Alex Danvers was a trained professional, in many fields. She was an expert in hand-to-hand combat, knew her way around a firearm, and she could get information out of basically anything that produced sound.

So why couldn't she keep herself together standing in an operating theater, like she'd done numerous times before?

Her hands kept shaking, even though she'd clenched her fists at least ten times. But she had to be here for this. They couldn't send her away, they wouldn't…

Of course Alex tried to cut herself some slack too. After all, this wasn't a routine surgery. This wasn't even anything remotely close to routine. This was her girlfriend. Lying on a table, bleeding and hurt and… God.

She'd seen her girlfriend bleed too much in the past few days.

Doctor Hamilton rushed into the room as fast as she could, heaving breaths. Her eyes widened when she saw the scene in front of her. "I- I came as soon as I heard…"

"K-kryptonite extraction." Alex looked up at her friend, trying to keep her voice steady. "I think she's been injected with crystals that altered… That…" She trailed off, unable to find words. She was having a black-out, right on the spot.

She clenched her eyes shut and took a shaky breath. "Uh… The… Uh… It altered something… I don't…"

"Alex, you're not going to be able to help like this." Hamilton said. It was rough and cruel, but Alex knew she was speaking the truth. Her eyes filled with tears. "But… I…"

The other doctor stepped forward, and examined Maggie closely. "Her leg was crushed, but it looks like rest of it is just cuts and bruises… She was lucky."

"She wasn't lucky. The kryptonite saved her. I don't know how. But… She's…"

"Alex, did you give her glucagon yet?"

"Glu-… I…"

"Alex, focus! Did you give her a shot to raise her blood sugar level? She's hypoglycemic!"

"I…no…"

"Okay, Alex, you need to back off and let me do this." Hamilton gave her a stern look. "I know you're going to complain, but you're not in the right mindset."

Alex turned around to look the other woman in the eyes. "I can't leave her. I won't."

Hamilton turned around, browsing the shelves to find a bottle. "Then sit over there, hold her hand if you have to, Alex, but you need to move."

Alex looked down, and sighed. She settled on giving a quiet nod, and moving to the other side of Maggie, whispering something into her ear.

Hamilton finally found the bottle, and put it down next to a surgical tray. She then went to look for a syringe. But her thoughts were already one step ahead.

"Alex, I need your help."

The agent looked up. "What? What is it?"

Hamilton turned around, filling the syringe with glucagon. "The kryptonite antidote formula. You worked on it."

Alex's eyes widened as she realized the fact. "Yeah… I did! A-a few months ago."

"I need you to prepare it. It might be the only thing we can do. I'll keep her comfortable until then and see if I can figure out something else."

Alex seemed torn between staying with Maggie and leaving her to help, but the urging glare of her colleague didn't leave space for argument. She gave Maggie a quick kiss on the lips, which the woman reciprocated weakly, and left.

Hamilton walked over to her side, and grabbed a pair of scissors, cutting open Maggie's pant leg. She grabbed the syringe, made sure that there were no air bubbles, and jammed the needle into Maggie's thigh.

The woman's face scrunched up in a grimace, as she moaned weakly. Within seconds, Amelia could see that Maggie was starting to regain a little color in her cheeks.

"A-Al…Alex…"

Hamilton looked at her. "Sorry, Maggie, I need her in the lab."

"This place… is going to fall apart…without her." The detective smirked weakly. Hamilton laughed as she moved to check Maggie's blood sugar level. "I'm not disagreeing with you. You picked a hell of a woman."

"Don't I know it." Maggie commented off-handedly as she watched Hamilton work.

The woman pulled up Maggie's shirt, to reveal the gauze that Alex had managed to put on to stop the bleeding. She took off the gauze, and replaced it, pressing the new pads down.

Maggie moaned, and winced, but then dropped her head back onto the table. "Are you… Hamilton?"

The doctor laughed, and nodded. "In the flesh."

"Alex told me about you. She…admires you."

"I'm going to stitch your stomach, alright?" Hamilton asked, waiting for the detective's small nod before taking a seat on a stool and rolling closer to the table. "I bet she didn't want you to tell me that."

