Lena sat looking at the phone in her hand showing a text from Kara.

Kara: "Who's Lori?"

Her heart rate had picked up, and she was entirely grateful that she wasn't still hooked up to the monitor or she wouldn't be the only one who knew it. Given who she was, her reputation, and that she and Kara were in here with the door closed, the hospital staff would probably assume the reason for the raised pulse were something of a more intimate nature. Even though Lena was laid up and partially paralyzed, still the reputation of a Luthor proceeded all other things. Lena considered that for a moment. She knew she wasn't up for much, but a make out session would be a sight better than this conversation.

Swiping left on the message from Kara, Lena stared at the red word 'delete' that stared back at her. It would take their entire conversation history, every typed word sent by Miss Danvers, every emoticon, each and every adorable turn of phrase and remove them forever. That was a steep cost, but some prices were worth paying. For not the first time Lena regretted who she was, regretted her name, but she'd never regret this one decision she'd made. It was probably the hardest and most complicated thing she'd ever done in her life…and the most valuable. The billions of dollars that came with the Luthor name were worthless in comparison. Inhaling deeply and letting out a slow breath, Lena thrust out her chin and hit the delete button. She didn't believe in living with regrets.

Kara waited patiently, anxiously, for the text response from Lena. When instead Lena reached over and grabbed her phone, suddenly swiping left and deleting their conversation history, she snapped.

"What the hell!" Kara yelled grabbing her phone back and stared at the screen that showed a lacking of their…everything. Everything they had ever texted to each other was gone forever. "What…why…you promised me an answer and then you…!" Eyes filling with tears, she just stared.

As one tear ran along Kara's cheek, Lena reached up a hand and stopped it with the back of her finger. It pooled there, dammed up along the length of her finger, and she pushed it away, following the finger with her thumb to dry the remainder. Kara was obviously hurt, and Lena wasn't surprised. These last few days Kara had seemed so open and vulnerable. There was so much sitting unsaid between them right now, but this was neither the time nor the place to say them.

Picking up her phone again, Lena sent Kara a text.

Lena: "I'm sorry you're upset."

Kara looked at her phone then over at Lena, scowling deeply. "I'm not upset. This isn't upset. I'm incredibly hurt. You made a promise, and you're breaking it. How can I trust any of the promises you've made me?"

Ouch. Lena managed not to wince, but the girl had scored on her. Fighting with Kara Danvers wouldn't be enjoyable. Perhaps it would be a good exercise in negotiation, but not an enjoyable one. The blonde fought surprisingly dirty.

Lena: "I need you to ask me something else. Ask me anything else, and I'll answer it, just not that."

Kara shook her head. "I followed the rules. I didn't ask you something that I thought would be hurtful to you. Does talking about her hurt you?"

Lena considered that. Yes was a simple response, but entirely untruthful. The real answer was that she never talked about Lori because she had no one with whom to talk about Lori. The idea of being able to talk about Lori was… Lena took a moment allowing the idea to settle in truly and to let her heart speak to her. It wasn't her greatest skill. The idea of being able to talk about Lori was…good, great, liberating…damn.

Lena: "No, but it's dangerous."

That was a truth.

Kara's scowl returned as she started at her phone, then turned to Lena, "What does that mean, dangerous? Dangerous for who?"

Lena: "Whom."

"Not right now!" Kara shot back. "I am not in the mood to be schooled on my grammar or for you to passively aggressively dig at me or try and change the subject in some manner just because you don't like this one. Just because that was your mother's version of affection, don't think I'm about to accept it! That was Lillian, wasn't it!?"

Eyebrows slowly rising, Lena just stared. She was wrong about Kara. She only thought the previous comment had scored. This one took flesh. The problem was that it wasn't a cheap shot. It was right on target. Apparently, there was a tiger inside the kitten, and Lena found her…intriguing. As refreshing as Kara's sweetness usually was, it was nice to see she wasn't all whipped topping with a cherry on top.

Sighing heavily, Lena sent another text to Kara. It was short, simple, and to the point. At least she could answer one of the girl's questions.

Lena: "Yes."

Kara's head dropped down onto Lena's shoulder, and her voice was quieter, calmer, a gentle request. "We need to treat each other better than that. I know we've both been hurt by people in our past, but we don't have to become them. You know that. I know you do. I know you."

