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the room was EERILY silent, punctuated only by the ear-piercing screech of the monitor hooked to chloe’s prone form. the beep, the only sign of life given, came far more sluggish than it should, and each pause from one thrum to the next felt like an ETERNITY. her entire form was still, muscles straining with tension, aching from the stress of over-use, but lexa barely felt it.
her eyes were far too busy tracing chloe’s expression for ANY signs of life, for the smallest twitch or tick. but the blonde was perfectly still, unnervingly so. the bright lights illuminating the room bathed her in a GHOSTLY glow, the sick, pale palor of her skin seeming unwordly, ethereal. she looked like an angel ------- it made lexa’s stomach twist and turn uncomfortably.
the seconds ticked by like hours, an eternity condensed into simple moments, yet the marine never moved. limp fingers hung loosely in her own and, though her body remained stark still, as if her flesh had been carved from marble, lexa’s thoughts raced with a TERRIFYING mixture of desperate pleas (hailed to any god or being that would possibly listen), curses and scathing insults (both to the bastard responsible for chloe’s condition --- general davies, may be rot in hell --- and jackson, who should have been there on the other side of the blonde’s bed, holding her other hand --- after all, hadn’t chloe chosen him? then why was SHE the only one here? --- instead of chasing hopeless leads and pointless crusades), and self-hating cuts.
she shouldn’t have left. she should have fought for her place. if she’d been there, she might have changed something.
it was pointless. chloe just barely clung to her life, and lexa just barely clung to her HOPE; a hope that faded, slowly but surely, with every infernal beep of that blasted machine. ‘the longer she’s out, the less likely it is that she’ll wake up’, mitch had told them.
it’d taken three days for lexa to hear the news, another day and a half for her to track down the plane and rendezvous with their location. and she’d been sitting, stock still, at chloe’s bed side for an additional two.
lexa had never felt more useless in her life. the woman she LOVED lay prone in front of her, and she could do nothing. nothing but wait, nothing but hope and pray. her head dipped, full lips pillowing against the chill skin of chloe’s had. “please, chloe,” the marine whispered, a hopeless, heart-breaking plea, “i NEED you to wake up. please, baby ---- i’ll do whatever you want, just -----” her voice cracked with tension, eyes clenching against the burning sting, “PLEASE.”
