834/Waking Up

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Waking Up
Date of Scene: 07 June 2017
Location: Unknown
Synopsis: Summary needed
Cast of Characters: Lois Lane, Superman




Lois Lane has posed:
The coma patients have started to awake and Lois Lane is no different -

- The heart monitor is the first to alert anyone that something is happening. The slow methodical beat begins to pick up to a more appropriate level for wakefulness. Then there's the vaguest of hand twitches from Lois, as her brain begins to unearth itself from the enforced sleep she had to endure. Moments later her blue eyes will fly open and she'll offer a soft gasp; her other hand automatically raising upward to fend off something. An attack in her mind, though there's no longer an attacker near, but that's the last thing she remembers.

Confusion is definitely written across her features, within her gaze as she stares almost unseeingly up at the hospital ceiling.

Superman has posed:
The coma patients had started to wake up and had to be contained because it was surreal in the horror movie kind of way that some of them had woken up as zombies. Superman stayed at the hospital, doing his level best to help. There was moving actual still in comas coma victims, there was also keeping the Flatline Zombies rounded up in a place they'd be safe and where the staff of the hospital would be safe from them.

As such, Superman heard the commotion of the metahuman's return and of a young girl in a red and black suit with an orange cat in a black leather suit arrived. He was about to zip up to assist, but the feline teleported them away and the fight was gone from the hospital. Superman wasn't at all sure why Lois hadn't woken up with the rest of the zombies, but he was grateful. He also didn't know the swarm of ladybugs meant until the heartbeats of all the victims, having been throbbing in unison and threatening to give him a headache, suddenly all shifted into their own uniqu rhythms. And with them, was the return of a heartbeat whose pattern he had long ago memorized. His head snapped toward Lois' room as he peers through the walls in time to see her hand starting to twitch. He speeds away, leaving the nursing staff to tend to the others waking up.

Superman blurs down the hallway. Clark Kent reaches out to gently catch Lois' hand, as if he'd been here the whole time.

"Hey. Lois? It's okay. You're okay now."

Lois Lane has posed:
A hand around hers, it's enough to cause that reflexive grasp, even as she turns her head upon hearing that familiar voice.

There's still a confusion within her gaze and it's enough to cause Lois' eyebrows to flicker inward, towards the midline of her face. "S -" Begins the dark-haired reporter, before suddenly her expression clears somewhat, "- Smallville." It could have been what she was going to say, but for a minute there Clark looked familiar in a whole other way. "Clark." She finally adds, her voice sounding rusty with disuse, "What's going on?"

"There was an interview." She continues with, her eyes closing for a long second as she tries to recall her last few memories that she can recall.

"Perry sent me out." Her mouth twists to a grimace, "Instead of the media department."

Superman has posed:
In that breif moment, Clark's heart leapt in hope and fear both. He desperately wanted her to know, wanted to stop keeping this secret from her, but fear for the danger it would put her in stayed him again. Even with his cousin's words in his mind.

This is Lois Lane, we're talking about. When is she NOT in danger, and of her own making?

Clark leans forward a bit as Lois calls him Smallville and then by his name, the one that's more real to him than either hte one is was born with or the one this very same woman gave him; Kal-El.. Superman. Clark smiles then, the expression full of relief and concern.

"Adrien Agreste. Yeah. I saw the call sheet on that one, when I was checking my email... from my phone..." Because he's wearing the same clothes he was when they has parted ways the morning of her attack. The tie is gone, first two buttons undone, hair sloppy and falling part into his eyes.

"What do you remember?"

Lois Lane has posed:
"Yes." She exclaims and with a hold upon his hand (because she hasn't realized she's still holding his hand) Lois begins to lever herself up. "That model. He /attacked/ me. That little skinny -" Okay, yes, she might be a little ticked off with what Adrien did to her.

The heart monitor is definitely rising with her indignation and anger.

"When he touched me I felt like .." And here's where she pauses. Did she feel like she was dying? Like she actually died? Or her heart had stopped? Her expression shows the struggle of what she wants to say, how she wants to describe it, before her gaze turns towards Clark's. Searching his face for a silent second. Then she'll shake her head. "It wasn't fun." She'll ends up saying, even as her expression turns inward for a moment.

It's a vulnerability she doesn't speak, but there's something within the slant of her shoulders, the curve of her mouth; she's been in trouble before, but that feeling was so close to death. It's rattled her. And Lois Lane never deals well with being rattled.

Giving herself a visible shake, the reporter turns that inward thought away from herself, as she eyes Clark and his rumpled clothing. "How long have you been here?" And then, "Wait, how long have I been out?

