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You were sitting in your office one moment and the next thing you know, you were under the rubble of your office building, your body was crushed, you were pretty sure that your limb were broken in several places, and you could taste the blood in your mouth. The weight of destroyed chunks of cement was crushing your body making it harder and harder for you to breathe, you were losing consciousness, and you reluctantly embraced the comforting blanket of death.
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Kal-El was deserately trying to save people around him who were engulfed in the rubble of the building. He could hear several heartbeats simultaneously most them were strong enough to survive a few seconds under the rubble as he rescued people in critical conditions, but one heartbeat was slowing down, that sound was coming from the other side of the giant pile of rubble. Clark dove in head first to save the poor soul on the brink of death. He carried you out of the destruction safely in his arms. In the rush he did not hear your waning hearbeats. Maybe it was a good thing that you were rescued by a God who did not follow the laws of nature and brought you back to life with little effort.
When you opened your eyes after being revived, you saw a hazy silhouette of something blue and red. You were covered in debris and your nose and throat were filled with crushed cement and sand. You began retching as soon as oxygen flooded your lungs. Superman flew to the nearest ambulance and deposited you in their hands. You didn't recall much of what happened or even your rescue by a God walking among mere mortals on this earth. All you remember was waking up in a hospital bed and your Mom, Dad and siblings bickering by your side.
Doctors were marveling on the speed of your recovery despite multiple injuries and severe internal bleeding every doctor on the hospital floor was wondering how you survived but you rushed it away but to your parents, it was an act of God, not the God they were praying to but still an act of God. On the third day, you were visited by a bespectacled journalist from Daily Planet, whatever that was. You thought he looked astonished to see you but then you brushed off it as you seeing things that weren't there. Your doctor said you would experience something like that because of the trauma your body and brain went through.
Clark was stunned to see you alive and thriving, he had done his best to heal you up but your life was still hanging on by a thread when he reluctantly left you with the paramedics. His curiosity was not letting him sleep at night. So, he took the initiative and scouted several hospitals using his journalist credentials. But seeing you alive and well, looking fragile like a doll being doted upon your family, he felt some warmth blooming in his chest. You looked precious like a dewdrop on a flower.
Clark wanted to interview/interrogate you alone but your older brother and sister refused to leave your side while your younger brother gave him a stink eye. He asked you some prodding questions but you were unable to answer any of that, you did not remember anything apart from some blue and red haze. Clark smiled, you remembered his silhouette even if you did not remember seeing him. Clark could feel the irritation radiating out your siblings, your brothers were itching to throw him out. He made himself scarce pretty quickly after that. While he was exiting the hospital, he cocentrated on voices coming from your room.
"You can't stay here overnight", the nurse said.
"We don't want to leave her alone.", your sister replied.
"Ma'am, we understand but hospital policies are something that can not be changed for any patient" the nurse explained patiently.
"But, she almost died, what if she dies again?" your younger brother whined like a pre-teen.
"She is not gonna die, she is healthy, and she will be here when you come tomorrow during visiting hours."
"You guys need to go home and rest" you replied in raspy voice.
"But.."
"No buts, I'm not gonna die overnight, I know I scared you all but you need to go home and rest. Also, take care of Mom and Dad, I had to practically kick them out." you added.
"Go, I need some sleep, I can't rest without you three hovering over me like mother hen"
They protested but your siblings left you alone for the night.
The nurse gave you an injection for your pain and you were dead to the world.
Clark rushed home and had a quick shower before he headed out for the night. He entered your hospital room undetected, there you were sleeping blissfully, unaware of your saviour's eyes on you, scanning your body. He healed your body with his Kryptonian powers and he sat down on your bed. He did not know what came over him, he caressed your cheek, he brushed off the strand of hair on your face which was irritating you in your sleep, you unknowingly snuggle into his warmth. Clark decided to stay with you at the but his plans were interrupted by the night nurse making the rounds. He stayed as long as he could feeling a connection with you, something that wasn't common for him. He left you alone that night with a silent promise to return.