#clarkexa

It took Clarke a few seconds to get her barings once the car had stopped moving, groaning as she sat forward to look at her friends in the front.

"O, are you ok?" Clarke asked, leaning through the seats to look at the woman in the drivers side, grabbing her chin and gently turning her face to look at her. "You hit your head, are you ok?"

"Yes. Yeah, I'm fine."

"Raven?"

"Yeah, I'm ok." Raven answered, groaning as she moved her arm.

"Keep that still, press it against your stomach and hold it there. Call it in, I will be back in a second, I am just going to check the other car."

Clarke unbuckled herself and rushed to get out the car. She ignored the pain in her shoulder as she jogged over the to car that had hit them.

Clarke yanked the drivers side door open, giving the woman in the car as calm of a smile as she could muster. "Hi, I'm Clarke, I'm a doctor. What's your name?"

The woman's eyes flickered to Clarke, her breathing laboured as she tried to take in a breath.

"Can you tell me your name?" Clarke asked again and the woman shook her head, choking to try and catch her breath. Clarke quickly took ahold of the woman's chin, slowly lifting her head to press her ear against her chest. "Ok, you've got a collapsed lung, that's why you can't breathe but I'm going to fix that for you. Just lie still." Clarke explained quickly, turning back to Octavia who was now standing in front of the car with Raven. "O, go to my purse, get my pen and my metal nail file."

Octavia rushed around the car to the back seat to search for Clarke's bag and Clarke turned back to the woman in the car, flashing her a reassuring smile. "Don't you worry about it, ok? There is just little air in the cavity that holds the lungs, that little pocket of air is preventing your lungs from inflating, I will just drain the air and you will be good as gold."

The woman's eyes remained on Clarke as she gasped for a breath, her hand falling against Clarke's that was still pressed against her chest. She was terrified, Clarke could tell that just by the look in her eye but her quivering hand just solidified it.

"The fact that you're afraid kinda hurts, I'm actually a pretty decent doctor." Clarke joked.

"Pen. File." Octavia handed them to Clarke who quickly went to work, lifting the woman's shirt up, tucking it under her bra.

"Ok, this is going to hurt but it is necessary. Raven, hold her hand." Raven quickly took ahold of the hand that Clarke was previously holding. "Ok, one, two-" Clarke pierced the skin just bellow the woman's ribs with the nail file, making the woman arch her back off the car seat and clutch tightly on to Raven’s hand. Clarke used her teeth to unscrew the top of her pen when she had made the incision, pulling the insides of the pen out.

"Jeez, Clarke, warn a girl." Octavia turned her back as the blood began leaking out of the wound, making Clarke laugh as she spat out the ink cartridge and springs.

"Typical psychiatrist." Clarke murmured, holding open the incision and positioning the sharper end of the pen at the opening. "This is also going to hurt. One, two-" Clarke pushed the hallow pen through the incision she had made, pushing a little harder for it to pierce the thoracic cavity.

There was a woosh of air through the pen and the woman gasped in a breath.

Clarke let out a little sigh of relief when the woman took in a couple of deep breaths.

"There we go," Clarke breathed, keeping the pen steady as she moved the matted hair from around the wound on the girls head. "I told you I was a good doctor."

Clarke took a step back when the paramedics rushed over to the car, stopping when the woman gripped onto her hand. "Collapsed lung, she took a knock to the head, too." Clarke explained, squeezing the woman's hand. "Don't worry, I will come check in on you when we get to the hospital."

Clarke's hand slipped from the woman's as she stepped back, waving at the paramedics when they thanked her.

"How are you feeling, O?" Clarke asked, her eyes focused on Octavia as she pointed over at Raven. "You need to go get that shoulder seen to."

"I'm fine, Clarke, honestly." Octavia assured when Clarke began turning her head every which way to assess the damage.

"Still, we should take you in to get you checked out. Jordan," Clarke called and one of the paramedics quickly jogged over to them.

"Everything ok, Clarke?" Jasper asked, eyeing the cut on Octavia's head.

