Obviously before Mon el admits his feelings.
So how do you feel?" Mon el asked when he entered Kara's room.
"Sick, so so very sick. I want to die" Kara sniffled.
Mon el patted her shoulder, and pulled the blanket over her curled up body again.
"I hope Snapper undersdands. Ugh! I forgod to dell her!" Kara cried, she struggled to get up and rush to the phone but Mon el forced her to lie down again.
"It's okay. James already made an excuse as to why you're not going." Mon el assured her
"An excuse! Bud... I'm just sick, Dan excuse wilb ondly make id worsde." Kara whined as she tried to reach for the phone again.
"No it won't. We just told him that you have wild food poisoning and are throwing up as we speak. It sounds a lot better than just a cold."
"Jusb a cold. This a Krypdoniand cold, dose are mega worsde. It's den million colds at once." Kara groaned, swiveling her head dramatically. Then she sat up.
"Whab about you! Your fake job" She cried
Mon el brushed a stray hair out of her face, a smile creeping on his face as he looked at her. Even though her skin was ashen, her usually bouncy blonde curls were limp and stringy and her eyes were bloodshot and her nose was as stuffed up as a Build a Bear, she was cute. She cared about his job, she cared what her boss would think. That was true determination and loyalty. Just generally niceness. That was Kara. She may be an alien, but she could fit as the girl next door any day of the week. She was just so optimistic and cheerful, it was one of the best things he liked about her.
In fact that was why he volunteered to help stay with her today. He didn't really know how to take care of a sick person but he googled it so it seemed easy.
Now Kara was a grown woman, but she was practically useless when she was sick, physically not able to get out of bed useless, and that usually put a damper on getting lunch herself or getting dress or getting tissues when she ran out.
Alex was going to do it, but once Mon el heard he volunteered. And insisted that Alex go do her job and he would take care of her.
Lately Mon el had been thinking a lot about Kara. A lot. She would creep up into his mind and random parts of the day even if she wasn't in the room.
He would stare at daffodils and think "Kara would love those. The first sign of spring. What did she call them? Oh right, cups of sunshine in bloom."
To a regular person that would be cheesy but that was just Kara.
He would watch tv shows and suddenly a particular line would pop up and he would be tempted to write it down so he could tell her later.
Yeah, he had to admit it. He got it bad for the Kryptonian.
But he couldn't admit it TO her.
She was just so strong and caring and yes, that might be her point of weakness. She would care too much. And when people fell in love, those feelings only amplify and then she would be protective of him this way and that and then there would be the whole "it's not you, it's my enemies." He was aware of the danger. It still didn't mean he could get over his feelings just like that.
Especially when she sounded like that.
"I'm gonna make you some food. You stay here and start getting better." Mon el told her. Kara did what she was told and buried her head under the pillow without a second thought.
When Mon el came back from the kitchen, Kara had fallen off the bed, and was staring dazedly at the wall.
"Mon el. Fuddy ting. I can'd ged up." Kara said. He could swear the stuffiness was getting worse.
He placed the bowl of piping chicken soap on the dresser and swept her up in an army lift. He gently placed her into bed, rearranged the pillows, and pulled the blanket over her again, and made sure the tissue box was close by.
"Here some soup." He handed the bowl to her and she grinned happily.
"Danks" She took a slurp of it and spewed it across the bed, coughing violently.
"Sorry! I didn'd mean do!" Kara cried, she got off the bed and was about to start wiping the blanket when she dizzily fell again.
"Kara, you rest, I got it." Mon el said, he lifted her again and walked her to the couch in the living room.
"Sorry" she muttered again
"No it's not your fault. Your sick. Just relax, watch some tv"
He went back to the room, stripped the sheets and managed to wrangle up some new blankets in the back of her closet.
"Danks for all dis. Really. You could be doing domthing more udful or fun than be with me." Kara blew her nose in a tissue when he handed her the box
"It's my pleasure. You do so much for everyone, and for me. It's not a big deal to care for you" Mon el replied
"Dupergirl does do a lot of duff for everyone" Kara said
"And Kara Danvers does too." Mon el said as he sat next to her "She makes me happy, she brightens the workroom everyday and tries to see the best in things. I really like her."
Kara blushed, and hid her face behind her blanket. James froze, did he just admit his crush? More importantly, one of the most dreaded scenarios of this whole conversation was that she was just being Kara. She was nice to everyone including him. He was no different than Winn or Cat to her. Okay maybe he was step up from being Cat in her eyes but still.
"I really like you Doo" Kara mumbled shyly. Mon el' heart skipped a beat.
Mon el put his arm around her to adjust the blanket, and she leaned his head on his shoulder.
Soon she fell asleep but he just sat there contently and grinned like an idiot.
"She likes me. "Mon el thought "She said she REALLY likes me. She'll probably be sick tomorrow so I should probably bring her daffodils just to cheer up. Oh and I could rent a movie. Has she seen that ER show yet? Oh and some super hot fudge. Yeah, tomorrow's sick is gonna be great!"