He took her hand in his squeezing it and leading her up the stairs.
"Let me see your hands"
He disappeared into the bathroom.
"Why?"
"Let me see them now Lois." He said softly while reappearing from the bathroom.
She glared at him
"Give me your hands right now."
His voice was serious and commanding.
She balled her fists in his bed sheets.
"Why should I?"
He reached over and pulled her hands from the sheets with as little force as possible.
He turned her hands over in his, rubbing away the makeup with his thumbs. He then turned them over rubbing at the knuckles.
"Lois?"
She wasn't looking at him.
"I'm going to call Chloe."
She looked back at him. Eyes cold and unforgiving.
"She needs to check if there's any other cuts or bruises."
He rubbed antiseptic on her knuckles and palms then wrapped her hands in white gauze.
"My parents are going to be back from Metropolis in a week. I'm going to call them next and give them a heads up. They'll call someone to help you."
"Don't."
He watched her facial expression remain the same. But he knew her well enough to know that she was screaming inside.
"Why not, give me a reason why this happened." She looked away, "You don't have one, do you? If you tell me everything, and I mean everything, I won't call anyone unless I find it necessary. That also means you have to get let me fix your cuts, if there are any others. No matter where they are. You got that?"
She shifted uneasily. "Yes."
She played with the hem of her shirt. His large hands joined hers lifting the shirt over her head.
"Woah."
They hadn't looked this bad before. He ran his hand along the bottom of a deep sap invested scrape that ran from the middle of her rib cage to her hip.
"They have sap in them."
She was watching the sky. This wasn't her! She'd never let him do this. She would rather die than let him discover her weakness. All this He knew. He looked to her face. Maybe she was already dead.