Superman has posed:
Lois begins to lever, and his hand is firm against her tug. Like she's got a grip of a steel bar that's warm as the summer sun. Clark steps forward to put an arm about her shoulders, to help her sit up. He can hear that ire, that aggitation. He knows Ticked Off Lois as well as just about any other Lois. When directed at the right person for the right reason, Clark loves Ticked Off Lois. At the moment, it seems unfair.

"He really wasn't in control of himselk," Clark murmurs softly, repeating what he heard as Superman from that girl four doors down whose name he knows but whose name he will not repeat. And then the struggle on her face draws his gaze and he pauses, looking up and meeting her gaze over the top of his frames. His Earthsky blue eyes are worried, troubled, concerned, right into her shaking herself and he almost permits himself an eternal heartbeat to hug her close. He ends up just adjusting her pillows so they support her back instead. Clark pulls away.

"Two days. It's Sunday," replies the farmboy.

Lois Lane has posed:
"/Really/." Comes Lois' venom laced words, "He /wasn't/ in /control/ of himself. Sure seemed like it to me, Smallville."

Her own gaze searches out Clark's then, her's bright due to her anger, and when she sees his own blue eyes there's a second of pause from Lois. Again the vaguest of crimps of her eyebrows can be seen as a sense of deja vu strikes her.

Thankfully, that deja vu is pushed aside when Clark reveals just how long she's been out. Her eyes widen and there's an almost horrified expression upon her features now, "TWO DAYS!" She exclaims, her back straightening from the softness of the pillows Clark just arranged for her.

"Are you serious? Two days? I had /interviews/ lined up." She states, her voice still an octave higher, "There is no way in hell -" She begins to mutter, even as she reaches for the call button that hangs from her bed, "- I am not staying in here another minute." Though she'll pause before she hits that little buzzer button, her attention turning back to Clark, "/We'll/ both get out of here. And get a new change of clothes, something to /eat/."

It's not necessarily a true thank you, but in Lois' language it's a thank you for staying with me sort of thing.

Superman has posed:
"What?" is Clark's oh-so-eloquent farm-raised reply to the vemoned words. He meets her gaze in that pause. Clark is not altogether sure what the cringle brow is about, but she's moving on and Clark's brows pulls together this time.

"Yes. You were in a-" Interrupted.

"I cancelled the ones that I-" Interrupted.

"Lois. Stay ca-" Again. But there's Lois' thank you. It's that wordless tone he's learned to read in her. The way she includes him in her whirlwing of thought, acknowledges that he was there with her and that she's thinking about him, even if in a small way.

"I'll buy." is offered on a warm Kansas smile.

Lois Lane has posed:
That first question of his; the what, she could say something about deja vu, but she doesn't. She's past that little feeling of oddness, like she's been here before, or looked into those eyes like that before.

Now it's onward, steam-roller Lois, as she presses the buzzer now. It'll only take a nurse a few minutes to get here, but it's enough for Lois to add, "Good." For him buying, that is, "Though I have a feeling I might owe you a lunch or two." She adds ruefully, even if she won't come right out and say thank you to him.

"Now, you better turn around Clark, or you're going to find yourself really embarrassed. These gowns don't cover much." And already she's pulling the blankets off of her legs and moving towards the edge of the bed -

- She will give him time to turn around, even if she's not necessarily embarrassed. She's been in far more embarrassing positions than with a tie-in-the-back gown. Her first steps are wobbly from laying down so much, but her hand goes to the bed to steady herself. "I know my clothes are somewhere in here."

The vaguest of tinks can be heard from the IV line that's still attached to the top of her hand as her movements rustle the line and bag of saline.

Superman has posed:
"You don't owe me anything, Lois. I'm glad to do it," Clark replies. She won't come out and say thank you, he won't come out and say that she never has to say 'thank you'. He might have said more but Lois Steam Roller Lane is throwing the blankets off and talking about how little the gowns cover and his cheeks darken. Turning quickly, he grabs for the fresh clothes he has for her, because despite the insanity, Clark took her clothes to be drycleaned. He holds them out to his side, all folded perfectly but not him. Even her under things, but those are in the folds of her coat.

"Umm.. here you go Lois. I hope you don't mind that I had them cleaned and..." Clark has to stop, to fight the cringe of hearing her jostle the IV, of hearing the plastic needle slosh about in her vein.

Lois Lane has posed:
An actual laugh can be heard from Lois at the sight of the flush brightening his cheeks, even as she accepts those clothes offered to her so. "I don't mind. Thanks." An easier thanks there or rather, one she can give, even as she sets the clothing on the bed. "Tell me what I've missed." She says immediately, even as Lois turns her attention to the taped needle in her vein. The nurse isn't quite here yet, though her footsteps can likely be heard by Clark at this point as the click-clack of shoes can be heard striking the linoleum floor.

