Lois didn’t hesitate, already moving toward the door once Oliver had stated where Chloe was located. She didn’t care if it was being morbid, but she needed to see the body. It wasn’ real unless she did, just like that time Chloe had supposedly died years ago. She hadn’t gone to the funeral, couldn’t bring herself to do it when she hadn’t been able to believe her cousin was dead. And she had been right then, pouring over the emails and videos, venturing out to Smallville to talk to Clark and digging up the grave that had no body inside the casket. That event had probably changed the course of her life and Lois had a feeling this one would as well. Just like her mother’s death had done when she was a little girl.
She didn’t bother with the elevator, the stairs were faster and she was outside the medbay doors quicker than she expected. She stopped right before them, hesitating for a moment before pushing inside and walking over to the metal table Chloe’s body was on. It would have been so easy to give into the overwhelming sense of loss that had swept over her, to fall down like her body wanted her to do and let the tears out that desperately wanted to fall. She reigned it all in, features blank as she looked down at her cousin’s body.
There were no marks that she could see, nothing to indicate what exactly had killed her, but Lois couldn’t find a pulse. Chloe wasn’t breathing and her heart wasn’t beating. Lois grasped the edge of the table, head hanging low for a moment as she closed her eyes. There was no denying what she could see so clearly in front of her and her heart and mind couldn’t take it.
She turned back to look at Oliver and couldn’t handle the sadness she saw there either. Maybe it wasn’t fair to him, but she was fairly certain at that point that the world wasn’t a fair place, but she couldn’t handle being around him at all anymore.
“I have to go,” Lois murmured, heading for the door, needing to get out of the complex and away from the proof that her cousin was dead.