AN-

I thouhgt I'd give yall one a little early bc my week is crazy and I know I'll forget to post on Tuesday. So here it is.

More comfort and angst and Kara feeling like crap in general. I really like this chapter. Hope you guys do to.

Let me know!

Parking the car and helping Kara out is an entirely different struggle then getting her up into the SUV was. Luckily Alex got a spot by the elevator, Kara really wasn't sure how she'd make it much farther than that 20 feet.

Making it to her door would prove very difficult as it was about 60 feet from the elevator. By the time Kara crutches from the elevator to her door she's exhausted. The pain in her ribs sharp from the press of the upper handle and her scraped palms stinging against where they hold nearly the entirety of her body weight against the not so cushioned rubber.

Alex watches her with careful understanding as she unlocks the door. She had used crutches more than should really be ok. She knew the press of those crutches into sore ribs was quite possibly the worst. She's always impressed with Kara when she gets hurt, in a quietly proud kind of way. Her little sister was the farthest thing from a wimp you could get. She didn't complain. She didn't whine. She was so tough and took it like a champ. Especially considering that usually when she did get hurt it was pretty bad.

Though at the same time as being proud of her sister's composure she was a little put-off by it as well. She wanted Kara to be able to hurt without fear of what Alex would think if she wasn't so tough all the time. It also made caring for her more difficult than it needed to be. "Let's get you settled."

"Alex, I told you, I'm fine." Alex almost snorts a laugh at her sister's confirmation of her inner dialog about trying to be tough. Bull shit you're fine.

"I am not going to even dignify that with a response." Kara sits slowly on the couch and Alex joins her a minute or so later handing her a glass of water and a couple of pills. If she was being honest since sitting down Kara feels like she's stepped onto one of those spinny carnival rides her and Alex would always try out in the summer against Eliza's advice. They only ever regretted it if they did the junk food ally visit before the ride, however. This, Kara thinks, feels a lot like that.

She squeezes her eyes shut gripping her knee with one hand and the handles of the crutches with the other in a meager attempt to steady herself. Alex takes her crutches from her hand and lays them down against the bottom of the couch, both of Kara's hands grabbing at her knees now. "Dizzy?"

Her head bobs a little bit in a really sad attempt of a nod where it was ducked forward. "A little. S'ok though."

Alex puts an empty bowl on the coffee table and scoots it closer to the couch to be in easy reach incase Kara feels the need to get sick again. She scoots closer to the still spinning blonde careful not to make any shift on the cushion that might aggravate Kara's hip. Kara's head was resting on her hands now trying to find a balance of squeezing her head enough to help slow the spinning but not hard enough to make the pounding worse. Alex knew that struggle all too well. "We should get your leg up and you should get some sleep."

"Alex." Not sleep. Please not sleep. Also, don't baby me. I'm an adult. The young woman drops her left arm and tilts her head to look at her older sister. If the look was supposed to carry any meaning, it's not found. Her eyes are a little glassed over and her eyelids droopy over those beautiful blue eyes.

Fine, if Kara didn't want to sleep they could talk for a little bit first. Alex felt a little bit bad in taking advantage of Kara's current state to get her talking but at this point she really didn't know what else to do. "Care to tell me how you blew your powers? Does it maybe have something to do with late nights - or rather never ending nights - at CatCo and the DEO?" The sassy older sister tilts her head and raises a knowing eyebrow.

"I can't sleep. Ok?" Alex doesn't respond in hope of teasing out more from her sister. She had finally gotten her to talk a little bit, she didn't want to scare Kara back inside her head "I haven't slept more than a few hours total since…"

"How long?" Alex rubs slow circles on Kara's back where she is still bent over, head in her hands, looking into the floor.

Kara takes a moment and sits up and slowly leans back against the back of the couch, letting her head drop to rest against the cushion behind her. "Six-"

"Days?"

Kara shakes her head slowly, a blush rising up on her cheeks as she looks down and away from an increasingly concerned Alex. "Weeks." She mumbles her correction preparing for a full blown explosion about how irresponsible that was. "Six weeks."

