Lois/Clark
Lois turned around at the sound of gasps from some of the others, searching to find the cause and her heart seemed to stop when she spotted Clark. She glanced back to make sure Henry was still with Aislinn and then headed straight for him, trying to help him to his feet and then stopped, unsure if that was the best move to make.
“Clark?” she asked, choking on her own worry for him.
She didn’t think she’d ever seen him spit up blood or look this bad, this beaten and she wondered what the hell had managed to do this to him. It had to be magic. It was the only thing that made sense since Lucifer didn’t have access to kryptonite...did he? He couldn’t have. Except who even knew with Lawrence what was possible any longer.
“Can you stand?” she asked, linking an arm around his waist and trying to move him to sit so he’d possibly be in a more comfortable position. Not that there probably was anything to help with spewing blood. Something he definitely shouldn’t be doing. She knew he needed to heal and as much as she wanted him around, to be there and to hug the hell out of him, Lois knew the best thing for him to do was to get up into the sky and go somewhere warm. Maybe even out into space.
“You need sun, Clark.”
It was the only thing that she could think of to heal him quickly. He needed to get out of the damn Roadhouse and get into the sun and heal. At least physically. Emotionally she wasn’t so sure about anymore.
“Smallville?” Lois pressed a kiss to his head, hugging him as tightly as she dared and couldn’t help but wonder what all he must have seen, must have endured for him to be this beat up.