The day had started great. You had woken up with Clark sleeping next to you, his dark hair sprawled all over the pillow. He needed a trim, and he knew it, but Clark also was too lazy to go to the hairstylist.Â
He had arrived in the middle of the night, silently climbed into bed and fallen asleep. You pressed a small kiss on his cheek and left the bedroom.Â
It felt great to finally be able to enjoy a hot shower. Two weeks ago an old pipe in the basement had ruptured, leaving forty flats without hot water. The emergency service was not able to fix the problem sooner because apparently, many apartment complexes had faced the same problem and all needed fixing.
Your favorite strawberry cake was on the counter, wrapped in a beautiful carbon box and tied with a yellow bow. Clark liked to spoil you with sweets from all over the world. Some mornings you would wake up with ice cream melting on the counter since he would be too eager to get to you that he would forget about it. Some morning you would see a box of Belgium chocolate or a bottle of the vine from Italy on the counter.Â
No matter what he got, you were happier to see him back home in one piece, alive and breathing.
You were in the middle of eating the second piece of your cake when you got a page from work. There had been an accident and there was a shortage of personnel, and your boss had no other choice but to ask you to come in a few hours earlier.
With another kiss on his cheek, you left your shared apartment ten minutes later.
And now, three hours later, you were groaning in pain, as a bullet hit your side, making you collapse on the dirty ground.
âFuck!â The pain was strong. For a moment your vision got dark, but soon it came back, and the pain got almost unbearable. Blood was running down your side and straining your uniform, and it took a lot for you to sit up.Â
The bullet had come out of nowhere. You had not heard nor the sound of the shot, nor seen any person. Buildings had collapsed around you, making piles of concrete and metals. In the distance, the sirens of rescue service could be heard, alongside the screams of scared people of Metropolis. Â
With a hand on your side, you opened your EMS bag and took out clean bandages and medical tape to close the wound before help came. Your ratio had been lost a long time ago. The phones of your collages and yours had been left back in the hospital, and there was no other way how to communicate with them.
Usually, the emergency team stayed together and did not split, including yours. Unfortunately, another building collapsed, splitting all four of you up. You all were imprisoned in your own squares with exits that led farther away from each other.
On your way out of destruction, you had seen Clark flying above and fighting villains from another dimension. He had been too busy to notice you but seeing him being thrown against the building, made your heart beat faster and worry settle in.Â
Others of the justice league tried helping him, but some of them got thrown against the buildings too. This was officially the most damaging alien invasion this city has seen. Tomorrowâs news headlines would be such as âbiggest destruction of Metropolis in its historyâ, âcollapsed Metropolisâ or âhow much money is needed to rebuild Metropolis. Not to forget âSuperman gets thrown against the Williams buildingâ.
â[Y/N]!â You felt Clark before his voice met your ears. You had forgotten that he was somewhere near you. âFuck! Is this your blood?â
âI got shot.â Speaking was hard. Every word caused more pain than the previous one. When you lifted your uniform, the flow of blood ran down your side. Clark took out the bandages from your arms and pressed them onto the wound. He hissed once his fingers touched it. Then you remembered the collapsing building. âI saw the building collapsing! Are you alright?â
âIâll live.â He gritted through his teeth. Something was wrong with Clark. He never acted like this, only when he was hurt. With your eyes, you looked over his body but found nothing.
âAre you hurt?â You lifted your arm to touch his cheek, but your limbs felt weak. When you tried again, your vision started to blur, black spots appeared in front of you. These were signs of blood loss, a big blood loss.Â
You tried fighting your inner voice. It had been what - one, two minutes since you had been shot? The bullet must still be inside, as the blood only came from the front. In most cases, the bullet keeps closed the artery and prevents a person from bleeding out.Â
Then why were you feeling like you would lose consciousness at any moment?
The black spots got bigger, taking most of your vision. The pain had disappeared at one moment, and slowly you started losing the feeling of your limbs. You felt him shaking your body, lifting you in the air.
You did not want to die like this. You did not want him to see you dying, since it would haunt him for the rest of his life. He was the love of your life, the man you wanted to spend your life it, but the destiny had other plan.
Before the darkness took over, you managed to whisper the words, knowing that it would be the last thing he heard from you.Â
âI love youâŠâÂ
CLARK
She was dying.Â
She had lost too much blood.
Her breathing had become shallower.
Her heart had started beating slower.
She was dying in my arms.
The love of my life was dying in my arms.
And there was no one to save her.
Only me.Â
âWhat the hell are you going, Clark?â Bruceâs voice echoed through the empty operation room. I did not spare him a glance, as I continued to prepare everything for the surgery. All instruments had been found and put on the near table, y/n had been covered with a surgical drape, and I had to start any moment.