"Kara-" The hurting girl's eyes well up with tears at the soft utterance of her name. Alex knew she was struggling, that much was obvious from her change in demeanor but she didn't realize it was this bad. Six weeks? Jesus. She would have been more mad if Kara had said 6 days. She wished she could have been mad but Alex felt her heart breaking as she watched her sister carefully.

"I know, ok? I know. I should be sleeping, taking care of myself better. I tried at the beginning Alex, I really did. I promise I did. I'd lie awake for hours staring at his empty side of the bed. Trying to remember what it was like to have him there. What it felt like. How cute he was when he smiled in his sleep. Then I memorized my ceiling. If I'd actually doze off I'd get nightmares and wake up 20 minutes later so I stopped trying. If I was going to be awake I might as well be productive, rebuild the city I destroyed. Protect people better- I can cover a few major cities this way. Write more. I didn't see the point in trying anymore."

"K-" She starts to talk but Alex really didn't know what to say yet but her sister, her little sister, looked so broken as she tilted her head back to look at that same ceiling she said she'd memorized in her bedroom. She was fighting so hard to keep tears from spilling over her eyelashes and Alex wished, just for a second, that she would quit- give up fighting- and just let her help. Even if that was just letting Alex hold her while she finally let herself feel her grief in entrity.

"Please, Alex. I know. I don't want a lecture and I really don't want to talk about it. It's sad and pathetic but it's how it is. So, please, let's not talk about it." She didn't want to talk about how people's hugs just reminded her of his hugs and that really hurt her heart. Or how gentle soothing touches reminded her of the way he would hold her when she was at her lowest. Or how even bacon didn't make her excited anymore. Or about the book all underlined to hell beneath her bed in a box of his things that she wasn't even sure if he had finished. She didn't want to talk about how she spent as little time in her apartment as possible anymore for those same reasons. It just felt so… empty. But it also felt like he would pop his head in the door at any moment and moronically yell HONEEEEYYYY I'm HooooOOOOMEEEE and then everything would be better when he smiled at her and picked her up in a hug before ruining the kiss he would surely plant on her lips with a smile. Damn, that smile.

"Why didn't you tell me? I could have tried to help?"

"Do what? Sing me to sleep? No it's ok. This isn't something you can fix for me. This isn't something you can protect me from. And that's ok." Kara had thought about it a few times, asking Alex to come over, to see if it would actually help. She didn't want to pull her sister away from Maggie though. She knew both of them would have been more than fine with it, insisted even, but it was a small comfort to know that they were spending time together. That at least they were happy.

"Are you mad at me? You push me away, you brush off my hugs… You fly off as quickly as you can. We don't talk anymore. We haven't done a sister's night in months… You don't come out to the bar anymore. Eliza said you've stopped calling. You can't seem to stand being in the same room as me anymore..."

"No, Alex, no… I'm not upset with you. It helps knowing that you are so happy. I promise." Kara looks at her sister. She knew that Alex was worried, probably even a little bit hurt from Kara pulling away but it had to be this way. Kara couldn't lose Alex like that and pulling away made it easier to not think about it. She also didn't really want to be comforted even though her bones screamed for it.

"What is it then?" Kara please tell me. She wants to beg her sister to let her in. Grab her by the shoulders and shake her until she comes to her senses. But she also doesn't want to push her too far because she can't stand the thought of Kara closing off any more than she already has. It's breaking her damn heart. "Kara, please. Please."

She wants to say: Every time someone touches me I wish it was him. Every hug, every squeeze of a hand, every forehead or temple kiss. Even though I don't think I could handle this if you weren't happy, you and Maggie make me wish that things could be different. I see you two and I see everything I will never be able to have. Sitting still for longer than 30 minutes makes me anxious. Focusing on anything is hard enough, I'd never make it through a movie. I can't eat and that'd just make you more worried. And that wasn't even a fraction of everything she was thinking, but instead she bites her tongue and stuffs it deeper inside for another day.

