living on a fault line ch3 tease
Her skin feels like it’s not her own. Her hands are so cold. Her heart pounds unsteadily while they sit on the fake leather chairs in the waiting room.
Lexa looks around, at the man who got here after them, his perfectly pressed suit and combed hair. Lexa wonders what the tremble in his hands, that mars his otherwise perfect appearance, is hiding. She looks at the receptionist, and imagines how many screwed up people she sees march in on a daily basis.
The woman looks up, and Lexa looks away.
“I can’t do this,” she tells Clarke under her breath.
“Yes, you can.”
“Lexa, please. If not for me, then for Charlie. Please, do this for our family.” Clarke holds her wrist, and Lexa nearly jumps. It’s the first time they’ve touched that week. “I just…I don’t know what else to try,” Clarke tells her, apologetic. Her eyes are kind.
Lexa nods. Clarke slips her sweaty hand in Lexa’s cold one, and Lexa realizes she’s not the only one who’s nervous. She doubts Clarke feels as sick as she does, though.
They get called into the office five minutes later.