âClark.â He put a hand on my shoulder, but I showed it off. No matter what Bruce said, my opinion he could not change.Â
âEither way you stay and help or leave.â I did not need to say twice. He removed his cape and mask, put on the gloves and came to stand on the other side of the table.Â
We were the only members of the Justice League on the tower. The rest of the crew were on the earth, fighting aliens that had invaded our home. All hands were needed, and that explained why every single member and inhabitant of this place had been gone.Â
I did not know much about removing bullets, especially those made of kryptonite, but I had to try. I could not leave the love of my life to die in my arms without me trying anything.
âHave you ever taken out a bullet?â Bruce asked after we had started.Â
I shook my head. âAnd you?â
He shook his head.
The bullet was made of kryptonite. I figured it out the moment, I pressed my hands over her torn skin. My head was hurting, and my whole body was hurting, but I had to save her.Â
I did not care if I died saving her. She would survive and have the life we dreamed about. She would spend it alone, without me by her side. At least, her heart would be beating. She would recover from the loss.Â
Unlike me.Â
If I lost her, there would be no longer me. I would die with her and never recover. She was my whole universe, and there was no life without her.Â
Bruce must have sensed my pain and seen it written all over my face. âIs it what I think it is?â
âIt depends,â I said through the pain that got stronger the closer I got to the bullet. âOn what you are thinking.â
Before he could say anything, I took out the bullet. It was big, green, perfectly shaped and made from the kryptonite. The bullet shined in the dim light, as I let it fall into the iron bowl.
It was clearly meant for me. But it had hit y/n.
Maybe they knew about her being the woman I wanted to marry and who was my biggest weakness, my whole universe.
With every minute that passed, I felt weaker, I could feel how my muscles started to give up, how my body slowly shut down. Bruce tried taking over, but I did not allow it. Bruce had taken the kryptonite bullet away and carried it as far as he could from me. Little did he know that the damage had already been done.
With my heat vision, I stopped bleeding. While Bruce tried calling others, I continued to close the wound. Sweat was rolling down my face, my body was aching, and no matter what happened - I did not give up.
Ten minutes later I closed the wound and let out the breath I was holding. I sensed Bruce running towards the room with Dr. Choi, but I was too weak to stand up. Before they could open the door, I had already collapsed on the floor and lost consciousness.
Her sleeping face was everything I saw.
YOU
Monitors were beeping around you. Your head was hurting, but the side hurt more. Everything that happened before you lost consciousness, came back like a boomerang. Clark! The building had collapsed. He had found you bleeding. His face showed that he was hurting. You were dying!
You opened your eyes and quickly sat up, causing pain in your whole body. âEasy, [Y/N].â You recognized the voice of Bruce. âLet me help you.â
âWhere is Clark?â You asked as he put pillows behind your back, easing your sitting. You had to know if he was alright.
Bruce moved his head to your left, and you gasped when you saw Clark laying in a bed next to you. He was stripped down to his boxers, and lights that reflected the sun were placed around the bed. His skin was absorbing all the light. As a result of that, his skin shined.
âOh my god, Clark! What happened to him?â You tried getting out of bed, but Bruceâs strong hands on your shoulders did not allow it. He pushed you back in the bed, making your back hit the pillows.
âDo not try getting out unless you want me to chain you to this bed.â
âYou would never.â
âI would. Clark will never forgive me if something happened to you.âÂ
âWhat happened to him?â The man you loved slept a few feet away from you, at an arm's stretch length, but you could not get to him. You wanted to touch his body, whisper that you were near and wait until he opened his eyes. Clark was near you, yet so far away.
Bruce handed you a glass of water and made you take a few sips. âHe removed your bullet. It was made of kryptonite.âÂ
Kryptonite could kill Clark, yet he risked his life to save yours. âIs he going to be alright?âÂ
âBoth of you will be. I will go and get Dr. Choi. Do not try getting out of bed.âÂ
âI will make sure she stays in hers.â You moved your head as fast, as the first syllables had left this mouth. His blue eyes found yours, and you tried your best to keep the tears from falling. He was awake.
âThis also applies to you, Clark.â
He nodded, and then Bruce left the room, leaving the two of you alone.
His eyes never left yours. âHow are you?â
âHow are you? You could have died!â You almost shouted.
âSo could you.âÂ
âBut I did not.â
âNeither did I.âÂ
The small banter made both of you smile. Clark and you were two stubborn souls who always cared more about the other one rather than yourselves.
But the truth was still truth. âYou are an idiot. Why did you take that bullet out yourself?â
Clark rolled his eyes and sat up. âThere was no other who could do it. I did not want to lose you.â
âDr. Choi would have saved me.âÂ
âNot fast enough. He was not here when we arrived.â Clark stood up from his bed and walked towards you. âMove over.â
âYou shouldnât be out of bed.â You reminded him, as you moved in the bed, making a room for the big man you called yours. Your body felt small, compared to his.Â
Clark wrapped his strong arms around your body carefully, trying not to cause more pain, tore your stitches or pull off the catheter in your arm. âI am not. I just changed it.â
âI love you.â He pressed a kiss on your head and snuggled closer to your body. Feeling his heart beating under your palms calmed you, and you closed your eyes knowing that he was alive and safe.
âI love you too. But, please, do not do it again."
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