"I can't…" the blonde nearly chokes out with a sob, hanging onto an ounce of control. "I can't put it into words." She could though couldn't she? Her thoughts were in words. Why couldn't she just let them past her lips? Wanting to tell Alex everything she'd been holding in for the last few months and breakdown completely in her sister's arms but also knowing that once she did that she didn't know how to go from there. Here, at least, she knew to just keep trudging forward and eventually one day it wouldn't feel like this.

"Try."

I want to so badly Alex, I wish I could but it won't solve anything and I already know what you're going to say so what's the point? The idea of talking about it makes me feel so weak and I really can't handle that. "Why? Talking won't make it better. Words… words mean nothing. They solve nothing." She verbalizes what she's been telling herself for months. It won't help. You already know what she'll say. There's no point.

Kara thinks she might have actually broken something inside her sister when she tells her that. Alex shoulders deflate just a little too much and it actually looks like she'd punched her in the gut for a second. "Kara, your words have helped more people, have helped me, more…" It's then her hand finds the side of the struggling hero's face, making her turn her head to look at Alex instead of the newest interesting spot on the floor. Alex drops her voice to a whisper in seeing those deep blue eyes Kara knows only fit with Mon-El's description of comets. "What are you afraid of?"

You looking at me with more worry and sadness in your eyes. You looking at me like I'm broken. You being upset I'm jealous of what you have with Maggie. You thinking it's silly for me to feel like this after a couple of months of an up-and-down relationship. That once I let myself feel all of it I won't be able to put myself back together because you know as well as I do, that as much as I love him, this is not just about Mon-El.

She has to look away again at that, the tears welling up in Alex's eyes too are too much. Rao this is all too much. "I'm not afraid of anything. I just truthfully think that there is no point in talking about it. I'm not human, Alex. I can't pretend to be any longer." It hurts too much. A shiver runs through her as the room falls silent. Was her apartment always this cold? "I'm going to change."

"No, you stay put. I'll grab you something and help you." She stands. Kara's surprised she's not mad. Usually her being this stubborn and frankly, stupid, warranted some of Alex's mamma-bear tendicies to come out. Kara was thankful they were past that point, but a little scared too. Was she really that far gone? Alex seemed to have given up and Alex Danvers never gives up. "No, trust me. Crutches suck and trying to do things is a lot harder than you'd think. With that concussion you really need to keep your heart rate down and not exert yourself. Not to mention pressing crutches against jacked up ribs is quite possibly the worst thing. Like ever. Let me at least help you with this." Kara hears the plea in the way her sister nearly goes breathless as she speaks to her. Besides, who was she kidding, there really wasn't any way she was going to be able to do that on her own anyway.

Alex comes back to see Kara bent over with her eyes closed, hand squeezing her thigh on her hurt side as if trying to get it to relax to offer some relief to her aching hip. "How are you doing?"

"My head is still spinning and it feels all foggy and throbby." She decides to answer honestly. Really what good is lying going to do at this point anyway? At the very least it gives her cover to be a little bit less put together if she couldn't keep everything in check.

"Welcome to your first concussion Little Sis." Alex bends over to kiss the top of Kara's head. "The best thing to do is sleep, let your brain heal itself." Kara huffs as she leans her head forward against the hard part of Alex's hip. Her older sister's hand gently running the flat of her hand over the back of Kara's head and letting her fingers slide through the blonde waves. Rao, this feels nice. Even if Alex's hip is a little bit boney.

They stay like that a moment until Kara leans back into the couch with a choked groan, frustration getting the better of her. "Of course. Of course it is. I can't sleep and that's the only thing that will help. I've been staying busy to turn off my thoughts and I can't distract myself with anything. I stand but what I said, Kara Danvers sucks right now." The sad girl whose boyfriend left. I still don't like that girl, Alex. She also didn't like that she was this torn up over her boyfriend. The word seems so inconsequential. He wasn't her husband, or her fiance, he never would be. They were just two people at the start of a relationship-one she had never seen coming to an end but that really didn't matter anymore. They were just two people who could never be together again. That's it. It seems weak. But it also felt like boyfriend didn't cover the half of what Mon-El was to her. "And now I'm trapped as that? I don't get it. What did I do? Rao, What did I do to deserve this?" She almost slaps a hand over her mouth for blabbering that last bit… she really hadn't intended to.

