Conversations on a Balcony
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Kara could barely breathe. Her lungs tried to pull in air but the pain was so overwhelming that she just closed her eyes and let herself sink...
"No!" Cat cried out. "Open your eyes, Supergirl. Open them right now."
"Get her on the gurney!"
Kara thought she heard Alex and a little smile rose to her lips. Her two favorite people with her. Maybe dying wouldn't be so bad after all. But no, she'd promised Cat that she'd live so no dying today.
"Her vitals are low but she's with us," Doctor Hamilton said. Kara felt something touch her face. Oh. Glasses. Then she felt her suit melt away, leaving her in nothing but her underwear. The glasses were removed again.
"Kara," Cat was saying. "Open those baby blues. Come on, Sweetheart."
Kara wanted to but everything was just so... weird... and heavy... and weird. "Cat," she managed to get out.
"Yes!" Warm hands closed around one of hers and she tried to hold on. Tried. Tried. Tried. Tried. "I'm here, Baby. God, Kara, stay with me. Please."
"It's lodged between her third and fourth rib," Alex said. "Have that lead lined box ready, Doc." Then a moment of quiet. "Shit, she's bleeding into... Hemothorax! She needs a thoracostomy. Cat, get back."
Kara couldn't breathe and as her lungs burned for air, she managed to open her eyes and look into her wife's. "I love you," she wheezed speaking more with her eyes than she could with her voice.
"NO!" Cat cried out. "Don't you DARE fucking die on me! You fight, Kara! You fight for me and our children."
A small smile crossed Kara's lips but then she cried out in pain. Alex was shoving a tube into her chest and suddenly, she could breathe again. She took in a deep breath and heaved it out again. "Cat."
"Oh God... thank God," the older woman groaned. "You scared me half to death." Then Cat's hands were on her again.
"Sorry," Kara said. Then she screamed as the pain got much worse.
"I'm so sorry, Kara," Alex was saying as she assisted Doctor Hamilton will pulling the kryptonite bullet out of her sister's chest.
"Hold her down, Alex. I can't get a grip on it," Hamilton ordered.
Even weakened by the kryptonite as she was, Kara was surprisingly strong and it took Cat and Alex both to hold her down as she screamed and writhed. "FUUUUCK! Please stop! It hurts!" But then the pain eased and she slowly calmed down. Hamilton dropped the bullet into a lead lined box and an agent quickly took it from the room. Kara's eyes fluttered closed but this time from relief.
"She's starting to heal," Hamilton said. "Pull the tube, Alex." A quick sting of pain and Kara could finally relax fully.
Cat's fingertips ran gently through her hair. She wasn't able to speak. Tears blinded her. She wasn't sure she could keep doing this. Keep watching the love of her life getting hurt. Over and over. Her wife, the amazing superhero.
But when her hero's blue eyes opened and Kara smiled that gorgeous, loving smile at her. Cat knew she'd never leave her side. Not until the day she died.
Alex pulled off her blood-soaked gloves and, after leaving a gentle kiss on her sister's forehead, walked slowly to command ops and out onto the balcony. She pulled out her phone and hit a contact, waiting a moment as it rang. "J'Onn," she said quietly. "I need your help." She swallowed and her eyes grew cold. "I need your help putting a bullet in someone's head."