Damn that Danvers girl. Lena had iron-clad defenses that could stand against armies. Still, when those blue eyes looked up at her, and that sweet voice said 'please', Lena's defenses fell apart. When the lower lip jutted out, she handed over the keys to the treasury. Lena had been taught through years of frozen barbs and icy stares how to deal with the harshest environments this world had to offer. The gentle warmth that washed over her when Kara spoke, or even when Kara said nothing at all, that left Lena unarmed.

Lena: "Apparently you do. You deserve to be treated better than that. I apologize."

Nuzzling into Lena's shoulder, Kara turned her head so her breath brushed hairs along Lena's neck as she said, "You deserve to treat people better than that too. For your own sake, you deserve to never forget who you are. It's not where you came from."

Turning her head, Lena found herself face to face with Kara. There they were, those eyes that were just a shade too blue to be real hidden behind tortoise shell glasses, that perfectly straight nose that they rested upon, those lovely curved eyebrows, and those red lips that quivered with…Lena wasn't sure what Kara was feeling, but the girl's pout was deadly as always. At least the blonde wasn't crying right now.

They lay there for a while, neither speaking, neither texting, just holding each other in their gazes. For all the time they'd known each other, for everything they'd shared, these moments of silence were a new level of intimacy. There was a space between them they didn't need to fill with words, to use sound and distraction to push each other apart. For several minutes, Kara didn't speak, and Lena didn't turn away to look at her phone. Within this nothing, they grew closer together. However, it couldn't go on forever.

Clearing her throat slightly, Kara asked, "What are you thinking about right now?"

That eyebrow lifted, just the one, and with it, a slight curve played along Lena's lips as she turned away and brought her phone to meet her gaze again.

Lena: "Is that your new question?"

As Lena turned back to her, Kara squirmed her lips back and forth and said, "I…damn you. No." Then she leaned forward, sniffing at Lena's neck before she lifted her face and said, "Confidence."

Lena: "Excuse me?"

"You, if we bottled your scent, that's what we'd call it: Confidence, by Lena Luthor."

When Lena laughed, Kara could hear it, and she smiled back. Even above the buzz in her ears, that sounded good. It was full and throaty, going on for several seconds without pause. It said simple little things could still bring joy. It was a promise for happiness in the future. It was hope.

When Lena quieted, Kara asked, "So, are you going to break your word, or are you going to answer my question?"

Lena: "No and yes."

Kara took a moment to read then, remembering her question, turned excitedly to look at Lena.

Lena: "Not via text. I'll keep my word, but this can't be in a text. Telling you is already too dangerous. Any recorded information would just be bloody stupid."

Kara stared at that, feeling like she was being put off again. She knew for a fact there were texts between Lena and Lori. Sure, they were deleted afterward, but Lori was in Lena's contacts. This felt like a stall tactic.

"Are you telling me you never text with her?" Kara demanded.

Lena stared back for a moment, then began to text, her attitude obvious in her thumbs. She finished up with a flourish and turned her head to Kara, green eyes flashing.

Lena: "Is your phone encrypted?"

"Well not but…"

Lena was already nodding.

As Kara's voice fell off, she said, "…okay. So as soon as we can have a conversation, a face to face, speaking out loud and both hearing each other conversation…?"

Lena: "Without other prying ears, yes. You should let this go though, Kara. This gains you nothing. This could put you in danger. Isn't there anything else you could possibly want to ask me? You're wasting your Golden Ticket here, darling."

Brow creased together, Kara asked, "Is…is that a Willy Wonka reference? That seems random. Now I'm going to have to totally reimagine what you watch on Netflix. I really hope it was the Gene Wilder version." She added that last part with a mumble. "Anyway, the more you put me off, the more I want to know this. You've got the reporter in my going now, Lena Luthor. You talk about me being in danger, but which one of us is in the hospital bed?"

Lena: "Technically, both of us at the moment."

Kara's eyes dashed back and forth. "Okay, that's true, but you knew what I meant." She sighed, placing her head on Lena's shoulder again. "Would it be okay if I just stayed here for a bit and we didn't talk? I haven't been sleeping well, and I'm pretty tired. Plus…I just want to stay here with you."