"Kara Danvers is still my favorite." Alex kneels in front of her trying to meet her sister's eyes. She does for a second before Kara drops her head in defeat. A couple small tears sneaking past that dam she was trying so hard to build. Alex shifts forward and lets her sister's head rest against her shoulder, her hand resting on the back of Kara's neck. "Kara Danvers will always be my favorite." She kisses the line where that soft blonde hair meets a now wrinkled forehead.

The younger of the two Danver's tries to wipe her tears on the back of her hand. "Even when I'm being an idiot?" That's not what Kara means though, not really. Even when I'm broken? Even when I'm weak? Human?

"Especially when you're being an idiot." And of course Alex meant it in the ways her sister refused to say too. Kara lets her cup her cheeks and wipe away the remaining tears with a small nod, and frankly still quite tearful gaze, but neither one wanted to comment on that. Sensing that Kara was about at her emotional limit Alex takes mercy on her sister, "Ok, dummy, time to get you out of Lucy's clothes."

Kara nods with a tearful laugh as she tries to smile. "That is in no way an admission of any kind."

"No, of course not." The older sister snorts a laugh and lets her hand fall away from Kara's cheek. Alex's hands go to the hem of the shirt and gently pull it up and over Kara's head. To her sister's credit she only twitches the corner of her mouth in a small wince. Alex knew from experience that it warranted at least a stifled grunt. Getting a look at her sister's torso from this angle though makes Alex let out a low whistle. "Damn, that thing really did a number, huh?"

Kara looks up at her and chuckles a little bit before realizing that, yeah, laughing did not feel great . "Really? Hadn't noticed?"

"No kidding?" Alex jokes taking a sip of her own water. "You'd think-"

She's cut off by two quick knocks and the voice of their favorite CEO. "Delivery for Danvers."

Alex cuts off her laugh to yell at the women to come in. And come in she does, arms full of bags. "Brought the favorites. Pot-stickers for Kara, and crab rangoons for Alex." She shuts the door with the heel of her foot and steps further into the apartment, kicking off her heels in a smooth practiced motion.

"Lena," Kara gasps in pain from where she is twisted around the side of the couch to see, her curiosity outweighing her will to remain still and minimize her discomfort. "You didn't have to bring all of that."

"Don't be silly." Lena places the bags on the table and walks to the side of the couch to see a shirtless (but not bra-less) Kara. She turns away immediately, red rushing to her cheeks. She's aware that Kara can be shy sometimes while not others with almost no hint as to which way the blonde will be feeling and it had caught her a little bit off guard for her to been feeling so comfortable. "Oh, I'm so sorry. I'll give you some privacy."

"No, Lena. It's ok." Kara reaches out and catches her forearm. She really wasn't shy about her body, not like this when around her friends. Certainly not around Alex.

Ok, Kara was a little shy about her body most the time but not in her apartment. Besides she'd changed shirts in front of Lena before when she was helping her pick out something to wear. Pretty much as long as her bits were covered, Kara didn't mind. This was no different, except for maybe the hundred-thousand abrasions littering her upper body. That made it slightly more intense.

"Your help would actually be great." Alex calls from over her shoulder as she walks back toward Kara's bedroom.

Lena gasps as she looks at the dark bruises covering Kara's torso and arms with a little more focus. Some hidden by what looks like an adult version of a training bra. Not that Kara has much of a chest anyway. Lena notes that it looks like it's gentle on Kara's battered skin. Good. She can't help but take in the form before her. What she is sure is usually perfect, flawless tanned skin is more purple and green with bandages and minor cuts scattered across it like some small child's run at a collage for school. Also the way her skin seems to pull around her muscles and bones even looks uncomfortable. She realizes she's looked too long inventorying every little scrape on the best friend's torso moving upward toward her face when she catches a concerned look at Kara's tired eyes. "I'm ok."

