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Separate Souls
By : Prophecy
Category: 1 through F > The 100
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This body will fall, I’ll be dragging it through the rain
Drying it with blood and remorse
This head will explode, it will leave thoughts and woes
Letting everybody read them
These swollen eyes, seeing nothing but clouds
Those broken minds wanting nothing but light
I’d like to move into your chest, carry myself behind your ribs
Become one with everything that’s yours
Forget what it’s like being alive
Dead walking silhouettes, heartbroken baby girl
Black-minded light-searcher, non-feeling life drop
- Adna, ‘Silhouette (Always Yours)’

Lexa was floating.

Octavia lay on the mattress on the floor with her, their fingers brushing where they were linked over her works. Lexa wasn’t even sure what The Red had in it, but it burned her veins like pure liquid fire before it made her float; before it made her forget.

Sometimes she couldn’t even remember what she was trying to forget. Something about small, bloodied footprints. Angry hands on her, slamming her into walls. A boy in a parking lot. Other boys, her skinny body slammed onto a bed face down while a voice hissed into her ear to be quiet, be quiet, don’t wake the others. A caramel-skinned girl, badly beaten, and then a wound from a gun that just wouldn’t stop bleeding. Her world turned upside down. Blue eyes, endlessly deep pools like entire worlds were hidden within them—kind and accepting. And running; my god she always ran, didn’t she? From the bad, from the good, from everything and everyone that reached for her.

Octavia let out a weak moan. “You’re thinking too loud…”

Lexa struggled against overwhelming pressure to turn her head, and Octavia’s eyes were open but absent. “I’m not saying anything.”

“You’re thinking too much. Your face is really loud. It hurts.”

Lexa closed her eyes and turned away, her voice slurring. “Hurts me, too.”

“Keep it.. Shhhhh… Have my own hurts, don’t want yours.”

Lexa apologized, but she wasn’t sure if it was out loud or not. She closed her eyes and floated, and floated away.

Something was wrong.

The Red coursed through Lexa’s veins, pounding in her ears and turning her skull inside out. Her lips felt sharp and her hair ached, and somehow the back of her neck had gained about two hundred pounds and was weighing her down so much she thought she might not be able to stand up again ever. She couldn’t remember where she’d left her legs, which might be a problem if she wanted to get up, too.

The problem was that she needed to get up, because Octavia was on her back, and she was choking. Lexa knew this was a problem, but she couldn’t quite remember why until Octavia went still and the choking stopped.

The problem was her choking, and now she isn’t choking, so no problem, the little voice in the back of Lexa’s head whispered. Lexa really wanted to roll over and go to sleep, but she just knew the voice was wrong, somehow, despite the fact that it seemed to be making good sense.

Oh.

She looked at Octavia, who was silent with her eyes half open. They were glassy and unseeing, and Lexa used all of her strength to pull against the weight on the back of her neck that had her pinned, rolling to her side to look closer at Octavia.

Her skin was pale, her veins almost purple beneath it, but they weren’t pulsing. A shudder echoed through Lexa’s body and she tried to scream her name, but it came out barely louder than a whisper. The Red kept telling her to lay back and enjoy it, but something was wrong because Octavia’s chest wasn’t moving.

Lexa lifted a heavy arm and slapped at Octavia’s chest, the hollow thud echoing off the decrepit walls that surrounded them. “Wake!” She slurred, slapping her face this time. “O, get awake! Y—you get awake!” She raised her voice as loud as she thought was possible and screamed out, “We need a someone! I forgot—she needs—”

A groan came from the mattress on Octavia’s other side. Lexa opened her eyes more. “Lincoln! I—it’s—we need help..”

Lincoln, who had only bumped once, let out another groan, but sat up, and Lexa allowed herself a moment to be impressed with his sitting ability. She wondered briefly if she could sit when she found her legs, too, but then remembered why he needed to sit up.

“Linc, Octa.. Octav—ee—uh needs.. something..” She felt her words slurring further as The Red surged within her again, and she collapsed on her stomach, her hand still on Octavia’s chest. Had she done another bump? She didn’t think so, but she threw up on herself anyway, and that seemed to snap Lincoln back into the world again for some reason.

He slid over to Octavia on his knees, yelling words that made no sense as Lexa threw up on herself again. She would help, she had to help, but first she needed to lay down harder. Just for a minute.

“Lexa, wake the fuck up!” Lincoln snapped. “We have to get her to the clinic.”

Lexa smiled into the puddle of vomit she lay face down in, feeling warm and safe and unsure of what Lincoln was so upset about. “Jus’ a minute.. Sleep..”

Lincoln’s voice was incredibly panicked now, but she couldn’t make out what he was saying. She thought perhaps he needed another bump to calm down, but she was too tired to help him. Maybe Octavia could do it.

She threw up one more time and felt vaguely annoyed as it pooled beneath her nostrils. The last thing she heard as she let The Red take her over was Lincoln shouting for help like the drama queen he was.

Lexa was tied down.

She opened her eyes and saw metal everywhere. A loud, annoying noise was screaming in her ears and there were cold sticky things attached to her chest. She opened her mouth to call out, and a strong hand twisted her head sideways as she threw up forever.

She thought it would never stop, but it finally did, and the hand let go of her as she rested back, dazed.

“Lexa. Lexa, wake up. Stay with me.” A clammy hand took hers, and she mumbled incoherently. “What’s that? I didn’t hear you. Lexa, wake up, it’s okay.”

