Lois Lane; Intrepid Reporter (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} thatlanewit) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} wariscoming, |
There was so much left she wanted to do in the world, so much she wanted to say to him, things she had been holding back from speaking out loud, too afraid what would happen if she admitted just how much she cared for Clark. Her track record with love hadn’t been that great so far and admitting that she loved someone usually resulted in the relationship coming to a halt or worse. Somewhere inside she knew that wouldn’t be the case this time, knew that admitting to herself and to him that she did love him wouldn’t cause the end of the world, but fear was a powerful motivator to hide her feelings. Something she was regretting having let control her as she felt herself grow weaker by the second.
It couldn’t end like this, bleeding out in the middle of a street. She wouldn’t let herself do that to him, but she didn’t know how much longer she could force herself to stay conscious. Thankfully Clark was there as she felt herself wane and even though the pain was excruciating as he lifted her up in his arms, Lois knew everything would be okay then. He’d get her to someone who could help her, who could save her, and she shut her eyes as Clark began to speak, unable to keep herself awake any longer.
The next few days were a daze, consisting of Lois drifting in and out of consciousness more times than she’d ever remember. Nor would she recall the internal battle to decide whether she should fight to survive what had happened or give up and succumb to her injuries. It really wasn’t much of a contest considering it was in the Lane blood to never take the easy path and like hell Lois was going to let the bastard who had shot her get away with it.
Not that she was thinking about any of that as she finally came around, eyes slowly opening as she adjusted to the light. She was disoriented, trying to figure out where she was and attempted to sit up. Pain stabbed her shoulder, causing her to bite her lip as she lay on the bed, trying to fight off the wave of nausea that followed. She’d almost forgotten what had happened, but it only took a few seconds for her to remember the street and the shots, followed by the look on Clark’s face as he’d lifted her into the air. Lois never wanted to see him look like that because of her again.
It didn’t take long for her to orient herself to her surroundings, the unique glow of the hospital lights the first sign for where she was laying. It probably said something that she was so acquainted with their faint, sterile glow that she could pick them out from other kinds, but she wasn’t about to dwell on how often she found herself inside one of these rooms.
Her gaze drifted downward, slowly taking in the hospital gown and thin blanket before latching onto the IVs jabbed into her arm. She followed the lines across the bed, breath catching as she spotted Clark sleeping in the chair beside her bed. Lois couldn’t get a good look at him from the angle he was laying, but the mere fact he was curled up in a chair too small for his frame told her enough.
“Clark?” Her voice was scratchy, and she knew she probably shouldn’t strain herself, but she reached over to him, trying to touch his arm so she could alert him that she was awake. She could only imagine what had been going through his head to have her hooked up to tubing and laying in the hospital because of what he had feared would happen coming true. “I’m...”
Her apology caught in her throat and she shut her eyes as she started to cough, needing water before she could continue.