Getting from outside to their room had moved in pretty much a blur for Lois and thankfully Clark had been there or she might have passed out in the elevator. Or at the very least wound back up in their apartment and collapsed on the bed without changing out of her clothes and left her wounds unattended. And that would have only exacerbated her withdrawal tenfold if she’d woken up still covered in the boy’s blood.
She’d done as Clark instructed and sat down on their couch, her shirt laying in a crumpled heap on the floor. She didn’t even want to wash the thing. Throwing it away seemed like the only way to sufficiently get rid of its presence. Which was possibly a little dramatic, but Lois thought maybe in this one instance that dramatics were an okay response. If she wasn’t going to be able to erase what had happened from her mind, nor did she want to, then at least she could get rid of the constant reminders in their home.
Removing the shirt had caused her a good deal of pain, and from the blood stains on the back of it, Lois had a feeling she’d been correct in her prior assessment that one of the cuts was a little deeper than the rest of marks that criss crossed her arms and legs. Moving so that she was sitting with her knees drawn up to her chest and back exposed to him Lois focused on Clark’s voice, seeking the comfort she so often found in it. She wanted to believe what he was telling her. She knew just how good both Martha and Rory were, and considering Martha was also a good friend of Rose’s, Lois knew the doctor would do everything in her power to save her friend. Waiting for an outcome, whether good or bad, was going to be hard though.
“They have a better chance because you were able to get them to the medbay quickly,” Lois finally murmured. What would have happened if Clark wasn’t one to listen to her every movement? Dick might have been able to wait a bit for medical treatment, but Lois knew that Rose would have bled out long before any sort of ambulance could have made its way to where they’d been. “For all of the stalker jokes that people make, Clark, you doing your super hearing thing on me has saved me and others more times than I can even count. Even if you shouldn’t have to do that.”
Not that her saying that would ever stop him from listening for her safety. Lois doubted there was anything that could stop him from doing so. While she was definitely never attempting a hunt ever again, she knew she couldn’t promise not to ever do anything dangerous in her life ever again. Give her a week and she’d sniff the next big story in the wind and go barrelling off after it. That wasn’t going to change and she had a feeling Clark knew that. Though she didn’t want to start taking for granted the fact that he did have her back. That would prove to be both stupid and dangerous.
“Is it bad?” she asked, glancing over her shoulder at him and trying to read his expression in case he tried to sugarcoat the truth. Lois doubted he would, but she wasn’t taking any chances. Plus the movement helped keep her from falling asleep.