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Lois Lane; Intrepid Reporter (thatlanewit) wrote in wariscoming,

Lois knew he was right and she had no idea how she would handle taking it easy for any long length of time. She’d barely been able to not use her hand for the few days the doctor wanted her to do so when she’d started out with the cast and that hadn’t even hurt that much. Now though just moving the little she had on the hospital bed was not only tiring her out quickly, but pain would shoot along her shoulder if she tried shifting to another angle than how she’d been laying when she’d woken. She could only imagine how much she’d be hurting when she needed to move from the bed and start walking around.

“Of course I’ll recover, Clark. Did you really think one...two bullets would keep me down. Can’t get rid of me that easily, Smallville.” She squeezed his hand, trying again to infuse some humor into their conversation, but she knew neither of them were really responding to it. Lois sighed, giving up finally on that route and decided being honest was a better course of action. “I’m exhausted and I’ve barely even been awake or done anything besides talk a little to you. My shoulder is killing me, but I kind of figure that pain is good right now.” It meant she was alive and Lois needed that reminder at the moment, all too aware of how close she had been to death. Or at least she thought she was, but she really had no clue how close she’d come to dying, or the extent of her injuries.

She studied his face, trying to gauge what he was thinking, what was happening in that head of his and not like any of the ideas she was coming up with. She’d seen how he blamed himself when people had been hurt by Moriarty all those months ago and Lois had a feeling he was beating himself up over her own injuries. She didn’t blame him for a moment. If it hadn’t been for Clark, she wondered if she’d have made it to the hospital in time. She had a feeling she’d lost a lot of blood just from what she could remember the bystanders saying.

“What...what happened? I remember walking to get a new outfit for FL and then just chaos. I called out for you and it hurt to breathe, to stay awake, but you were there within moments, I know that. I remember seeing your face.” Or at least she thought she had, maybe that part had been a dream. “I remember thinking everything would be okay because you’d get me where I needed to be.Then the world basically went black.”

Lois squeezed his hand again, trying to make him realize she didn’t blame him for anything that had happened, that it wasn’t his fault she had been shot. “But...how hurt was I, Clark?”