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Lexa and Lincoln stared at each other in an attempt at intimidation as they touched gloves.
“You ready to have your ass whooped?” Lincoln asked with a smirk.
“Anytime. But only in bed. And not by you,” Lexa quipped.
The bald man chuckled.
Lexa taunted him, “Make it hurt.”
...
“You ok, there, Lex? That’s the second time I knocked you off your feet.” Lincoln was visibly concerned.
Even though Lincoln was taller and bulkier than Lexa, they both knew that the latter was more dexterous. Lexa was undefeated when it came to sparring.
Lincoln stretched out his hand for Lexa to take.
“I’m fine.”
Lexa stood up, but clearly had trouble putting weight on her right foot. After looking closer, Lincoln could make out partially-healed cuts and bruises all over her legs.
“I didn’t do that,” Lincoln pointed at the wounds.
“No- yea, I was running downhill when I tripped over myself,” Lexa explained.
“I’m fine,” she repeated.
“Let’s get you checked out,” Lincoln frowned.
“I said-“ Lexa started.
Lincoln interjected, “Do this for me, Lex. I just need to know you’re okay.”
Lexa begrudgingly obliged.
...
“Lexa Woods? Doctor Harris is ready for you.” The nurse called out.
Lexa stood up to follow the nurse into the doctor’s office. She passed by a familiar face but paid it no mind.
“Lexa?” Abby said in surprise. “I got this,” she said to the nurse, dismissing her before Lexa could protest.
“Just a regular check-up,” Abby said to no one in particular. Then she turned to Lexa, “C’mon, this way.”
...
“Go ahead and sit on the examination table and lift up your shirt for me,” the doctor directed.
“You’ll need stitches for this laceration,” Abby said as she pressed on Lexa’s ribs. “Does this hurt?”
Lexa shook her head.
“Why are you doing this?” She asked.
“I really liked you, Lexa,” Abby smiled nostalgically.
“Those guys that Clarke brings around; Finn, Bellamy, they’re nice. But you’re kind. There’s a difference. Beneath all the tough exterior that you flaunt, you have a kind, pure heart. And you truly love her. I can tell. Clarke...” Abby sighed, “she doesn’t know what love is. That’s why she can’t recognize it, even though it’s hit her in the face. Give it time, she’ll learn eventually.”
“With all due respect, Abby, I deserve better than to be someone’s backup plan,” Lexa said.
“You’re right, Lexa,” Abby continued. “You can find someone else. I don’t doubt that you can. But you and I both know that you’ll never find the love that you had with my daughter.”
“Some people spend a lifetime searching for it, but don’t even come close to the love that you shared,” Abby sighed.
“Do me a favor, Lex. Don’t give up on her,” Abby implored.
Lexa chuckled darkly, “You should say these things to her.”
“How much do I owe you?” Lexa asked, getting up from the examination table.
“Nothing,” Abby stated as she handed her prescription.
With that, Lexa muttered her thanks and left.
...
“She never loved you, Lex.”
The brunette looked at the man over the rim of her glass of beer.
“If she did, she would have fought to stay.”
Lexa took a big gulp of her beer.
“Doesn’t matter much now, does it?” Lexa commented.
“I know she’s Octavia’s best friend, but you deserve better cous. You deserve...” He turned around scanning the bar before smiling at a girl on his left, shook her hand and whispered something to her before turning back to face Lexa.
“Costia.” The beautiful girl smiled sweetly at Lexa and offered her hand.