There was no text in response, just Lena putting her phone on her torso. Then, when Lena's head turned, soft lips touched Kara's forehead. Kara's face lifted just in time to see that mouth retreat. Having super reflexes meant being in time to do something about it also, but Kara held fast. There was so much going on right now, and by this time tomorrow Kara would have an answer to a question that could be the very thing that kept them apart. Depending on that answer, Kara might reevaluate many choices.

Kara opened her eyes, reacting to the growling in her stomach. That wasn't an uncommon event, but this was an unusually tingly feeling. She blinked the sleep from her eyes, wiping a small trail of drool from the corner of her mouth that led to…whose shoulder was that? Memory met with realization, and a smile grew as she looked up to see Lena sleeping next to her. Even though they were crammed into a little hospital bed together, even though Lena was paralyzed, even though they'd both passed out exhausted from a week plus of fear and a fight over…whatever it was, what Kara thought was, 'I could get used to this.'

Something buzzed against her abdomen, and Kara jumped slightly before she realized her phone was on vibrate and face down on her. She lifted it, seeing she'd received a text from Maggie. Okay, she'd received three texts from Maggie. Huh, she'd also missed a few from Alex.

Maggie: "Where the hell are you kid!?"

Kara: "Sorry! I feel asleep."

Maggie: "Where? Alex has been by your place."

Kara winced, then ignored the question.

Kara: "What's up?"

Maggie: "The ultra-gang hit a big tech place. Some employees had gone back after closing, saw someone in there, and called the cops. Now we got us a hostage situation. These guys suck. Could use your help ASAP."

Kara: "Address?"

Maggie: "You OK for this?"

Kara took a moment to assess herself. The ringing was almost completely gone. She smiled slightly at not just that fact, but at what it meant for future conversations.

Kara: "At 99% and rising. Where are you?"

Maggie: "Meet me at Coliseum and Oakley. I'll be wearing a red carnation."

Kara smiled, then carefully extracted herself from Lena. She smiled down at the other woman sleeping so peacefully, then planted a gentle kiss on Lena's cheek. By this time tomorrow, they'd have had a very important conversation, and they'd see what that meant for them. It was frightening, but also exhilarating, kind of like flying into battle…speaking of which.

Hurrying out the door, Kara waved at the people at the nurse's station. "I've got to head out. If she wakes up tell her I…tell her my sister called and I had to go."

"Hey, wait up!" Nurse Knight called, running after Kara and sticking a piece of paper in her hand. "Doctor's orders. Fill that and don't come back tonight."

She looked at the paper. It was a prescription for…by Rao above, doctors all had the worst penmanship. She had no idea what this said.

"What is this? Is this for Lena?" Kara asked

"No, it's for you," he replied. "It's Ramelteon. It's a sleep aid. It's not dependence forming. It will help you fall asleep, but it won't keep you asleep. The doctor said you'd been having a hard time sleeping and said to make sure you didn't leave without this.

Kara pushed it back at him. "Oh, no thanks. I don't want—"

Hands up, he stepped away. "Oh, come on, Miss Danvers. Between the doctor and Miss Luthor, it's just little old me and powerful woman shoving me around. You gotta rescue me here. Just take it, fill it, and get some sleep. If you fall over, you won't be any use to your lady."

Kara looked up at the much larger man and nodded. "Fine, but only because you're such a dainty flower. I've got to go." Turning on her heel, she made her way to the stairs then the roof. She was sky bound seconds later.

Kara made it to the streets Maggie had given her in just about two minutes. That was one of the good things about the hospital. It was fairly, centrally located. She touched down, not seeing Maggie, but the brunette got out of her car a moment later.

Looking her friend up and down, Kara asked, "Where's your carnation?"

"I got hungry."

Hand to her own stomach, Kara nodded. She'd need to do something about that soon. "So fill me in. What do we know?"

Squinting, Maggie stared up at Kara's forehead then poked her lightly in it.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Kara asked, swatting Maggie's hand away.

"You have a lipstick stain on your forehead," Maggie said with a grin. "Perps are around the block. I didn't want you landing in all your glory and…can you hear me?"

Kara nodded, crouched down in front of a car mirror, trying to use her cape to wipe lipstick off her forehead. Why did Lena even have makeup in the hospital? Who had brought it to her? Probably Jess, the same person who kept sneaking Lena in work.