"Octavia took a pretty bad knock to the head and Raven may have dislocated her shoulder, take them both in and get them checked out."

"And what about the bone sticking out of her own shoulder?" Jasper pointed toward Clarke's shoulder and the blonde looked down, noticing for the lump there for the first time.

A grade three separated shoulder, exactly what Clarke needed right now. And now the pain with beginning to kick in. Just great.

"Yeah, I should probably come in, too." Clarke agreed, the colour seemingly draining from her as the pain kicked in.

"Hey," Octavia held onto Clarke's uninjured arm, gently guiding her toward one of the ambulances.

"It is just the adrenaline leaving my system, I'm not about to pass out or anything." Clarke explained, allowing Octavia to slid her arm around her waist and lead her over to the ambulance. She wasn't going to faint but her legs were shaking, it is entirely possible they could give out.

"Just put it in a sling. It is a grade three shoulder separation, it will heal in about three weeks." Clarke ordered as she sat in the back of the ambulance, staring out the open doors to the car that had hit theirs. The woman was just being removed from her car, a loud scream of pain leaving the girls throat when the medics let her leg drop a few inches. "Broken femur." Clarke whispered as Jasper injected her shoulder with some local anaesthetic.

"What did you say?" Octavia asked, looking at Clarke from the side of her eye while Monty cleaned the dry blood from around her wound.

"The girl, she had broken her femur." Clarke explained, sluggishly drawing her eyes to her friends as Harper pulled the doors closed.  

"How do you even know that?" Raven frowned, hissing in pain when Harper injected her with morphine. "Ouch, Harper, warn me next time."

"It was obvious, the bone was sticking out of the skin."

"Surgeons." Raven sighed teasingly, rolling her eyes at Clarke.

"We need to pop this back into place," Harper explained, tapping Raven's dislocated shoulder. "So I need you to lie down for me."

"You might wanna close your fragile little ears, Blake." Clarke teased, allowing Jasper to sling her arm up.

"Bite me, Griffin."

Raven laughed at them as she moved to lie down on her back, Harper taking ahold of Raven's wrist, bracing her feet just by the woman's armpit. "Are you serious? You aren't playing tug of war, Harper."

"Let the woman do her job." Clarke sighed, resting her head back against the wall of the ambulance, Octavia resting her head against Clarke's shoulder.

"Take a deep breath and release it on the count of three. One, two-" Raven breath hissed through her teeth as Harper pulled her arm slowly, waiting until she heard a loud pop before loosening her hold. She then bent Raven's arm at the elbow, resting it across her stomach. "Let me just put this in a sling. Ice pack, JJ."

Jasper grabbed and ice pack and blindly threw it to Harper who caught it easily. It was clear to anyone that these two had been working together for a while.

Harper cracked the ice pack and rolled it between her hands, resting it gingerly on Raven's shoulder.

When they reached the hospital Octavia was taking in for a CT scan, Clarke had insisted, and both Clarke and Raven were taken for X-rays on their shoulders.

Thankful everything was fine, the knock to Octavia’s head hadn't done any internal damage, Raven's shoulder had been set correctly and Clarke's shoulder would be healed within the next month.

Clarke had freaked at that, she was a surgeon, without arm mobility she was virtually useless.

"Stop worrying, you will be back doing your rounds within a month." Octavia rolled her eyes, nudging Clarke's hip with her own.

"I'm going to go see the girl from the accident." Clarke patted Octavia's shoulder and smiled over at Raven. "I will see you both at home."

"Don't stay here to late,"

"And Raven?" Raven stopped on her way to the elevator, turning back to Clarke. "Vienna is the capital of Austria."

Octavia laughed, greatly tugging her girlfriends hands when she began arguing with Clarke.

"It's in Italy!" Raven argued to Octavia who shook her head.

"That's Venice, babe."

Clarke chuckled to herself as she walked over to the front desk, leaning her unslung arm on the surface and resting her chin on it. "Hey, Maya."

The nurse behind the desk looked up from the paper work she was doing, smiling up at Clarke. "Hey. Everyone has been talking about what you did, saving that girls life while your shoulder wasn't even connected. Impressive."

