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“I’m fine, Clark.” You argue hoarsely. Clark remains adamant though, already going for the window.
“At least let me open the curtains. Let some sun in.” It’s already starting to go down; rays of golden light flood the living room and pour over you.
“The sun heals you, Clark, not me.”
“We all need vitamin D, especially you.” The last part of his statement is heavily exaggerated. You scoff, but the roughness of your throat makes it sound like an annoyed grumble. Clark just tucks your blankets closer again. Fluffing up your pillows for the umpteenth time and pressing a firm kiss to your forehead. You can still feel it after he moves away, lingering there like permanent ink.
Clark is somewhat of a mother hen, fluttering around when you’re sick. You’re always the perfect temperature, conveniently placed near an open window, a glass of water always topped off, and a dose of tylenol in your hand before you even have a chance to ask. His caretaking skills are superhuman.
He stops hovering around you just long enough for you to untuck the blankets nearly glued to your sides. You don’t know how he gets the corners so tight. “Clark?” His head perks up immediately, by your side in an instant. “Can you come here a second?” You beckon him closer sweetly. He leans down close, and you take the opportunity to wrap your arms around him, pulling him down into your trap.
Clark is a meta-human, his gift giving him superhuman reflexes on top of everything else. He could avoid you if he really wanted to, but he’d be damned if he gave up a chance to be in your arms. He chuckles at your attempt to disarm him, letting you move him where you please. He curls around you with those strong arms wrapped tight around your middle. The sheer warmth of his body pressed to you is probably counteracting all his efforts to keep your fever down, but you don’t care.
“This is doing much more for me than the sun ever could.” You whisper, face tucked perfectly under Clark’s chin. You can feel the rumble of his laughter.
“Thank you, honey, I’m flattered.” He whispers back, gathering you even closer. The sun glows low over both of you as you sink deeper into the couch. Runny nose, sore throat, congestion, and all, pushed to the back of your mind. Clark’s presence alone is all the healing you need. “My hero.”