Lena is endeared by her friends concern for how Lena would react to her being injured, taking a moment to comfort her when she knew Kara was in desperate need of relief. She wants to call her out for being a liar because, no way is her skin that bruised and she this ok, but Alex walks back. Lena notices that she's holding up a roll of ace bandage and a soft looking long sleeve t-shirt that Lena thinks looks vaguely familiar from a time she had gotten coffee with the couple.

Kara's face drips immediately from the smile meant to comfort her friend over her injuries to wide-eyed near panic as the color drains from her usually rosy cheeks "Can you grab a different shirt?" Kara couldn't get herself to get rid of his things, but she also couldn't really stomach the reminder either. It was a very precarious balance and yet another battle she was struggling to fight.

"It'll be easier to slide on without moving too much." Alex argues as she takes a step further into the living area still looking at the shirt and not noticing the change in her sister's expression. She wasn't really concerned with the shirt at all really, just that it would be the easiest to put on that she could find. She didn't want to make Kara more uncomfortable then she had too.

"It was…" She does however look up when she hears Kara's voice crack in the middle of a sentence. "It was his. Please." Her little sister drops her head embarrassed that it still matters if she can smell his cologne or be around his clothes. Kara wishes she could hug his shirt up close, press her face in it and remember what he smelled like, what he felt like. She wants to be able to grieve that way for a little while, to let that comfort her for a moment, but she didn't trust herself. It's as if she knew that doing so would cause her to lose what little control she had left and that simply could not happen. Too many people depended on her for her to allow herself to break like that. She needed to live up to be the hero Mon-El thought she was even though she rarely felt like it any more.

"Ok. No worries. I'll be right back." Alex gives her best reassuring smile and tries to hurry to grab a new shirt that hopefully wouldn't be a reminder for her. "Sorry."

"It's ok. You didn't know. You were just trying to help." She smiles again and Alex can't help but wonder when her little sister good at faking it. It looked like the real deal for the most part and Alex wouldn't have even questioned it in most other circumstances which is really weird because Kara was quite possibly the world's worst liar. A reminder comes to the front of her mind though when Kara had accused her of the same thing, and she had responded that it was a good cover if people thought you were a bad liar.

With Alex in the other room looking for a suitable shirt, Kara thought her sister was crazy, her shoulders were fine if not a little bit stiff. She could put on a freaking normal sized shirt, she wasn't that beat up. The other woman in the room had been standing off to the side letting the sisters work it out but Kara's attention is called back to her when she pulls a chair in from the kitchen table to sit where Kara could easily see her without twisting. "Thank you, again, for bringing food over. You didn't have to do that."

"Of course I did, Kara. You're my best friend." Lena flashes her a bright toothy smile only made to look larger with the stark red lipstick she claims is a Lena Luthor signature look. "Besides someone has to make sure you are actually eating."

"I eat." Lean huffs out her protest almost immediately. It had become obvious that her best friends appetite had disappeared when the snacks constantly provided by Kara had become non-existent and Kara had only ordered a small meal when she would actually take the time to grab lunch with Lena. There's a shift in the room as Kara considers the woman sitting in front of her "I just thought…" you'd be really mad and hurt and wouldn't want to see me for a while.

"You being Supergirl does not change anything." Lena leans forward in her chair toward the woman who she though would surely be babbling by now in the way she tends to when she's nervous. "I mean it. Kara Danvers is still my hero."

Kara blushes at that and looks away. Not wanting Lena to see the truth about Kara Danvers in her shining blue eyes. Kara Danvers is weak. Kara Danvers is pathetic. When Lena had first told her that she nearly cried on the spot. She always felt so inadequate as Kara Danvers but for someone to pick the nervous girl of a nobody over the cape pretty much blew her mind. "Don't you want to know why? Why I lied for so long?"

