" She asks excitedly to change the subject. Pulling out their options from the top drawer that has Lexa smiling at all of it.

After 3 coloring pages, 5 cutthroat battleship games, 8 equally tense connect four battles, and finally 3 rousing fights of uno, their dinner is finally served. Is Bev chortling at the two the entire time, without a doubt. Already hearing of the previous games that almost caused both to kill each other.

"I swear she cheated!" Clarke huffs taking a bite of her food.

"I do not cheat. I am logically proficient." Lexa retorts back with a shrug.

"I am a DOCTOR!" Clarke huffs in protest.

"Who is not good at Battleship." Lexa smiles, taking a smirky bite of her food. "Although Luna totally does. So, heads up." She mutters over to Clarke.

"Well, that explains so much!" Clarke remarks back with a sigh.

"Figured it would." Lexa nods with a smirk.

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Lexa crashed so suddenly that night that Clarke honestly has not a single clue how long she was asleep before she noticed. They were still watching the cartoon movie marathon on the tv without a care in the world. Coloring random pictures in their coloring books while commenting about said movie. And it was only after Clarke commented a solid 6 or 7 times in a row without a single word from Lexa that she turned around to look at her. Finding quite amusingly that the brunette was sound asleep with a crayon still in her hand. Literally passing the hell out mid color and everything. She waits until the next commercial break before she gets up since it wasn't like Lexa was going anywhere or anything. Chuckling softly to herself as she returns each crayon into the box sprawled across the hospital bed. The picture has got to be the funniest part of the entire thing. You can literally tell when the pain killers started to kick in causing the neat precise coloring starts to lean a bit to the right. There is a trail of scribbles that are so outside the lines that she has no idea where or what it was meant for. Looking like a two-year-old got ahold of this book and went to town. When she gets home Clarke is framing that masterpiece without a single doubt. Already trying to figure out how she can trick Lexa into signing it as she puts it away in the bedside table. Walking back to her couch and setting the coloring book aside she was working on. She attempts to straight up her couch bed a bit before she unabashedly falls face first into it quite happily. Curling up and watching the rest of the movie on low volume.