Pride is a Fickle Thing
“Clarke, I’m open!” Octavia yelled across the gym, arms high above her head. “Pass it!”
Clarke glanced over at her teammate, before they shifted over the competition. A lot of them had turned their attention over to Octavia, moving closer. The blonde sent a silent plea to whoever was out there before launching the ball over to the brunette.
As soon as the ball left her hands, a body was slamming into her side and before she could comprehend was was happening, she was on the floor, pain shooting through her ankle.
“Jesus Christ..” Clarke muttered, shoving the other person off of her before sitting up to examine her ankle. It was already swollen and bruised, tender to the touch. “Great, you made me sprain my ankle, asshole.” She hissed, finally looking at the girl who had all but tackled her to the floor.
Lexa blinked at the blonde, eyes flickering between Clarke’s ankle and her face. “I didn’t mean to, I was going for the ball and I tripped..” She explained, a worried look in her eye.
Clarke shook her head, biting back the nasty comment that had formed in the back of her throat. “Just help me up.” She finally said through gritted teeth.
Lexa nodded before standing up, taking a hold of Clarke’s offered hand to help the blonde up. When Clarke tried to put weight on the affected ankle, she winced, clutching the brunette’s shirt for support.
By the time they had awkwardly gotten the blonde up, everyone in the class caught on to what was happening and had surrounded them, offering their input on how to help.
Before Clarke could explode and tell them all that she was find, Coach Indra stepped up and silenced them all. “Woods, take Griffin to the nurse’s office.” She said simply.
Lexa opened her mouth to argue, but snapped it shut when Clarke’s arm slid around her waist. “Let’s get this over with.” The blonde muttered and they were off.
After a few agonizing steps outside of the gymnasium, Clarke was biting back tears, which did not go unnoticed by her companion. “Stop.” Lexa murmured, halting them in the middle of the lobby.
Clarke’s brow furrowed as she allowed Lexa to readjust their position, squeaking as the brunette lifted her up. “What the hell are you doing?” She asked, clinging to Lexa tightly.
“You can barely walk.” Was the only response she got before Lexa started walking.