"Okay, cool. Just checking. So, I wanted to make sure you didn't land in the middle of the street and escalate things. Last time I think they were looking for you. This time I think they were planning to go undetected. You think you can use those baby blues for some recon?"

"Hmmm?"

Maggie shook her head. "Why is it always the pretty ones? X-ray vision, kiddo. Give me eyes on the inside, so we know what we're dealing with."

"Ah." Kara nodded, then began looking in the direction Maggie pointed. After a few moments of searching, Kara was able to find the group. Some of them had moved to the basement and looked to be drilling their way through to an adjoining building. "They're moving into that building." Kara pointed.

"How?" Maggie asked. "Security is still active there."

"They're in the basement, drilling their way through."

"Hmmm…Where are the hostages?"

"With them spread throughout the building," Kara replied. "It looks like they have four men upstairs, two front and two back near entrances. They each have a hostage. They have three more men in the basement, and there's another hostage down there."

Maggie sighed heavily. "Well, that sucks. I have to alert my men." She grabbed her radio and began to speak: "This is Sawyer to all on scene units. Please be aware that—"

Kara grabbed Maggie's hand, covering the radio and shaking her head. Then she pointed to her own ear and to the building again.

Taking her finger off the radio, Maggie asked, "Are you saying they're listening in on us?"

"That's what it looks like," Kara replied. "As soon as you started talking, one down there with a radio signaled the others to quiet down. Now they're all waiting, just sort of looking and waiting for something to happen. I think they're waiting on you."

Maggie considered that for a moment. They were waiting on her, and she needed to act now. Given time she'd come up with a really clever plan, but she didn't have time. Clicking on her radio again she said, "This is Sawyer to all on scene units. Please be aware that we've received confirmation that Supergirl is in Metropolis. Repeat, Supergirl is in Metropolis and will not be available for backup. We're on our own boys and girls. Sawyer out." Looking up at Kara who still stared at the building, Maggie asked, "Well?"

With a little smile, Kara replied, "They're high-fiving. I'd say your message was received. So now that they're not expecting me, I can—"

Grabbing Kara's arm, Maggie shook her head. "No. We can use this trick once, and they'll tell their crooked lawyers who well tell the rest of them, or we can not let them know that we know and we've got an advantage here. If they're on our channels, we've got to figure out how. It's only an advantage if they don't know we know."

Brow furrowing, Kara said, "You're sneaky.

"I know. Your sister hates it. I fight dirty too."

"So I'm out of this one?"

"Nah, just sit tight for a bit. You're on recon and transport duty. I'm going to drive back and tell the team that we'll be using our cellphones for the rest of this little endeavor."

As Maggie left, Kara kept her eye on the building and called her sister.

"Kara, where were you? Maggie was trying to get in touch with you for like forty minutes," Alex said.

"I have a life that doesn't revolve around everyone else's needs you know."

"Oh? So you were with Lena?"

Kara sighed. "Yes. I fell asleep."

Alex bit down her automatic response, which was to make some kind of sexual joke. Maggie was getting to be a bad influence, or perhaps a good one. For both Kara's and Lena's sake, Alex looked forward to making these jokes in future.

Instead of saying what came to mind, Alex said, "You must have needed the sleep."

"I guess so. Lena's doctor gave me a prescription for some kind of sleep medication."

"Oh, well that's nice but useless for you."

"Right?" Kara agreed. "I'll get some sleep when this is all done."

"I think you've been saying that for the past two years sweetie. Maybe you need a vacation."

Ignoring that statement, Kara said, "So, the reason I'm calling is I asked Lena about Lori."

There was silence from the other side of the line.

"Alex, did you hear me?" Kara asked.

"Yes," Kara breathed into the phone. "I'm just…well, guess I'm worried about you because you don't sound happy with the response. Is it what you thought it was? I mean, are they…?"

"I don't know."

"Jesus Kara." Alex sighed heavily. "Okay, just tell me what happened."

With a deep sigh of her own, Kara said, "Short version, and I'll give you the long version later, is that my hearing was still pretty screwed up, so we were texting to each other. She said she couldn't put it in a text. She actually deleted all of our text history just because Lori's name was in there. She promised she'd answer my question as soon as I could hear her and we were alone. I could hear her now."

"So you plan to do whatever you're doing for Maggie and wake Lena up in the middle of the night?"