"Yes of course I'm curious, but I'm not going to push you to tell me. It's your secret to tell, Kara. I have no right… besides I have my theories." Lena tilts her head in true Lena Luther fashion still smiling at Kara as if to encourage her to talk when she's ready.

The girl of steal takes a deep breath before starting, running her hands over the material on the couch to rid them of the nervous moisture on her palms. "It's not because your a Luther."

Lena laughs at that. She knew it wasn't. That was never even a question. Not with Kara. "I know. I that concern never even crossed my mind. This is you we're talking about. Video evidence wasn't even enough to convince you I was guilty, Kara."

The blonde nods and a lump slides down her throat as she presses forward with the explanation. "It puts you in some danger but I really just liked how our friendship was. You didn't have to worry, you didn't expect anything. It was just me. I felt like I could be genuine around you and that was something rare. Everyone else expects a lot of me even if they don't mean to and you had no reason too."

"I understand. It's ok.

"You deserved to know."

Alex walks back in after finally finding a satisfactory shirt before Lena can say anything more to lighten some of the guilt Kara kept on her shoulders. Alex holds open the bottom opening of the shirt and helps Kara slide it over her head. The older sister tugs the bottom down for her sister once her arms are through. As Lena watches she gets a little bit nostalgic of watching Sam help Ruby into a shirt while they were in college and she was just a little thing.

Alex kneels down in front of Kara, carefully she starts to remove the shoe and sock from Kara's good foot "I can do that you know."

Alex rests her forearm on her knee still knelt on the floor in front of her sister. The shoe and sock already set behind her out of the way. She lets out a sigh at the stubbornness in the young Kryptonian "Just relax, ok?" Give yourself a break for 5 minutes. I know every time you move it makes it worse.

"Fine." Kara huffs, puffing air up her face to move a stray hair tickling her cheek. Alex shakes her head and helps her slide into one of her fuzzy socks. Lena feels a wide smile spread across her cheeks as she watches Kara pull the collar of her shirt up to her nose with both hands to hide the lower half of her face and rub the soft worn cotton to the underside of her nose. Alex sits back on her heels placing her hands on her thighs and looks up at her sister with a soft but amused smile. Kara doesn't notice, her eyes closed lightly either fighting off the sleep pulling at her conscious or allowing herself to revel in a moment of comfort for once. If she had noticed the way the women were watching her she certainly would have said something or put the walls back up. Lena and Alex both find themselves missing the days when Kara would have just blushed and leaned into the comfort.

"Kara," Alex probes gently still from her spot on the floor. She reaches up and tucks some escaped golden locks behind the girl's ear.

"Hmmmmm?" Kara hums in question. Let me be Alex I'm so tired and my hip finally stopped screaming at me.

"Ready to get into more comfortable pants?" Alex holds a pair of baggy cotton sweats up Kara always keeps around. The blonde opens her eyes and slowly drops her hands nodding but not without betraying a little weariness at moving her hip to stand up again. It really hurt. "We'll go slow." Alex lays the pants down on the coffee table and puts the ace bandage on top of them trying to reassure the hesitant blonde before her. She only stands up when Kara gives a more determined nod of permission. "Lena if you'd let her lean into you while-"

"Absolutely." Lena walks over to the other side of the coffee table and grabs Kara's arm on her her good side while Alex helps her from the other side. A small yelp gets lost in the otherwise quiet apartment as they pull Kara to her feet. Lena immediately ducks to loop the blonde's arm over her shoulders to let Kara lean nearly all of her weight into her. Lena circles the hurting hero's waste with her arms as gently as she could while steadying her.

Alex helps to hold her upright with a hand on her back and belly button from where she knows Kara wants to bend forward to attempt some relief from the fresh waves of pain surly ripping through her nerves. She presses a little harder then would be comfortable for Kara when she starts to wobble on her feet trying to shift further into Lena. "Easy Kar. We've got you."

