A few months back and Lois would’ve replied with a rolling of the eyes and some joke about narrowly escaping death being her own superpower, but ever since she landed herself in the hospital it wasn’t as easy to brush it off. She still remembered waking up to Clark’s worried form and the fragility the others had treated her with for days and sometimes weeks after. While it mostly made her want to prove like hell to all of them that being gunned down in the middle of the street wasn’t something that she couldn’t move past and come out stronger...she never wanted to see that frightened look on her loved one’s faces ever again. And Lois certainly didn’t want to be the cause of it. Not that she wouldn’t run headfirst to uncover the truth, but she had finally given into Clark wanting to be her official partner so that the chances of her ever being hurt like that took a dramatic fall.
“I’ve no plans of landing myself in the hospital again anytime soon, Em,” Lois promised, but wasn’t quite able to meet her friend’s eyes. With the nature of their lives in the middle of an Apocalypse there was no telling whether or not that promise would hold but she’d do her damndest to try and not be.
“And no? You love your job.” Though, it wouldn’t surprise Lois if Emma loved that tiny baby in her arms more.