"Well…I could wait for morning I suppose," Kara said hesitantly.

"How are you feeling about this?"

"Scared but glad I'm going to get closure. I need to know, Alex. I want something from her, at least to know if she…" Kara toed the ground, fidgeting in place. "If Lori is her girlfriend, her partner, her whatever, I just need to hear it. The more time I spend with her, the more I don't want it to be true. We curled up on her bed together today. Okay, it wasn't exactly curled up but…She let me put my head on her shoulder, and she kissed my forehead. I think I still have some lipstick on my head. That stuff is hard to get off."

"Sweetie…" Alex thought about what she wanted to say to her sister. Kara didn't need someone to tell her to protect her heart. Kara didn't need a reminder that Lena was paralyzed and that would be a tough relationship if they did move into one. Kara definitely didn't need someone saying anything negative against the woman who had stepped between her and a loaded gun just because that woman's last name happened to be Luthor. "I'm here if you need anything, but listen to your heart. I can't promise you won't get hurt. Your heart won't heal as fast as your body. I can promise you that the amount of pain you're risking is equal to the amount of reward you're risking. This seems like a lot of pain."

"It hurts right now, Alex."

"I know, sweetie," Alex replied. "What I'm trying to say is, this feels like a lot of reward too."

Smiling, Kara replied. "Thank you. You weren't always Lena's biggest fan."

"I don't know how I feel about her personally. I don't really know her. I know what she's done again and again, and I trust my little sister. It's hard not to be a fan of anyone who takes two bullets for your family. I've seen the video, Kara. I've seen it a lot. She saw the gunman. She saw where he was pointing, and then she didn't hesitate. She'd die for you. I may not know her, but I have to love that."

As Maggie's car pulled up again, Kara said, "I have to go. Your girlfriend is about to put me to work."

"Okay, tell her I love her."

"I will. Bye Alex. I love you," Kara said.

"Love you too. Later Kara," Alex said disconnecting

"Was that my woman?" Maggie said as she walked up to Kara.

"You call her that to her face?"

Deep dimples showing, Maggie nodded.

"She said she loves you," Kara informed Maggie.

"Of course she does. I'm amazing. So, I've got someone getting us the security codes for the building they're breaking into. They doing anything exciting?"

"More of the same. This is boring, Maggie."

"This is police work. It's mostly stakeouts, negotiations, and paperwork. Then we have a few moments of adrenaline in there. If you live through those, then we get to do more paperwork."

"It sucks," Kara said, leaning back on a car.

"We also eat donuts."

"I love donuts."

"You're halfway there kid. We drink coffee too."

That received a smile.

The result of the ultra-gangs theft and kidnapping ended up being anticlimactic. Kara took a few cops to the roof and let them into what would not normally be an entrance. The officers gained access next door with their security codes. Kara and Maggie sat in a car and Maggie use her phone to give the officers orders while Kara used her x-ray vision to keep an eye on the perps. In the end, the bad guys were taken down without a shot being fired. It was a long and slow process. Before the night was over, Kara desperately wished for some of that caffeine Maggie had mentioned…and maybe a box of donuts for dunking. In the end, she wished Maggie a good night while she snuck away outside of the sight of the perps. Kara was actually looking forward to a goodnight's sleep in her own bed, but the hospital was only two minutes away so she decided she'd make a quick stop in just to peek at Lena.

Stopping outside Lena's room, Kara stared in through the window and saw nothing but an empty bed. She assumed she had the wrong room and flew up and down the row, then checked the level above and below, but still no Lena. Returning to the room she thought belonged to Lena, Kara looked inside again and stared at the wiped board seeing the name Jake written on it. That was Lena's night nurse. It was after 10:00 PM and Lena hadn't just gotten up and gone to the bathroom.

"Where is the woman who was in the room!?" Supergirl demanded of the nurse at the station, one arm pointing down to the end of the hallway and directly at Lena's room.

"I…I…" As Supergirl floated in front of her, the nurse stammered, then swallowed. "It's um…visiting hours are…"

"Lena Luthor," Supergirl said, her fingers drumming on the desktop and sounding like firecrackers bursting with each fingertip's connection. "Where is Lena Luthor?"

For several seconds, the nurse shook her head, then said, "That's PHI."

