He shouldn’t have needed to take care of it. That was what Lois kept coming back to, and while she’d let him help her up, she hadn’t moved from the spot, gaze back on the ground and at the horror drenching it. For all the time she had been trying to clean up the mess, not much had been done. The rag she’d been using was more red than white, but that was about the only change that had occurred. The ground and walls still looked like something out of horror movie. Maybe Clark would stand a better chance at somehow fixing everything to look like it had before Guy had killed the boy, but Lois doubted that she would ever be able to see this spot the same ever again. Clark was right though, never forgetting was about the only thing she could do in regards to what had happened and she meant to remember it. Lois had a feeling she really didn’t have much of a say in that. The sight of this place would be etched in her memory for a very long time.
“Not the medbay.”
Anywhere but there. Her injuries weren’t severe, and while Lois knew she needed to get the cuts and what felt like a nasty gash cleaned and bandaged to hold off infection, she didn’t want to go there. She was sick of hospitals, which honestly for most people would’ve meant not getting themselves into the kind of situations she got into on a daily basis to avoid the place, but for Lois it just meant keeping plenty of bandages and various medicines stashed in her and Clark’s bathroom. If it wasn’t broken or severely bruised than there wasn’t any need for professionals. Besides, the doctors had enough to concern themselves with considering Rose was probably still in surgery, who the hell knew what was going on with Dick’s arm and there had been the guy from River’s ship brought in earlier in the week. She didn’t want to take attention away from any of them.
Nor did she want to see Guy anytime soon. Or the Doctor. Or a million other people. Not yet. Not with the blood of that boy on her hands and clothes. No one else needed to deal with what all had happened. That was her cross to bear.
“I lucked out in the injury department this time.” Well. At least with physical ones. “There’s no reason to bother them. They’ve got enough on their plate.”
Lois glanced back at Clark, wiping at her face with her free hand. She didn’t seem to have any more tears to shed, though her body still shook from time to time as she let out a ragged breath. Exhaustion was winning out and she doubted she’d be on her feet much longer if she didn’t get a cup of coffee into her system soon. “I can get the ones on my arms and legs. If you can just help me with the ones on my back I’ll be good to go.”
And then...well, really she had no clue what the hell to do after that. Heading to the medbay waiting area to wait around for news was probably the option she’d push for, but her body might have other ideas.