Sparring pt.2
Alex doesn't realize Kara's sick and pushes her while they're sparring.
Kara winced as she cracked open her eyes, bright lights flooding her line of vision. Her head was still pounding against her skull, but the rest of her body didn't feel as achy anymore. The sun lamps above her were warm and comforting, but the bed she was rested on wasn't the most enjoyable. Rolling her head a little, she saw Alex curled into the chair beside her bed.
She must have stayed the entire time I was asleep.
Kara smiled softly, before turning her head back towards the blaring lights. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, but the motion only spurred her into a fit of rough coughing. Lurching to the side away from Alex, Kara gasped for air between coughs, tears forming in her eyes when she wasn't able to get any.
"Kara, hey breathe slowly okay? Deep breaths Kara, deep breaths."
Kara could feel Alex's warm hands on her back, and she immediately felt guilty for waking her sister. However, she complied, attempting to take in deeper gulps of air. Eventually the coughing subsided, and she was able to turn back around and look up into the concerned gaze of her sister.
"Are you feeling any better?" Alex spoke softly, her hand not leaving Kara's shoulder.
"Not…not really," Kara rasped, her throat raw and sore. Alex grabbed a small water glass from the tray table beside the bed, handing it to her.
"Here; it'll feel good on your throat and keep you from getting dehydrated."
Kara nodded, taking a few sips.
"Can we go home?" She asked after a while, "I don't want to stay here."
Alex sighed. "We need you to stay under these lamps so you'll get better, hopefully it'll help kickstart your powers. Besides, this way everyone can help keep an eye on you and if anything happens, or you start to feel worse, we're right here."
"Yeah, but if we go home you can keep an eye on me," Kara huffed, clearly upset about what Alex had to say.
"Kara-"
"Please Alex? I'll be so much more comfortable. Besides, who knows when my powers will come back, I'd rather wait it out in the comfort of my own home. You can stay with me, and if things get worse we can come right back here," Kara argued. Her back was starting to hurt from laying on the hard surface, and the sun lamps were only aiding her headache.
Alex sighed, "I'll be right back."
The brunette walked out of the room, making her way over to where Director Henshaw was huddled over a laptop.
"Director?" Alex inquired, giving him the opportunity to turn around before she continued.
"Alex? What's wrong, is Kara okay?" Hank tensed, ready to rush back to the med bay.
"She's awake, and seems to be doing a little better. Her fever's down, but.." Alex glanced at the ground, "She wants to rest at home."
Alex didn't have to look up to know what expression Hank was sporting, his long sigh of what seemed to be disapproval was enough.
"Would you stay with her?" He asked after a moment of silence.
Alex's head jerked up, confusion etched onto her face.
"O-of course, I wouldn't leave her apartment," She stuttered, surprised.
"Just call us if she gets worse," Hank muttered, extending his hand towards the direction Kara was in, giving Alex permission.
"Thank you Sir," Alex grinned, nearly jogging back to where Kara lay. She hadn't expected him to be so compliant, but wasn't about to second guess her luck.
Hank watched as Alex walked away, shaking his head. While he didn't agree with Kara leaving the DEO in her condition, he knew Alex wouldn't have given up without a fight, and there was no way he was dealing with that today.
"Here, let's get you to your bed," Alex muttered, closing the door behind them as the two sisters walked into the apartment. Kara was leaning heavily on Alex, still breathing fairly harshly.
"Couch," Kara rasped, her eyes half-open. The car ride here hadn't helped her headache at all, which seems to have almost doubled since they left the DEO. She didn't feel quite as warm, but her legs were nothing more than jelly as the two stumbled towards the couch.
Kara collapsed onto the sofa rather ungracefully, and brought her knees to her chest slowly. Everything ached, everything hurt so much, and she just wanted to cuddle up with Alex and sleep. Now that she was away from the sun lamps, Kara felt herself shivering slightly. Her apartment wasn't usually cold, but today it was a bit frisk.
Alex frowned a little at the sight, and she draped a blanket over Kara's balled-up form.
"Are you cold?"
Kara shrugged. "Yeah kinda," she muttered. Alex brought a hand to Kara's forehead, and Kara winced at the coldness of her sister's skin.
"I think your fever's up again," Alex huffed, walking into the kitchen to find a thermometer, "Do you want anything to eat?"
Kara's stomach churned at the idea of food, and she closed her eyes quickly.
"No," she rasped loudly.
Alex sighed, for Kara to turn down food meant she was really feeling under-the-weather. Returning to her sister, Alex stuck the thermometer under Kara's tongue, despite the face the blonde made.
"After this you need to get some sleep okay?" Alex insisted, checking the temperature as soon as the device started beeping.
107.
Her fever had definitely returned in full strength.
Kryptonians usually ran warmer than humans, but if it got to be around 109 Alex would have to take her back into the DEO.
Setting the thermometer aside, Alex sat down on the couch besides Kara. Kara rolled over, nesting her face into Alex's shoulder.
"You're warm," She muttered, drawing the blanket closer to her body.
"I'm glad to be your own personal heater," Alex chuckled, raising her arm so she could drape it over Kara's shoulders.
Kara's chest rumbled with a small bit of laughter, but Alex winced when she ended in light coughs.
"Sorry," Alex mumbled sympathetically. "Just get some sleep, you'll feel better when you wake up."
"Mmm hmm," Kara muttered. "Night 'lex."
Alex smiled, leaning back into the couch. Kara was already growing heavier, and the stress from the day was starting to catch up to her.
Closing her eyes Alex felt herself drifting off, until she joined Kara in a deep and comfortable sleep.
-fin-
A/N:
This story will be a collection of oneshots/twoshots, so while this is the end of this prompt I assure you it will not be the end of this publication. If any of you have any prompts you'd like to see written that fit the illness/injury theme of this collection, feel free to send them my way! I have quite a few prompts of my own, but I am happy to add a few more. I may not be able to write all of them, but I will let you know accordingly.
Thank you,
Reyna