Kara drops her head sideways allowing it to rest on top of Lena's shoulder and using the CEO's neck to keep her head from falling anymore forward. Despite the relaxed exhaustion controlling Kara's head as it must feel too heavy for her neck to hold up, Lena feels muscles strain against her right arm. Kara's abs flexing against her forearm where it tries to brace her from falling forward. "Give me a second." She murmurs against Lena's blazer's lapel. Her right hand gripping the fabric at Lena's left hip as she gives a feeble attempt to balance herself and calm her breathing back down.

"Take your time." Lena feels Supergirl shaking against her so she dips her head down to press a gentle kiss to the top of her head knowing there was little else she could do to offer any comfort. Her and Alex shared a pained look of concern and understanding as Kara struggles against her chest, Lena doesn't have to see to know those beautiful blue eyes are screwed shut. Lena wishes she could move her arms from bracing the girl's middle to rub her arm or her back and soothe her that way but that would only end with a broken Kryptonian on the floor. "Lean into me, Kara. It's ok."

Alex is on her knees in front of her sister silently waiting for the OK to move forward. "Ok." Kara breathes out opening her eyes. "Ok, I'm ready. Sorry."

"Don't apologize for that. You're hurt, Kara. It's ok if you need a second."

"Yeah, but.."

"No buts, nope. There is absolutely no reason to be sorry." Alex looks into those glacial eyes swirling with pain. "You ready, Sis?" Kara lifts her head from Lena's shoulder and gives her sister a nod. When Alex moves her hands up to the belt on Kara's shorts the Kryptonian reaches down to help, releasing her hand from Lena's now very wrinkled blouse. She lets Alex do the belt buckle but struggles through the button and zipper on the shorts, her brow knit in concentration.

Kara tenses against Lena and her hand flies back to grip at Lena's blouse again when Alex starts peeling the waste band from Kara's hips. She sucks her bottom lip between her teeth with a sharp intake of air that doesn't seem to quite reach her lungs and bites down hard enough to draw blood. "Sorry." Alex whispers as she continues to work the shorts down Kara's legs.

"S'ok." Kara chatters out through her clenched teeth, the quaking returning to her body with fresh waves of pain. "I'm ok."

"Not very believable at the moment there, Supergirl." Alex chuckles at her sister trying to make her feel better. The blonde finally stops shaking when her long tanned legs further exposed from where the shorts stopped at Kara's mid thigh. The muscles obviously straining to keep her upright as the twitches in the fibers are visible beneath the taut skin scattered with bruises. Her running spandex cover the top parts of her thighs, just below the hinge of her hip, not doing much to hide the gruesome discoloration of the offending joint.

Lena is glad she can't see the bruise on Kara's right hip, especially after Agent "hardass" Danvers inhales sharply in sympathy. Alex, however, wastes no time in helping Kara slide the shorts over the cast and off her bad leg. Lena squeezes the blonde ever so slightly when she lets a small cry pass her clenched teeth. "Hang in there Kar, this one's going to hurt a little." Alex warns hinting for Lena to lift Kara slightly to allow her to step out of the other side. Kara maneuvers a little bit to help but when shaky tearful breath of "oh ho ho" gets out the hero accidentally lets the two women know just how much pain she is in. Thank Rao for Alex though for possessing the skill slide the new pants under the foot in one motion.

Alex grabs the ace bandage off the table behind her and looks up at Kara who is watching her carefully. The older sister reaches forward and grabs one of the pillows off of the couch and puts it down in front of Kara's bad leg. "Rest your cast on this pillow so you're leg is a little bit forward. I'm going to do what's called a SPICA. It should help."

Alex adjusts as she kneels in front of Kara wrapping the first loop around her thigh as gently as she can. She then reaches to wrap the bandage around her hip pulling the elastic tight for support. Kara just lets Lena hold her up as her sister makes quick but uncomfortable work of wrapping her hip. She no longer had the energy to even try to make it look like she was holding herself up and decided to surrender completely to her sister and best friend's help.