"PHI?"

"Personal Health Information."

"Explain," Supergirl said, her tone a warning.

"Due to HIPAA laws, we can't release personal information to anyone who doesn't—"

As her whole body tensed, Supergirl's eyes glowed yellow.

"I can look it up!" The nurse said, her fingers tapping on her keyboard with near superhuman speed. "She…she…she's been taken to another facility for some kind of…it doesn't say. That's weird."

"Where?" Supergirl asked, between gritted teeth.

"It…it doesn't say. Look, you can look." The nurse turned her monitor sideways so they could both see it. "It should say. She's our patient, and there's all sorts of data missing from this form. I don't know how this got approved."

"Who put in the order? Who moved her?"

"Dr. Patricia Queen. Her name is right there."

Supergirl stared at the name. Dr. Queen was Lena's neurologist. "So she hasn't been transferred? She's being brought back here?"

"I…look, this is incomplete, but this isn't a transfer from. She hasn't been checked out. This is just a request to take her somewhere for an evaluation or a procedure or something. The form is fairly general, and this one hasn't been specified."

Floating about two feet off the ground, Supergirl leaned over the desk at the woman and repeated, "She's being brought back here?"

The woman nodded quickly, head moving up and down like a bobblehead.

"Where will they bring her in?"

"Uh, the ambulance bays. She has to be moved by ambulance on a stretcher. We have an emergency entrance in the front of the hospital, but around back is where patients come in and out. If I were looking for her, I'd wait around back."

There were tense seconds of wordless staring and then a whoosh, the nurse's hair moving with the wind of Supergirl's departure. If was several more seconds before the nurse was able to let out the breath she didn't even realize she was holding. She'd dealt with a lot of demanding patients in her time, but this was her first superhero encounter. As far as she was concerned, it could be her last.

Kara sat on the roof of the hospital, legs dangling. She'd paced, flown about, even squatted in her best gargoyle imitation. Given the hours, no ambulances had come by. When one finally did after two in the morning, Kara went from dozing to instantly awake. She was a hovering a half foot off the roof without even realizing it. As soon as she saw that pale skin and dark hair on the woman being unloaded, she was on her way down with haste.

Nurse Knight felt the breeze pick up before the hairs on the back of his neck reacted to another presence. He spun, staring at boots, which was not what he'd expected. He didn't back up though. Weight on the balls of his feet, and hands in loose fists, he stood ready.

"You planning to fight me?" Supergirl asked.

"I'm really hoping that's not why you're here," Nurse Knight replied.

"You know I'll kick your ass," Supergirl informed him.

"You don't fight because you know you'll win," he said unflinchingly.

Supergirl regarded him for several seconds, then let her eyes slide over to Lena. Eyes closed, the woman breathed slowly and deeply. She'd taken no heed of their conversation.

If possible, more of Supergirl's muscles tensed. "She's drugged."

"It was necessary for the procedure," Dr. Queen said as she stepped out of the back of the ambulance.

Suddenly inches from the woman, Supergirl stared at the doctor with eyes that glared with a yellow warning. "You. You're the one that took her."

Hand on the doctor's torso, Nurse Knight tried to slide between them and push the doctor back.

"It's all right Knight," the doctor said, stepping to the side. "Supergirl isn't here to hurt anyone. She's a friend of Miss Luthor's, aren't you?"

"What did you do to her?"

"Nothing harmful, I promise you that. We needed to do an outpatient procedure, and this facility wasn't properly equipped for it. I promise you, she's fine," the doctor assured.

"You snuck her out of the hospital in the middle of the night."

"Hardly. We had a specialist that was en route to Asia and was able to stop off here on the way. Our window was narrow, so we made use of the time we had. It was either that or move Miss Luthor to Asia. This seemed in all ways preferable, don't you agree?"

Dropping to the ground, Supergirl walked around to Lena. She looked fine, asleep, but fine. Brushing dark hair from pale skin, Supergirl asked, "Why wasn't…her partner here? Why was she alone?"

"Partner went home," Nurse Knight said, breathing a bit easier now that there wasn't a superhero in his face. "Anyway, Miss Luthor is an adult. We told her what the option was, and she jumped at it. Well, not literally."

"Alone?" Supergirl asked, her lower lip jutting out.

