Griffin's Believe it or Not
Clarke sighed softly, leaning back against the pillows, eyes glued to the white ceiling tiles. Her shoulder throbbed, her head felt fuzzy and her mouth felt like she had eaten paste. “Why did I let you talk me into going out?”
Raven chuckled softly, shrugging her shoulders. “Well, you’ve been stuck in your apartment ever since you and Finn broke up and since I know how that feels, I figured I would give you a distraction.”
Clarke rolled her eyes at the brunette, “I don’t think getting me drunk was the best idea in the world.” She stated, finally turning her head to look at her friend.
“Though that may be true, you were having fun until you decided to walk into the mens’ room and then run into the wall trying to get out.” Raven smirked, brow raised.
“Well excuse my pickled brain choosing the wrong bathroom, I never did get to pee before we came here.” Clarke huffed, brow furrowed. “But I suppose that’s what I get for dislocating my shoulder.”
“You know, no one is going to believe that story, you were so drunk that you walked into the mens’ room and smacked into the wall so hard on your way out, that you dislocated your shoulder.” Raven giggled, leaning back in her chair.
“Shut up.” The blonde pouted, crossing her good arm across her chest. “Why don’t you make yourself useful and go get me some water.”
It was Raven’s turn to roll her eyes, but still she pushed herself from the chair and pulled back the privacy curtain to make her exit, only to be met by someone’s back. “Oh, sorry we didn’t realize they brought someone in.”
The other woman turned around, looking at Raven with a smirk. “It’s no problem, I was just leaving to grab a drink, would you care to join me?”
Raven blinked a few times, looking over her shoulder at Clarke, who shrugged in response. “Uh, sure, I hear the coffee isn’t half bad.” She replied dumbly, following the older girl out of the room.
“Well, at least someone is having a good night.” Clarke muttered, shaking her head a bit, turning to look at her new roommate. “Is your friend usually that flirty?”
The brunette in the other bed chuckled lowly, “Anya is only like that when she likes what she sees and apparently that is your friend.” She replied, turning to look at the blonde.
“Raven will be in for it then, poor girl doesn’t know what to do when pretty things take an interest in her.” Clarke smiled, tilting her head to the side. “I’m Clarke by the way.”
“Lexa.” The brunette replied with a smile, her eyes falling on the sling Clarke’s arm rested in. “Dislocated shoulders suck.” Lexa commented, a playful glint in her eyes.
“Don’t tell me you over heard all of that..” Clarke groaned, covering her face with her free hand. It was embarrassing enough without a pretty girl knowing the blonde had gotten hurt.
“Well, I mean this is a small room and Raven has a big mouth.” Lexa shrugged, glancing at her bandaged hand.
“Its embarrassing.” Clarke huffed, following Lexa’s gaze. “What happened to you then?” She asked, feeling it was only fair.
Lexa blushed slightly, before letting out a sigh. “Anya and I were dancing around the apartment and I tripped over a pillow and landed on the glass table, it broke an I ended up with a huge shard of glass in my hand.”
“Ouch, maybe you’ll learn to pick up after yourself.” Clarke teased, trying to make the other girl smile.
She succeeded as Lexa cracked a grin and chortled. “It wasn’t even mine.” Lexa explained, shaking her head. “Anya kicked it off the couch cause it was too fluffy.”
Clarke chuckled, a wide grin plastered across her features. “Oh jeeze, well at least you’re okay, how many stitches?”
“I think it was fifteen they said, I don’t know I wasn’t watching.” Lexa shivered slightly, scrunching up her nose. “The whole idea of someone literally sewing my skin back together…” She shook her head, her face paling.
“I totally get that, like I can handle blood and stuff, but stitches are an odd thing, my mom is a doctor and I don’t know how she does it all the time.” Clarke frowned slightly, before shaking her head.
“Does your mom work here?” Lexa asked, turning her head back to the blonde. “If she does, I’m surprised she hasn’t burst in to check on you.”
Clarke ran a hand through her hair, shrugging slightly. “She works in the trauma center, so she’s pretty busy usually, I’ll get an ear full later.” She explained, looking up at the door opened.
Raven and Anya walked in, looking proud of themselves. “Please tell me you didn’t have hospital sex…” Lexa groaned, looking her friend in the eyes.
“Does it count if we were in the car?”