"I don't really care." Maggie shrugged. She eyed the other woman weakly as she began to stitch up the cut. "How are you feeling, Maggie?"

"Tired. Weak. Like I should have died but I didn't."

Hamilton frowned, but couldn't tell if Maggie was joking. They fell into silence after that, while the doctor stitched up the large cut, occasionally stopping when she tugged a little too hard and the detective grunted.

After she was done, Maggie closed her eyes, and fell asleep.

Hamilton did the best she could in cleaning Maggie up, using butterfly closures on the cuts on her face, and bandaging the bigger wounds on her wrists and arms.

A few seconds after Hamilton decided that she was done, Alex rushed back into the room cradling a test tube with such gentleness that Hamilton almost thought it was a baby.

"Did you get it right?" Amelia asked, taking the test tube and grabbing another syringe. Alex panted, and shrugged. "This was the recipe we came up with for kryptonite poisoning in humans, but I don't… I don't know if it's going to work, we never tested it."

"Well, now's a good time." Hamilton filled the syringe and walked over to Maggie, finding a vein quickly and inserting the needle. Alex looked over her shoulder, her heart pounding erratically in her chest.

Maggie woke up by the stinging pain of the needle, and jolted at the sight of the syringe in her forearm. Alex rushed forward immediately, grabbing Maggie by the shoulders and forcing her down. "Easy… It's okay… It should help."

Maggie relaxed at Alex's touch, and leaned back down, reaching for her girlfriend's hand with her own. Hamilton was examining her closely, monitoring every single expression on Maggie's face.

The detective turned her head, and cleared her throat. And again. And again, until she finally started coughing. Alex jumped up from her comforting state, and cradled Maggie's face in her hands. "Hey… Mags, breathe… Can you hear me? Maggie? Look at me…"

"Alex, how does the antidote work?!"

"I don't know! We never tested it!" The agent turned back to her girlfriend. "Hey… Baby…" She took a shaky breath, trying to keep herself from panicking. "Amelia, she's choking!"

Maggie lurched forward, her back arching off the table, as her body started seizing. Slow yet devastating shocks running through her whole body. Hamilton reached forward to pin Maggie down, while Alex ran a hand through her own hair, practically pulling at it. "What did I do?! Did I do it wrong?! I… God, I don't know what to do!"

"It's alright… It's alright…" Hamilton tried to calm Alex down as she noticed that Maggie's shocks were dying down as sudden as they'd come. "It's just her body getting rid of the kryptonite, Alex… She's… She needs to fight now. It's like chemotherapy."

Alex wiped at the tears that had run down her cheeks during the action, and lowered down onto her knees to be at eye-level with her girlfriend. "I'm right here, it's okay… I won't leave again."

Hamilton took off her gloves, and sighed. "Okay, I checked her over for injuries, she should be good. Her leg worries me, we should get her a scan as soon as we can, I think it's just a break. Did you make more of the antidote?"

"3 tubes."

"Let's give her a dosage every six hours, that should last us through the night, we can make more in the morning."

Alex nodded, and thanked Amelia sincerely as the doctor walked outside, leaning her forehead against Maggie's. "You're okay… You're going to be okay."

Outside the medical ward, Hamilton found Kara, sitting on the ground and staring ahead.

"Hey… How are you holding up, Supergirl?"

Kara sighed, and shrugged. "Lillian Luthor got away again."

"I think Lillian Luthor is not going to stop until she walks into a bullet. Or your heat vision for that matter." Hamilton smiled weakly. "Maggie is stable. It's going to be a long, rough night, but she's going to get better."

Kara smiled gratefully, and pulled Hamilton into a hug. "Thank you… So much…"

They pulled away, and the doctor smiled politely at her before walking off. Kara took a step in the direction of the medical ward, but decided against it, as she still wasn't sure if she could take it.

Though from what she could see, the way that Alex was holding her girlfriend and kissing Maggie's pale forehead, the two of them would finally be okay.