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Clark sat by Bruce's bed calmly.
Bruce had fallen ill. Being a regular ol' human, he tended to get sick sometimes. Clark didn't fully understand the feeling of human illness, but that didn't matter. He was there for Bruce regardless.
Bruce was an angsty man at the best of times. Being bedridden like this made him feel absolutely pathetic.
"I'm failing" he muttered tiredly, trying to ignore the discomfort of his feverish body. Clark sighed and kissed him on the forehead.
"You're not failing, sweetheart" Clark told him gently. "Just focus on getting better, okay?"
"Okay..."
