~ I do not own Supergirl or any of the characters ~
Lena laid her head on her desk as another rush of pain went through her feverish body. She shivered and wrapped herself tightly in her jacket. Lena tried to deny it, but she secretly knew she had the flu. She looked up suddenly when she heard footsteps enter her office. She was shocked to see her mother, Lillian, looking at her with surprising softness in her eyes. "You don't look so good, dear. " Lillian said softly. Lena moaned and laid her head back down. "I'm sick." she mumbled. The youngest Luthor was shocked when she felt her mother's hand on her back, rubbing it gently. "What hurts?" Lillian asked. "Everything. My whole body just aches." was Lena's tearful reply. Lillian continued massaging her daughter's back as she said "You should be in bed. Not working. " Lena groaned, having heard this lecture 1,000 times from different people. Lillian knew that her daughter wouldn't got to bed without a fight, so she did what she always had to do. "Turn towards me." she said. Lena did as she was told, but she was unsure why she had been asked to do so. She soon found out when she felt herself being picked up like a child. Normally she would've protested to this, but her body was too tired to fight, so she just laid her head on her mother's shoulder. Lillian smirked to herself as her daughter's grip tightened; it had always been a rare thing for Lena to let herself be held and she had kinda missed snuggling her daughter. Although now she was much heavier than last time, so Lillian wasn't able to bask in the moment for as long as she would've liked. She laid Lena down on the couch and covered her with a blanket. She then sat beside her and gently stroked her warm forehead until she fell asleep, which didn't take long. As soon as she was confident she could stand up without waking the sick girl, she left to get some water, medicine, and a thermometer. After what felt like forever she finally located the thermometer, it was the kind that you simply place on your forehead so she decided to go ahead and check Lena's temperature while she was still sleeping. She became worried when she saw what it read. "103.6"
Lillian sighed as she knew she'd have to wake Lena up for some medicine; her fever was simply too high to wait. She rubbed Lena's arm gently while calling to her. The CEO groggily opened her eyes and whined, threatening to cry. "Shh, it's ok. " Lillian soothed when she saw tears in her daughter's eyes. "You need to take some medicine, dear. Your fever is way too high. " Lena nodded and sat up, taking the pills quickly then laying back down. Lillian smiled proudly at Lena, as the last time she had given her medicine it was like a civil war to get her to take it. "That was very good, sweetie. You've definitely grown up..." the older woman's voice slightly broke as the sentence ended. She absolutely hated herself for never being there for Lena, she had overcome and been through so much, all without a mother. Lena was already half asleep, so Lillian kissed her forehead and stood up to get her phone. She sat on the other end of the couch, scrolling through her phone while she waited for Lena to wake up. Things were going well so far, but Lillian was worried that wouldn't last long. She knew the flu often involved some stomach problems, and vomiting had always been her weakness, even with Lex. The task of comforting the children when that happened usually fell on Lionel, but obviously this time she had no choice. All she could do was pray that Lena's stomach stayed settled.