blue, blue, blue
“Patient is still unconscious. Give me the flashlight, I have to check her pupil reaction.”
Why am I not in the grocery store anymore? This doesn’t feel like the floor I had to fall on just seconds ago. Was it seconds ago? I can’t seem to remember. Whose voice is that? Why is this so comfortable? C’mon Lexa open your freaking eyes.
Her thoughts were slow and felt as sticky as honey. With an inhuman amount of power necessary she could finally open her eyes.
The first thing she noticed was the ocean.
No, not the ocean, but eyes so god damn blue, blue, blue.
So Lexa was not going insane, but why couldn’t she stop staring into these blue depths?
The husky voice belonging to the gorgeous eyes began to speak again: “Look Harper, she opened her eyes, cross out unconscious again!”
With that the blue depths turned away from Lexa and Lexa noticed the golden locks framing the woman's face.
Are you an angel?
Blue focussed her once again but Lexa’s consciousness was fading slowly again.
“Hello Miss Woods. You’re in the Hospital of Polis and I’m Doctor Griffin. You were brought here an hour after you fainted in a grocery store a few blocks away. Are you able to understand me?”
“Blue like sky and ocean, golden like wheat and jewlery, how could one ..?"
But before Lexa could finish mumbling her creation, her mind was shut down again and the last thing she saw was a hint of sorrow in those blue depths.
POV CLARKE
"how could one..?"
Oh no, not again.
"Harper, she fanted again. Do we have a record of her? Any emergency numbers to call?"
"Yeah, we have, but it's not as much as usual: She was brought here a year ago because of a broken foot, but before that absolutely nothing. She either was never seriously ill before or went to a different hospital, which I would doubt because we're the only one in reach for her, the next one is the Ark hospital 70 miles away..Oh wait!"
Harper seemed to have found something else in the thin patient record.
"Here is a record of a blood transfusion for her nephew, 8 years ago. But nothing more. Furthermore her only emergency contact is Anya Forrester, who is registered as her sister, shall I call her?"
Harper's report made Clarke even more curious than the mumbled half poem. How could Alexandria Woods only been to a hospital twice since she lived in Polis? Averenge people came to check themselves of anything at least once a year.
Well, maybe Clarke couldn't speak about Alexandria Woods as about any averenge woman. Realising that Clarke chuckled lightly and turned her attention towards nurse Harper again.
"Yes, please. Maybe she knows why Miss Woods fainted while grocery shopping, it could help understanding whether or not it's just somestress related issue or something worse. Her data only revealed a bit lower blood pressure than usual, yet."
Harper nodded and headed out of the white and clean hospital room towards the nurses' office where all the records and data was stored, leaving Clarke alone with the patient.
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Later, the sun was already on her way down and coloured Alexandria's hospital room with a shade of orange where the last sunrays touched her bed, Clarke's shift was over and she already changed into her casual clothes just as her 'Ark U Wolves' Hoodie, which she got from Octavia a few years ago, and her favorite outworn black chucks.
Frowning she stood next to the only bed in the little room while she went over Alexandria's record again.
Clarke just couldn't figure out what was wrong with her patient even though she already talked to the hospital's chief, doctor Kane, about Alexandria's lack of indecies which could've lead Clarke to the reason why she hadn't woken up yet.
"Are you Lexa's doctor? Because you surely don't look like one at the moment."
A hesitant yet somehow dangerously calm voice came from the door. The voice belonged to a tall figure standing in the doorframe.
"Lexa? ... Oh you mean Alexandria, yes I am her doctor. Doctor Clarke Griffin, and you are?"
The figure moved towards the bed, too, until she stood next to it, opposite to Clarke. She appeared to be older than Lexa and had darker hair but the same curls, there was a resemblance between the two, even though she had different facial features and her skin was a shade more olive coloured than Lexa's. So Clarke suspected what the woman told her, just after she came to the conclusion that this had to be Anya Forrester, Lexa's sister.
Anya's eyes rested tiredly and filled with love on her sister.
"I'm sorry that I couldn't make it sooner but I was stuck in a trial, so I didn't get the call until half an hour ago. Do you know why she fainted?"
"I suspect not enough food and water during the day in combination with a low blood pressure, so we connected her to an infusion providing her enough nutrition. But if it's that she should've woken up already and I can't tell really why she hadn't yet. Let's hope she'll be awake by tomorrow because if she won't then we can only wait and keep her under surveillance. Had she recently complained about anything such as heavy headaches or blackouts?"
Anya's eyes got even more tired and worried than before, a frown now also covering her forehead.
"No, she didn't. But she never really talks about her worries such as health issues, she was always rather closed about stuff like that. I could ask my son Aden though, she's more open towards him in most things."
"That would be very helpful, if you'd be so kind. Thank you, and now I guess the both of us will have to meet again tomorrow since my shift is over and you look a bit tired, too. Visiting hours are over in an hour so you can of course stay till then with Alexan.. pardon, Lexa. And tell the nurses if she wakes up. I'll be heading home now, good night, Miss Forrester."
Clarke's eyes just quickly scanned Lexa's lying figure again and left the room after noticing nothing to worry about except her peaceful face and the calm and deep breaths moving her chest steadily.
Lexa, why won't you wake up?