Day 8 part two
Clarke smiled at the nurse working the front desk, politely mentioning that she was just visiting someone today, before hopping up the stairs. She nearly passed out by the time she got to the fourth floor, cursing at herself for not taking the elevator. She fell onto the floor and ignored the stares of doctors and visitors as she let out an exaggerated groan.
"The things I do for people." The blonde mumbled. After laying still for nearly ten minutes Clarke barely got into her feet, taking a moment to stablize herself, and started walking down one of the many long hallways.
"Fucking hell I hate this damn hospital. All these impossible to find rooms."
I swear to god Finn I passed her room over five times before actually finding it. If that isn't the saddest thing...
"Hey, I'm he-"
I change my mind. Seeing her like that...
Clarke moved into the room quietly and sat down, biting her lip as her eyes looked over the figure. The girl laying in the bed was on her left side, clutching a stuffed dragon like her life depended on it. Her eyes opened slowly and the pained look on her face lessened.
"Clarke."
"I'd say you're name back but I still don't know it." The girl smiled lazily and threw her dragon at the blonde.
"I'm still not telling you." Clarke laughed, picking up the toy and giving it back to the girl. "You remind me of my cousin."
"You sound old."
"I'm serious. If you lost all of the sass you'd be just like my cousin." The girl looked sad for a moment and looked down at the dragon. "It's been a while since I last seen her though."
Clarke sat down and looked at her curiously. "What do you mean by that?"
"Last time I saw her was around five years ago, before my heart started going bad. I, I didn't want her to see me like this."
"Like what?" Clarke asked, already knowing what the response would be.
"Like I'm weak. I'm always so tired and I'm in constant pain. I want her to remember me the way I used to be, not what I am now."
"You, are not weak. Maybe you aren't exactly who you used to be, but you are still strong. Just in a different way. That's the thing about strength, just because you don't see it doesn't mean it's not there. It's like..." Clarke bit her lip, her eyes lighting up when she found the analogy she was looking for. "It's like energy. It cannot be created or destroyed, just transform from one form to another. You used to be strong in the physical way, but now you are strong in the way that really counts. Your strength is the reason you are still here, fighting your condition. Isn't that a beautiful thing?"
The girl sat quietly for a while, cracking a small smile before turning to face Clarke. "And here I thought you were a delinquent who insults people because you had nothing better to do."
The blonde rolled her eyes and leaned back. "I just didn't want you looking like a sad puppy for the rest of the day, I was afraid someone would come in and then have to regret adopting you."
"Whatever blondie, I think you really do have a heart."
"Just like I think you have a name." The girl groaned and threw her dragon yet again.
"A name you'll never get."
..
Her names Anya.
It took nearly an hour to get it out of her.
..
"You seem to be feeling better, Anya."
"I regret ever speaking to you."The younger blonde laughed and leaned back into her chair. "And yes, I am feeling better. Watching you fall out of a chair is rather fun."
"That was your fault! You wanted your damn toy back."
"Don't make fun of Fireball! He has more friends than you!"
Clarke gasped in shock and turned her back on Anya. "For your information, I like being alone!"
"Oh really? Then why are you still here?"
"Because you happen to be lonely. Like always! Where are your parents?"
"To hell if I care."
"You probably do."
"Fuck off! I bet I see my parents more than you see your mom!" Clarke smiled sadly, looking down and mumbling in agreement. Anya frowned and reached out, placing her hand on top of Clarke's. "Hey, I was just kidding."
"I know, the truth just hurts sometimes."Anya yawned and grabbed one of her pillows, cuddling with it as she slowly closed her eyes.
"Hey! I'm still here!"
"You can leave, Ms.I-Like-Being-Alone." Anya shifted again, grabbing something and turning back to face Clarke. "Put Fireball on that table on your way out."
"Fine. I'll see you on Monday."
"It is Monday."
"Then I'll see you on Wednesday! Geez." She placed the toy dragon down in the requested spot before walking away, smiling slightly as she heard Anya laughing.
...
"Where have you been all afternoon?"
"Hanging out." Clarke replied, scrunching up her nose at the aroma of her house.
"Oh? Finally made a friend?" Her mom asked, continuing to stir a pot without looking at her daughter.
"Something li- What are you making that smells like rotting flesh?"
"It's a new recipe." The blonde raised an eyebrow and shrugged, dropping her things before stalking off to her room.
Rule Who Cares Anymore
Its best to just let certain things go, especially when you don't care.
Clarke laughed, finding herself very amusing (Because in all honesty, who doesn't find themselves amusing?). She put her journal down and stared out her window, watching the sun set with curiosity. She rolled up her sleve and shuddered at the familiarity, clenching her fist tightly.
'Not again, never again.'
The blonde closed the curtains and shut the lights off. She crawled into her bed and prayed that sleep would come to her easily, only to be left tossing and turning for several hours to come.
..
She gives up at 3:15 a.m.
Practically ripping the curtains open, Clarke opened the window and climbed out. The second her feet were on the ground she took off running, only hoping she could find what she was looking for.