The Light In the Darkness {Clexa endgame}

Chapter 5 - Clarke

A week later, I was discharged from the hospital and I was already itching to get out of the place. Raven had stopped by to take me home and we were making small talk as I waited for the discharge papers and the next set of appointments that I needed to go to. There was a knock on the door and we both glanced up and saw Jaha standing over the threshold. We jumped up and kept our eyes downcast as he walked in.

"Clarke," he said, voice gruff with grief, "I'm glad to hear that you are finally able to leave the hospital."

"Thank you, sir," I replied and chanced a look up at him.

The loss of Wells had hit him a lot harder than I would have expected. He appeared to have lost some weight and his face was nothing but a mixture of grief and sadness. He sat on the edge of the bed and seemed to study us for a moment.

"Ms. Reyes," he said, "Would you mind giving us a moment? I'd like to speak to Clarke alone."

"Of course, sir," she replied quickly and giving my hand a tight squeeze before she left, closing the door behind her.

"Clarke, please take a seat."

"Yes, Sir," I replied and sat in a chair.

I folded my hands in front of me and waited, my knee started to shake from nervousness.

He sighed and said, "Clarke, Im sorry that I haven't been by sooner than this to see how you were doing."

"That's alright, Sir," I replied, shakily. "I understand."

"You do, don't you," he said, quietly. "This past month has been rather hard. To lose my only son in such a horrific way, it shakes me to my very core, Clarke."

"Yes, Sir," I said and looked at him with sorrow filled eyes. "I wish I could remember what happened so that I could give you some closure, Sir. There's just nothing there."

He nodded and cleared his throat, "I wish that as well, but that's not why I stopped by today."

"It's not," I asked, confused.

"Wells' funeral will be held tonight," he replied. "I would like you to be there."

"Mr. Jaha," I said carefully, "Are you sure you want me to be there? Don't you think that may send some mixed signals to the pack?"

"Ms. Griffin," he said sternly. "You and my son dated for four years. He was going to propose to you that night. He loved you dearly. He would want you there."

"Yes, Sir," I said quickly. "My apologies. I'll be there."

"Thank you. Now to the other issue at hand," he said. "Without Wells by your side, you must leave town."

My chest grew heavy as a sob choked my throat. I swallowed thickly and took a shuddering breath, "I understand, Sir. How much time do I have?"

"I can give you a month, Clarke," he replied, heavily. "If you're not gone by then..."

I nodded, tears slipping down my face. We sat in silence for a moment and then I heard him get up.

"I'm sorry that it has to be this way, Clarke, but the law is the law. You have a month," he said and left the room.

I crumbled and drew my knees to my chest as the sobs that I had been holding back were finally relinquished. Raven came running back into the room and wrapped her arms around me in comfort.

"It'll be okay, Clarke," she said soothingly. "You'll see."

I couldn't say anything as I continued to sob. The only life I had ever known. The only home that I'd ever known was gone. I wasn't sure if it would ever be okay.