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The last few minutes was a frenzy, this was probably Lexa’s first shootout and it was not as fun as it seemed on the TV shows and movies. She did catch one on the side of her stomach before diving behind for cover under a garbage can. But she was wearing her vest so it didn’t hurt, well, it did but not as much; she was out of breath for a minute and it took a moment to get herself breathing again but she was okay now. Well, it was going to bruise because of the massive force but it wasn’t a big deal now. Not when she was being shot for a good few minutes until backup arrived and managed to get their shooters off before they got hurt.
Well…they didn’t get hurt, but Lexa did, kind of. A bullet grazed her upper arm, ripping through the shirt and into the skin. It was bleeding, quite a bit but it didn’t seem as deep that it would need stitches – well, Lexa hoped it wouldn’t. Right now she was talking to one of the detectives on the scenes, telling him what happened before the paramedics arrived. Her right hand was holding onto the bullet grave on her left arm, it wasn’t hurting too much, just a dull aching around the cut but it didn’t seem to be spreading.
It was a few more minutes before the paramedics arrived and Lexa found herself sitting in the back of the ambulance. Once again, it was Clarke’s team who was at the scene. There was one ambulance which had rushed to the hospital with one of the shooters – who ended up with a bullet in his stomach. Lexa was alone at the moment, Clarke was talking to someone before she came to check on Lexa. She didn’t know it was Lexa waiting for her though, someone else on her team had directed Lexa to wait for Clarke and as far as Clarke knew, it was just another police officer.
“Woods?” Clarke said with surprise in her voice, suddenly a little worried as she rushed up to her. “What happened?”
“Just a little bullet graze, no big deal.” Lexa answered lightly. The sleeve of her shirt was soaked through almost down to the elbow but Lexa was determined to not let it show how worried she was.
“That’s a lot of blood.” Clarke commented before coming to kneel down in front of Lexa. “Alright, take off your shirt.”
“At least buy me a drink first.” Lexa joked, receiving only an unimpressed look from Clarke. She was bleeding, she was shot at, and she really had it in her to joke around now? Yeah, Clarke was a little amused. “Okay, fine.” Lexa sighed, complying before realizing she couldn’t stretch her arm enough to get the shirt off.
“Need some help?” Clarke asked knowingly but decided it was best to ask first. So when Lexa nodded, she helped her unbutton the shirt and get her arm out. “First shootout huh?” She asked the cop, examining the wound before moving to get some supplies to clean it.
“Yep,” Lexa nodded, “Not as fun as you’d think.”
“You don’t say,” Clarke responded, dabbing a cotton ball with antiseptic onto the cut and receiving a grunt from Lexa. “Sorry, it stings I know.” She apologized. “It doesn’t look too bad to be honest.” Clarke told her.
“Am I gonna need stitches?” Lexa asked.
“Doesn’t seem like it.” Clarke replied. “I’ll just clean it and patch you up, it should be fine.”
She couldn’t help but notice how toned and strong Lexa’s arm was, it wasn’t something Clarke usually paid attention to but she’s never really seen Lexa without her uniform on. “Strong.” Clarke commented nonchalantly as her hand gripped Lexa’s arm while the other went about cleaning the blood off of it. “Does that just come with the job or do you workout a lot?” Clarke asked, just making light conversation as though she was cleaning a wound off of the cop that was caused by a bullet in a shootout. “Cause I’ve seen a lot of cops who are…not that fit.”
“It’s the latter.” Lexa replied, looking away from Clarke as she tried to hide the smile on her face from having her notice her arms. “I try to go to the gym as often as I can.”
“Can you hold your arm up?” Clarke asked, just going through a couple of routine questions watching as Lexa nodded and held her arm up over her head. “Does it hurt?”
“Only where the bullet grazed,” Lexa answered. “It’s not too bad.”
“Take my hand.” Clarke continued but only gave her a questioning look because it seems like she really was in a jokingly light mood. “Come on, I need make sure you’re okay.” She rolled her eyes, “Or I can take you down to the hospital.”
“Fine fine,” Lexa shook her head, holding out her hand for Clarke to take.
“Can you squeeze it?” Clarke asked and Lexa nodded, doing as she had asked. Strong hands too, but also gentle somehow – Clarke almost didn’t want Lexa to let go. “That’s good.” She commented. “You’re not in too much pain? From your arm?”
“No, I think it’s okay.” She answered. “It’s just like a deep cut, the pain is spreading a little though.” Lexa added.
“Good, that’s okay, it’s normal.” Clarke reassured her. “What about your side?” She asked her.
“That…is actually hurting more than my arm.” Lexa admitted.
“You’re gonna have to take off your shirt completely.” Clarke told her, right now it was just half off, exposing Lexa’s left arm. “I need to see where it hit you.”
“You’re gonna have to help me.” Lexa told her, “My side feels stiff I can’t move that much to take it off.”
“I got it.” Clarke replied, pushing herself up to stand up before helping Lexa take off her shirt and setting it aside. “Ouch,” She commented as she looked at the side where the bullet had hit over the vest. “It’s already starting to bruise.” Clarke placed her hand gently over the area of skin which was already darkening. “In my professional opinion,” She looked up at her, her hand still on her, “You need to go to the hospital.”
“It’s just a bruise,” Lexa shrugged, “No big deal.”
“It can cause internal bleeding.” Clarke told her, “And I can’t check for that here.”
“I’ll be fine,” Lexa tried to tell her, “I’ll take some painkillers and go to sleep, I’ll wake up fine.”
“You’ll wake up sore and stiff and in pain.” Clarke rolled her eyes. “Take a deep breath.”
Lexa tried, inhaling before stopping herself as she realized how badly it hurt. “Okay, that hurts.” She admitted. “But I mean, I was just shot at, so it’s expected, right?”
“Yes, and that’s why you need to go to the hospital.” Clarke answered. “I know you want to act like you’re so strong and indestructible,” She started, “But abs don’t mean you can’t get hurt.”
Lexa rolled her eyes. “I need to get back to work though.”
This time Clarke laughed at her, “No you need to take some time off.” She told her, “Your arm needs rest.” She added. “And you need rest regardless there’s internal bleeding.”
“How long though?” Lexa asked reluctantly, she didn’t want to take time off from work. She liked her job, she liked what she did; waking up every morning, Lexa knew her day had a purpose.
“Till next week.” Clarke told her.
“It’s only Tuesday.” Lexa whined.
“Tell you what though.” Clarke started. “You go down to the hospital, get a ride from your partner because this isn’t an emergency for us.” She told her. “And get yourself checked out, especially that,” She pointed at the bruise that was starting to spread on her side. “After that, when I get off my shit in an hour, I’ll come by and pick you up.” She added, “I still owe you a drink from a couple of weeks ago, deal?”
Lexa thought about it for a moment, this would be the perfect excuse to take her out for a drink. “Deal.”