Kiss me, Not

We Must Fight Part II

"Clarke! Stop staring and call 911! Fuck..." Lexa anxiously shoved her hair back, thinking of way to get the victim out.

Clarke snapped back to reality and watched Lexa yanking the driver's side door open, while she found her hands fumbling for her phone.

"Hel- ...Hello?" she stammers, feeling the lump in her throat.

"911. What's the emergency?"

"Fire!... Van!... Accident!... Please help...."

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Her hand quickly withdrawn from the hot surface of the car. The hood was puffing out thick black smoke, making her belch in a throaty cough. It's only a matter of time before something terrible will happen.

"Come on... COME ON!" she hissed, prying the door open. There's a huge dent on the driver's side and she assumed that the car must have skidded around because the culprit escaped from the opposite direction. "Open up you sonofabitch!" And with a final ounce of her strength she lifted her foot against the car and gave one final pull.

The hinge whined as the brunette yanked it hard open and revealed a lifeless body sprawled over the steering wheel. "Fuck..." she flung her hands around waving away the thick smoke that reached the inside. She quickly placed her arms below the person's knees and back and carefully cradle her out of the ruins.

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"Oh my god..." Clarke gasped, shaking her head in horror, "What are we gonna do?" kneeling by the gutter.

"Watch her. I'm going back to the car."

Clarke watched Lexa jogged back to the vehicle and then looks back at the body. She was panicking, she's as clueless as a child of what to do in this kind of situation. The help was on its way but the body was still unmoved and with no sign of life at all.

"Do something, Clarke... Do something," she chants, finding her hand automatically grabbing the person's wrist and felt no pulse. Her eyes widens, "she's dead!... No...," shaking the victim's shoulders vigorously, "Wake up! Please!... Please! Wake up!" she pleaded feeling the first tear falling from her eyes after the petty argument.

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"Clarke...," Lexa dropped to her knees along with the things she was carrying. "What are you doing?"

"She have no pulse, Lexa! We have to save her!" she grits her teeth as she pumped the heel of her palm on the person's chest several times.

"Clarke, help is on it's way-...."

"NO! We can't just sit here and do nothing, LEXA!" Clarke blew a couple of breaths on the mouth and continued pumping the chest with vigor.

The look on the blonde's face astonished her, the sheer determination and perseverance to save someone's life. It swells Lexa's heart.

A blare of siren snapped the brunette out of her stupor and watches everything like in a matrix. All the happenings were in a slow motion, the paramedic personnels were running with the stretcher pushing Clarke away. The victim was moving, her hands were moving touching her face and as the paramedics carries the body to the stalling ambulance, she saw those eyes looking at her. Those eyes that once upon a time looked at her with hatred and anger but now was filled with hurt and heartbreak.

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She buried her head between her knees and sighed.

"She's going to be fine," the girl looks up and found her girlfriend holding two cups of coffee, "drink up."

"Are you sure?" accepting the steaming hot beverage, taking a slow sip and watches the girl beside her with an amused look. "Why buy coffee when you hated it?"