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“Oh my god, Bell,” escapes Octavia’s mouth when she notices the shattered glass on the floor of The Dropship.
Clarke recovers from the shock wave that is Bellamy’s surprise and asks the only coherent Blake sibling a question.
“How do you guys know Raven?” and as the query leaves Clarke’s mouth she recalls a memory that she seemingly brushed aside.
After Clarke took a few steps, she turned back around to face Bellamy. Expecting him to have been walking back toward the hospital, Clarke didn't think anything of it. However, he hadn’t moved. Bellamy had been watching her leave this entire time.
“Why were you going to the hospital?” Clarke asked him.
“Visiting a friend,” was the only answer she got as Bellamy turned and made his way back to the hospital. Clarke's gaze unknowingly following his disappearing figure.
Shaking her head, Clarke answered her own question.
“Regardless, I’m sure it’s a long story that none of us has time for right now.” Shouldering her bag, Clarke hugs both Lincoln and Octavia and makes her way to the door.
With a few fingers on the handle, Clarke hears someone run up behind her. She smiles when a mop of soft, brown curls and cheeks danced with freckles appear on the reflective, glassy surface of the door.
Bellamy’s coffee-colored eyes scream “I’m coming with you” and “I need to help her” but Clarke does not have the heart to tell him that there was not much he could do. So, she pushes open the door and steps out into the frigid, night air.
Once they reach the parked car, Bellamy makes his way to the passenger seat, as does Clarke. She opens the door and Bellamy takes a seat as she reaches the glove compartment to pull out a pair of blue scrubs.
“Get up off that lazy posterior of yours once in awhile, Blake.”
Looking thoroughly confused, Bellamy shakes out of his reverie and looks up at Clarke.
“You’re not driving?”
“Nope,” Clarke answers matter-of-factly. “And neither are you. With this Manhattan traffic it’ll be way quicker if we walk up to the hospital on our own.”
Grumbling something about gloves going in the glove compartment, Bellamy gets out of the car and starts walking uptown.
***
Walking with Clarke to the hospital was, nice. They didn’t talk much but, the silence surrounding them was companionable. And Bellamy thought it was, well, nice. He would have really liked to go on an actual date with her, but he figured his time would come. After all, he had to focus on Raven for the time being. She was the one in the hospital after all, even though Clarke is in the hospital 24/7, seven days a week.
No, stop. Focus on Raven, not the beautiful, blonde babe turning onto the hospital walkway. A princess always returns to her kingdom.
Geez, Blake! Stop fantasizing and get your history books in check.
He follows Clarke to the waiting room and almost crashes into her when she stops outside of the Medical Personnel Only door.
“You’re going to have to wait out here, Bellamy.”
“No way! I need to see if Raven is okay!”
“I’m sure you do, but right now-”
“No, right now I need to go and see my sick friend. Don’t you get that? I’m her friend and friends stick by each other through thick and thin, no matter how hard it gets,” Bellamy snaps.
“I’m not sure where you get off accusing me of not being there for my friends but in case you haven’t noticed, I don’t even know if Raven is okay. Her doctor doesn’t know if she is okay, so you need to wait here,” Clarke retorts with a sigh.
Putting a hand on Bellamy’s shoulder, Clarke finishes her thought. “I’ll do my very best to make sure Raven is at her very best as soon as possible.”
With that, she walks through the door. Off to save the day in a green jumpsuit, blue scrubs in one hand and car keys in the other. Missing the heat from where Clarke touched his shoulder, Bellamy sits down in the waiting area. Tired and in need of a bottle of tequila.
***
Clarke walks into Patient 2122’s room with hands washed and scrubs on. Grabbing the file she knows she will not need, Clarke looks over at Raven Reyes. All the Latina, five feet five inches, type O blood, brown hair and lean figure that makes up Raven Reyes.
Slowly, Raven turns her head and smiles when she sees Clarke.
“Something happened, Doc.”
“Raven, you had a seizure,” Clarke huffs but answers softly. “We did another brain scan.”
“Wait, a seizure?”
“When they paged me, they told me it was a transient ischemic attack but I think it might be something else entirely. And not something for the better.”
Raven’s eyes traced the outline of Clarke’s body, trying to find any evidence of lightheartedness or a joke. But she knew that whatever was going on with her brain, it was serious. Clarke continued.
“Raven, your scans showed evidence of a stroke, but it’s unlike anything I’ve ever seen before. You are using an incredible amount of your brain and that seems to be aggravating the affected area. The stroke appears to be hemorrhagic. And I’m afraid that if you keep using your brain like you were before the seizure, it will only make things worse.”
Raven implored trying to make light of her dire situation.
“With my leg and my previous brain damage, I’ve been through worse Doc.”
“Not worse than this.”
Clarke pauses to collect her thoughts, approaching this as Doctor Griffin. Not as Clarke, Raven’s friend.
“Raven, it could kill you.”
But nothing could prepare Clarke for Raven’s response.
“Could? Or will?”