"Oh what the hell." Mutters the reporter and with a careful, but firm pull, Lois yanks the tape off and pulls the needle out. There's the vaguest hiss of breath from the black-haired woman as she mutters, "That stung." She'll press a finger to the small wound the needle left for a few seconds, before she's reaching for those clothes again.

It'll only take her a few seconds to get dressed and when she's decent she'll say, "You can turn around." The only thing she hasn't yet put on are her heels; there's still a vague wobble to her steps and for now, she'll leave them off.

Superman has posed:
Tell me what I've missed... Well, I'm Superman. The girl four doors down has a magical spirit and friends who can heal comas and she's more than likely a french superhero who set a swarm of ladybugs on the city and that's what woke you up, which means she defended the thing controlling the blonde boy, Agreste.

"I'm not sure where to start," Clark starts lamely, listening as she starts to pick at the tape. What. The tape?

"Lois..." he says, wanting to turn around so badly, but not daring to. He can hear the tape come free and the sound of the needle pulling from her flesh, and that tiny hiss of breath. Again, a cringe is fought back.

Lois Lane has posed:
"Seriously, Kent." She says, back on firmer footing now, "I'm decent. You can turn around."

And that's when the nurse steps into the room and with one sweep of her eyes the nurse takes it /all/ in. While her expression shows some degree of frustration, there's hardly any surprise. Almost all the patients reacted in similar ways.

The nurse will say in a completely dry tone, "I see we're ready to go." Her gaze will turn from Lois to Clark now, "Let me get the paper work."

And Lois just grins for a bright minute at the nurse, "You're a smart woman. I like you." Stepping forward now Lois will place a hand on Clark's arm, just to make sure he does turn around. "Then start with what happened. Why'd he attack? Why'd I fall into a coma? Why'd I wake up? You said it's over -" Or did she get a sense from something else, it's hard to say, "- how'd it end? Who else was attacked? Injured? There's a story here."

Superman has posed:
Starting to turn, Clark stops as the nurse walks in. Truth be told, he had been following the nurse the last few steps anyway. Anything to shake the IV out of skin sound. He smiles at the nurse, a smile of thanks. Thanks for the paperwork. Thanks for the save from Steam Roll Lane.

Hand on his arm, Clark turns to looks at Lois.

Can't tell her everything. Clark doesn't know everything. Superman knows some of it, but...

"I don't have the whole story for you, Lois. I'm sorry. Perry called me and told me you we in the hospital and I came right over. I really haven't left. I don't know why he attacked and I don't know why you fell into a coma. I ..meant... your coma was over." Edging toward a lie. Clark hates himself. "I'm not sure how it ended, but there have been reports of dozens of people across the city being attacked. All of them like yourself, put into a coma," Clark says. Because he really doesn't know. Not really. Not completely.

Lois Lane has posed:
"Kent." Lois says in warning, even as the Nurse offers both a faint smile, before the hospital staff exits to get that paperwork started. "What have I always told you? Story first, me last." Well, perhaps not quite in those words, but she's said it now. "You should have been out there on the streets, finding out what's happening." And perhaps one day when she knows his secret she'll understand, but for now, she doesn't.

And so, she gives him an earful. "The /story/."

But, she's also not such an ass that she doesn't realize what he did for her. And so, this time, Lois Lane's expression softens slightly. The hand that's upon his arm will offer a soft squeeze, even as she says, "Thanks, Partner. I appreciate you staying with me." There she said it. The world can now officially end.

Superman has posed:
Oh fun! She's got the lecture tone. Clark turns to look at Lois, and he can't hide the faint frown as she tells him the story first. His shoulders fall slightly, brows pulling together. He licks his lips, wanting to utter those three words that could change things between them.. Well, those three and the other three... and once again for all his strength and power, Clark feels so powerless under her soft gaze.

"Anytime, Lois." Anytime, Miss Lane. The way he tries to keep a difference. Clark says Lois. Superman says Miss Lane. "What are partners for?"

"Did you want to go to the office? I'm sure the Wire has had a few things about that..." Boy, does it ever!

Lois Lane has posed:
When Clark acknowledges the thank you, Lois will offer another smile, a true smile, versus what she typically gives everyone around the office. "Food first." She says, allowing that little moment to slide aside now. "Then office." And now it's time to find her shoes and with a little searching around Lois finds them. Grimacing the woman will slip her feet in, gaining several inches. "One day I'll ditch these heels." She mutters, but that day is not today. At this point the Nurse re-enters with all the various forms to be signed and with a flourish, Lois signs them. Discharge instructions will be given and while Lois accepts them, once the two are out of the room she'll simply toss them away. She's been discharged from the hospital enough times to know what it says.

Rest. Take some aspirin. If you feel worse come back. Wash, rinse, repeat. "What're you hungry for?"