"I'm a doctor, it's kind of my job." Clarke tapped her finger on the surface on the desk. "Speaking of, do you know where she is?"

"Surgery, her femur was completely snapped in half." Maya hissed as she shook her head. "Must've been ridiculously painful."

"Scaffolding?"

"Mmhm," Maya hummed, scribbling her signature at the bottom of the page. "She should be out within the hour."

"Do you know what room she is going to be in?" Clarke asked, peering over the desk when Maya began rifling through some papers to find the woman's admission form.

"Four twenty-three, recovery ward."

"Ok, thank you." Clarke flashed Maya a grateful smile.

"You should go home, Clarke, you much be exhausted."

"I kind of promised I would see her here. In the mean time I am going to go down to the ER, do some consulting."

"You were in a car crash, Clarke." Maya called after her as she made her way towards the locker room.

"There is no rest for the wicked, Maya."

Clarke had just finished consulting a patient on her 'strange abdominal pains', which turned out just to be gas, and decided to head up to see if Lexa was awake yet. It had been over two hours since she had gotten out of surgery, she should have woken up by now.

"I want the doctor from the accident," Clarke heard a voice demand just before she pushed the door to the room open.

"I have already told you, doctor Griffin is currently being treated."

"Hey, Miller." Clarke said, catching Miller's attention. "Do you want me to take it from here?"

"Please," the man sighed, handing Clarke the iPad as she walked passed her.

"Hey there," Clarke glanced down at the iPad in her hand, looking at the top right corner for the woman's name. Lexa Woods "Miss Woods."

"You're the one who saved my life."

"I done my job," Clarke corrected, slowly strolling over to the side of Lexa's bed.

"What's wrong with your shoulder?"

"Grade three shoulder separation. The coracoclavicular ligament is completely torn, both AV and CC. No big deal," Clarke answered dismissively.

"I have no clue what you just said but it sounds like a pretty big deal."

"Well, it’s not as big of a deal as what happened to you," Clarke commented, turning the iPad to face Lexa, using the pointer finger on the arm that was slung to point to the X-ray. "You broke your femur in the accident. The surgeons have pinned you back together, they ran a metal rod down the length of your femur and screwed it to the bone." Clarke pointed to each of the things she spoke about, nodding towards the brace surrounding Lexa's leg. "I promise you won't look like Frankenstein for long,"

"Frankenstein's monster," Lexa corrected and Clarke flashed her a little grin.

"Yes, Frankenstein's monster." Clarke agreed, grinning as she pulled her eyes back down to Lexa's leg. "You will have to wear the scaffolding for a couple of months then we will set you up with a cast. You will be in a wheelchair for the next couple of weeks then you will be upgraded to crutches. We can even get you little lights for the wheels on your wheelchair if you want." Clarke said playfully, pulling a smile from the woman in the hospital bed.

"Red or it's a no deal."

"Red. You got it." Clarke nodded, "You will have to come back for a few weeks of physical therapy once we deem your leg strong enough." Clarke swiped the iPad to the left, turning the iPad back to her to read over what else had happened to Lexa. "Couple of fractured ribs, your lungs escaped relatively unscathed, one little tear were your left twelve punctured the tissue but they sewed you up. Other than that you are doing pretty well, all things considered." Clarke sat the iPad on the side table, smiling down at Lexa. "Now that all the obligatory doctory stuff is out of the way, how do you feel?"

"Still pretty high from all the medication they had me on," Lexa pushed herself to sit up. "I honestly can't feel a thing right now. It is glorious."

Clarke laughed, leaning back against the arm of the arm chair beside Lexa's bed, crossing her ankles. "Positive outlook, I like it."

"How long will I be in here?"

"Depends. If everything goes well, your wound doesn't get infected, and neither does the bone, then about five days. But, right now, I'm going to ballpark it at about a week."

"That's not so bad," Lexa reasoned.

"Compared to some people in this place it isn't." Agreed Clarke, "Do you want me to call anyone to let them know? Family. Friends. Boyfriend."