When Alex is done she sits back on her heels and looks back up into Kara's clear blue eyes still a little bit watery from the movement and exertion. She's still trying to smile though and it warms Alex's heart to see her sister smile again despite the pain, it seems real, and it's clear Kara is thankful for the help even if words aren't coming easily to her at the moment. "See how that feels." She rests her hands on her thighs just a second until she see's Kara's pained determination to try and move her own leg back under her hips. At that look, the disappearance of the soft smile, Alex reaches forward and guide's Kara's leg back as gently as she can.

"Thank you."

"Yeah, absolutely." Alex pops back up to her feet into a squat, content with taking the small victory. The older sister stands from where she was squatted as she pulls the pants back up careful not to touch Kara's hip too much even with the added support of the wrap. It will be incredibly tender for at least a week if it takes that long for her powers to come back. Alex had never dislocated her hip but she could only imagine how painful this must be for Kara.

Lena braces herself as the blonde still flinches away from the touch and further into the CEO's hold. She watches Kara biting down hard on her lip when the waistband is sitting against the screaming joint and feels terrible for the girl. In that moment Lena would do anything to take that pain away and give her best friend just a second of relief. Becoming unfocused on remaining on her feet as Kara tries to fight through the pain she wobbles enough for Lena to have to squeeze her very aggravated ribs.

The most obvious groan leaps into the air unhindered from deep within Kara. She only just catches herself from asking Lena to stop despite knowing very well that the raven haired woman was the only thing keeping her from face planting on the floor of her living room.

"You're hurting more than you told me at first aren't you?" Kara glances away at a suddenly very interesting spot in the corner of the room. Lena can't help but feel just a little bit privileged that Kara has let her hold her for this long, that Kara is leaning fully into her, trusting her completely with her vulnerability. She watches Alex roll her eyes when Kara doesn't say anything and only chews on her lip a little bit embarrassed to have been caught. "Just tell me so I can help you. I'm not mad."

"Ok, yeah. Alex I've never been in so much p-p-pain." She chatters out as the tremors return, ripping at Lena's heart. Kara however has not stopped praying to Rao to just make it stop. Please. Make it stop. Since she had been leaning up against that building in Carson City. Those prayers from the back of her mind growing louder and demanding more of her attention with each new onslaught of pain. "The wrap thing isn't really helping."

"I didn't think so. It will help more the longer it's on and when we get you settled. Just tell me how you're feeling, Kara. There's no reason to suffer if we can do something to make it suck a little less, ok? It's not being a wimp or a baby or anything like that. Not even a little bit." Alex gets a silent nod from her sister and she knows that's the best she's going to get for the moment. She does however catch Lena's eye who seems to be concerned with the lack of Kara wanting to feel better. Me too, Alex thinks, me too.

The two women tag team helping the now very exhausted Kara lay down on the couch. There's no short of groans and cries despite it being obvious how hard Kara was trying to stay quiet.

It somehow works out though and Lena takes the spot under Kara's feet, stacking two pillows provided by Alex on her lap to brace Kara's legs. "Are you comfortable?" The CEO asks as she cautiously rests her arm over the top of Kara's shins, careful not to bump the cast in a way to jar the other throbbing joint.

"Mmmhmmm.." Kara mumbles as sleep threatens to claim her once again. "Lena you don't have to stay. I'm sure you're busy."

"Don't be silly." She squeezes Kara's good calf. "James and Sam have it covered. There is no place I need to be other than right here." She holds her hand up as Kara goes to protest. "I know you don't think you need help or want to accept it. But you do and I'm not going anywhere."

"Lena-"

Alex cuts her off as she returns to the room with an ice pack. "Don't argue. Close your eyes, Kara. It's ok." She slowly gets an edge under Kara and wraps around her waist with Lena's help.

Kara presses her head back into the pillow again at the movement. "Ouch." A warning would have been nice.

"Sorry, but that should help."

Alex dips back into the kitchen and Kara tries to watch from her spot on the couch without much success. "You heading out? Trading off shifts with the-"

"Hell no. You're stuck with me." Alex cuts in before her sister can even think about finishing that sentence knowing it was going to be something incredibly self deprecating.

"Can't get rid of us that easily."