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A Clexa Fanfic. Modern times, where it will all start when Clarke and Lexa meets in High School.
Lexa Woods moves t...
ABBY POV Raven, Octavia, Lexa, Anya and Luna said Clarke is back in LA. My Baby is back. For years, I thought my daughter is dead. I don't understand why she stopped communicating to us. The only thing I know is that her heart got broken. I thought she only needed space. But that space turned to days, to weeks, to months, to years. And now 5 years later, she's back. I don't care what her reasons were. I just need my Clarke back.
I made my way to the hospital since I got paged for an emeregency operation. It took me 6 hours to finish the emergency surgery. I came to the hospital at around 3am and now it's pass 9am. My shift will start in an hour so i decided to go sleep in the Attending's On Call Room.
On my way there, a nurse paged me to the lobby. It wasn't a 911 so I walked slow since I was tired. My shift ended last night at 10pm. So imagine waking up at 3am to do a long surgery just to start another 12hr shift.
I arrived at the lobby and the nurse pointed at me. I look at the girl infront of her, and I know who she is.
Me: Clarke?
I ran to my baby.
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CLARKE POV I've been here in LA for longer than expected. Niylah and Marie flew back to Paris 3 days ago. Niylah needed to go back to work and Marie has her tutorials.
I wanted to go back to Paris more than anything. I'm missing work too because of this. But I have to find her.
Just like everyday, I come to the hospital. But everytime I come here, it's like fate hates me. She's always at home or in a surgery. Today, i decided to be earlier than I used to come, maybe I can get a chance to talk to her
Me: Bonjour, is Dr. Griffin in already?
Nurse: Yes, ma'am. Do you have an appointment?
I've been coming here for days and this nurse haven't memorized me yet.
Me: No I don't. I just need to talk to her.
Nurse: I'm sorry maam, but hospital policy.
Me: I've been coming here everyday for the past week. Why haven't you thought that I'm not here to do anything bad?
Nurse: Sorry ma'am, it's out of my hands.
I groan as I make my way outside. On my way out, I bumped into a doctor.
Dr: Oh sorry, miss. My fault.
Me: désolé, monseiur. (Sorry sir) I wasn't looking at where I'm going.