"No. She had her medical staff," the doctor replied. "What else did she need?"

"Her family," Supergirl replied, brushing at Lena's hair again. "She should have had her family here."

"I don't believe Miss Luthor is particularly close with her family," the doctor replied. "Supergirl, I need to get my patient inside. If you intend to follow us, none of us can stop you. If you intend to keep us out here…well…" There were lots of awkward looks back and forth.

Without looking up from Lena, Supergirl nodded slowly. "Let's just get her inside. That's what matters."

As they pushed Lena away, Supergirl took just a moment to see who drove the ambulance at it rolled away. Unsurprisingly, it was Kalia, the missing member of Lena's medical staff. They made it upstairs, and Supergirl ignored the startled look on the face of the nurse who was still at the nurse's desk. They all went to Lena's room where Nurse Knight changed sheets and prepped the bed.

When it seemed ready, but they were still standing around, Supergirl asked, "What are we waiting for?"

"Kalia," Nurse Knight replied. "Miss Luthor is a two person lift."

"I'm a person," Supergirl replied.

"Well…" He hesitated. "You aren't medical staff. Only medical staff can move a patient."

"Do you think I'm going to drop her?"

Looking over at the doctor, Nurse Knight said, "It's your call."

"I expect Supergirl has lifted a thing or two heavier in her time. Anyway, she has Miss Luthor's best interest at heart. Supergirl, there are handles on the board underneath the patient. If you'd grasp them on either side of her feet, the nurse here will do the count for the lift."

Supergirl nodded, taking the handles on the wooden board that ran the length of Lena's body.

Standing by Lena's head, Nurse Knight said, "On the count of three. One. Two. Three." On three they both lifted. Though it wasn't much effort for the large man, it was literally no effort at all for Supergirl.

Arms crossed, Supergirl stood off to the side and leaned against the wall while the medical staff took vitals and such. She scowled openly at Kalia when the other nurse showed up. Not to be intimidated, Kalia scowled back. Eventually, the staff finished up.

"She'll be sleeping for several hours," the doctor said. "You can come back and check on her tomorrow, Supergirl. I'll have a nurse stay with her, and we'll make sure she knows you stopped by."

Grabbing the chair that doubled as a bed, Supergirl whipped it to stop next to Lena's bed and got comfy.

"Oh, you're staying?"

"Looks like it. Unless a hospital catches on fire, I mean a different hospital, I'll be here until she wakes up. Any problem with that?"

"And if there is?" The doctor asked.

Lying the chair back and kicking the feet up to form a makeshift bed, Supergirl replied, "I'll still be here."

The medical staff left, but not before Nurse Knight grabbed Supergirl a pillow and blanket from the closet. He wished her a good night with a wink, and she smiled up at him. As he turned down the light and closed the door, she reached out and took Lena's hand. This beat the heck out of her comfy bed at home, and holding Lena's hand was the best medicine.

Hours later, a cacophony of birds outside mixed with sunlight touched Supergirl's senses yet again. That wasn't what woke her though. The growing light and battles between some selection of fowls had been ongoing for some time, and the sound she'd been working into a dream which involved visiting Clark in Smallville. No, the sound that woke her was a small murmur while a hand pulled away from hers.

Rolling onto her side, smile growing, the blonde watched while Lena slowly woke up. There was something glorious about the novelty of this process. First earlier last night and now this morning, she'd woken up next to Lena and not a Lena who was in a coma. Given Lena's medical condition, it wasn't the true joy of the first time waking up next to a partner. However, it still caused a warmth to spread from Supergirl's heart and throughout her whole body.

Leaning onto the edge of the bed so that her chin rested on her forearm, the blonde reached across with her other hand and played with Lena's hand. The immediate smile that came in response was very welcome indeed.

"You waking up sleepy head?"

"Mmmm." The sound hummed along Lena's lips, gentle and soft like her voice.

"You don't sound awake," the blonde teased, moving her hand to Lena's cheek.

Hand coming up to press against the one on her cheek, Lena blinked lethargically as her eyes struggled for focus. Framed by blonde hair, she found bright blueness peering out at her. Memory stirred, Lena closed her eyes and smiled as she dragged the hand on her cheek over to her mouth where she lay a gentle kiss on it.

Again there was that humming along red lips before Lena said, "Morning Kara."