"None of the above. And I can let my work know once I get my phone." Lexa answered, sounding somewhat more sluggish than she had a few seconds ago. Clarke knew what it was, a timed morphine drip and Lexa had just had her next dose.  

"Which I will get back to you right now," Clarke pointed over at Lexa as she backed up towards the door, leaning back to peek out into the hallway. "Ay, Monroe,"

Monroe looked up from the clipboard she was reading over, flashing Clarke a smile. "What's up, Superstar?"

Clarke rolled her eyes, nodding her head into Lexa's room. "Could you do me a favour and get Miss Woods her things?"

"Sure thing, Clarke."

Clarke smiled thankfully, ducking back into Lexa's room. The woman in the bed was staring at her, a glazed over look in her eyes and a dazed smile on her lips. "Sorted."

"I feel a little sleepy."

"Doctor Blake didn't happen to have mentioned a timed morphine drip, did he?" Clarke grinned knowingly, eyeing the IV in Lexa's hand.

"Maybe," Lexa's eyes drooped, "He's a good doctor but,"

"But?" Clarke prompted, slowly walking over to Lexa's bedside.

"I jus' wanted the pretty blonde who save m'life to do it." Lexa breathed, her eyes fluttering closed for a few seconds before she forced them back open.

"She kind of messed up her shoulder." Clarke chuckled, tilting her head to the side when Lexa frowned. "And as good as she is there is no way she could do a femur repair one handed."

"She saved m'life, y'know."

"She was just doing her job,"

"She was pretty," Lexa murmured sluggishly, lifting her hand to lazily point in the general direction on her face. "Beautiful eyes."

Clarke laughed, looking bashfully down at her feet, her toe scuffing against the floor as she crossed her ankles. "I'm sure she would be very happy to hear you say that."

"You know her?" Lexa whispered, her eyes fluttering closed again, and this time they didn't open again.

"Yeah, we are somewhat close."

"Then tell her that I said it, hm?"

"Will do," Clarke agreed, though she was more than sure Lexa had fallen asleep.

"Her things," Monroe held up the bag of Lexa's clothes and belonging.

"Just set it all on the chair. Keep an eye on her, ok? I'm still not entirely sure how she is going to take being in a wheelchair."

"No problem." Monroe sat Lexa's things on the chair and turning to leave, stopping in the doorway and turning back to Clarke. "You've been through a lot tonight, Clarke, you should really get some rest."

"I will. Thanks, Monroe." Clarke picked up the iPad and handed it over to Monroe as they left the room.

"Sure, we are going to miss you while you're out."

"I'll still be around. Purely consulting, no surgeries."

"You work to hard, Griffin," Monroe commented as she sighed some papers, glancing up at Clarke who was walking backwards towards the elevator.

"Coming from the girl who has been working for fifteen hours." Clarke shot back and Monroe chuckled, nodding her head.

"Touché. Goodnight, Clarke."

"Night, Monroe." Clarke called over her shoulder as she jabbed the down button on the elevator.

Raven and Octavia were waiting for her in the living room when she got home, a lukewarm mug of coffee waiting for her on the coffee table and a tiny space in between Octavia and the arm of the two seater.

"How's the girl?" Raven asked as Clarke settled down beside Octavia, the youngest girl curling up against her side, her legs moving to rest across Raven's lap.

"Ok, I think." Clarke looked down at Octavia, running her hand through Octavia's hair. "How are you doing?"

"Fine. Sleepy."

"You can't sleep for another couple of hours, ok?" Clarke murmured against the top of Octavia's head, dropping a kiss on her hairline. "I'll stay up with you, we can play some board games."

Octavia laughed, "Twister,"

"With two girls who have busted shoulders?" Raven arched her eyebrows at Octavia who gave her a look of faux innocence.

"Pure coincidence."

"I'll go get Cludo. Nice try, though, psycho." Raven teased, leaning across to peck Octavia on the lips.

"I told you to stop calling me that. The first thing people with thing is that I am psychotic, not a psychologist." Octavia pouted as Raven headed into their room to find Cludo.