Lexa groaned at the sharp pain in her stomach and chest. “Octavia.. She forgot to breathe..”

“It’s okay, Lex. Octavia’s on her way to the hospital, too.”

“Oh, that’s nice,” she mumbled, feeling herself flashing in and out of consciousness. The hand squeezed hers gently, and all she could see were wide blue planets of concern, and she thought it was nice that the solar system had come out to keep her company while she got Octavia to someone who could make her breathe again.

The kind but worried voice shook her shoulders, which made her dizzy, and she closed her eyes to stop the world from vibrating around her. “Lexa! Lexa, wake up. Stay with me, I will fix you. I won’t let you die.”

Lexa smiled sleepily. “You’re a nice planet.”

Lexa was in a bed, and everything hurt.

She was too tired to panic, and her eyes opened slowly, searching for the nice planets for a moment before she came back to herself.

She tried to sit up, but everything was heavy and painful, and her vision spun as the world tilted, so she laid back again.

“Lexa?”

The voice was hoarse, and when she turned to look at it, the wide blue eyes were ringed in red and framed by messy blonde hair.

“Clarke?”

Clarke was sitting in the chair beside the hospital bed and looked like she hadn’t slept for days. Lexa wanted to reach for her, but found her hands were cuffed to the railings of the bed on both sides. She instinctively began pulling against them, panicking at the confinement. “Clarke, help!”

Clarke stood quickly and knelt on the edge of the bed, her hands encircling her wrists gently. “Lexa! Lexa, it’s okay! Calm down, you’re safe.”

Lexa stopped struggling and gazed away from Clarke with shame, remembering the last time she’d looked into those brilliant blue eyes and ran. Then, slowly, bits and pieces of memory came back to her, and she snapped her head back around to the girl who still hovered over her, holding her wrists, her face a mask of fear.

“Octavia?”

Clarke swallowed hard. “She.. She’s alive.”

Lexa closed her eyes briefly as relief washed over her body. “Thank god.”

“She..” Clarke shifted a little so she was sitting on the edge of the bed instead, but left one hand resting gently on Lexa’s wrist. “They had to put her in a coma. They don’t know yet if..” She trailed off, looking down at her own lap quietly.

Lexa felt her heart drop into her stomach. “No. No, she.. She’ll be fine, though. Right?” Her voice cracked at the end, and she felt like she was a little girl again, kneeling in a pool of blood and trying to wake her parents.

Clarke’s shoulders moved only slightly, her voice soft. “It’s too soon to tell.”

Lexa closed her eyes as the tears came, and Clarke carefully tugged the restraints around her wrists loose, suddenly not giving a fuck if it got her in trouble. Lexa didn’t move, though, so she gently folded Lexa’s arm—the one without the IV in it—over, and slid into the narrow hospital bed alongside her. She stretched out and tentatively put her arm out a bit. Without hesitation, Lexa rolled onto her side and buried her face against the chest of the girl she barely knew but somehow felt like she’d known her entire life.

Clarke’s arms wrapped around her tightly, and Lexa broke. She sobbed and sobbed, and Clarke just held her and held her.

And Lexa let her and let her.

It was a few hours later when Dr. Griffin came in and found Clarke and Lexa curled up together in the bed, both of their faces streaked with dried tears, both of them asleep. Her daughter was, as usual, snoring loudly, but it didn’t seem to be bothering Lexa at all, which was fairly impressive.

She watched the girls for a moment before knocking lightly on the clipboard she carried. “Clarke..”

Clarke groaned and mumbled against Lexa’s temple. “I’m sick.. no school today..”

Abby rolled her eyes. “Halsey is here.”

Clarke sat bolt upright, her face smeared with drool and her hair in wild tangles on one side of her head, gasping. “Where?”

Lexa woke at the sudden movement in the bed, her tongue fuzzy and eyes stinging as she looked around groggily, taking a moment to remember where she was. Clarke’s eyes narrowed as she woke fully. “That was hella harsh, Mom. You don’t joke about Halsey.”

Lexa blinked and suddenly rolled onto her back, trying o push herself up and slide her hands back into the restraints subtly. The last thing she wanted or needed right now was to get Clarke—or her mom, for that matter—in trouble.

Abby just held her hand up. “Lexa, it’s okay. I have privileges here, and I took both you and Octavia on as patients and lifted the psych hold.”

Lexa’s eyes widened a little, her throat on fire and voice scratchy when she responded gratefully, “Thank you, Dr. Griffin.”

Abby studied her sternly. “Don’t make me regret it, please.”

Lexa shook her head quickly, meaning it. “I won’t. I swega klin--uh, I swear, I promise.”

Abby pulled the chair over and sat down, regarding her. “Lexa, I need to talk to you about some things, ask you some questions. Personal things, if I’m going to be your doctor and treat you properly.” She glanced at her daughter.

Clarke slid off the bed with a yawn and a slight stumble. “That’s my cue to bounce.”

“No, stay,” Lexa said quickly, her voice almost a whine.

Clarke reached out and gently touched her fingertips to her palm. “I’m going to go check on Octavia, okay? Just.. just talk to her.” Her voice lowered to a whisper, meant only for Lexa’s ears. “Be honest. You can trust her if you can trust me, okay?”

Lexa nodded quietly, biting her lower lip as Clarke gave her hand a gentle squeeze, and watching her leave the room for a moment before turning her gaze back to Dr. Griffin.

“We’ll start easy, with the basics. What’s your full name?”
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