Star-Crossed Lovers

Chapter 8: What's Wrong With Clark?

❤️Story: Normal
🔹Summary: Something's wrong with Clark, Oliver tries to help.
💚Spoilers: Takes place after Rage with no Lollie {Oliver/Lois}.

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Clark was officially freaked out. He had managed to wait until everyone had left after Thanksgiving dinner and choked down enough food so that no one would worry. But soon after Oliver and Lois had left, he had made a retreat upstairs and thrown up everything that he had eaten.
His mom was still talking with Lionel so he figured he didn't have to worry about them finding out just yet. Plus his mom wasn't home as much as she used to be because of her job.

His worry was focused on why he was sick in the first place. He didn't get sick. Well, he had after getting out of the phantom zone but that had only been a cold and only because he had over exerted himself. It wasn't like he'd been rebuilding an entire city lately. He had gotten over that.

Standing up, Clark had to brace himself on the bathroom sink when the world spun a little around him. He frowned and splashed water on his face and rinsed his mouth out before making his way slowly to his room. He crashed almost immediately when he got in bed.

The next morning, Clark felt fine. Actually he felt better than fine and he passed the night before off as a momentary glitch. His mom wasn't home and wouldn't be for the rest of the week, so Clark was doing chores on the farm at breakneck speed when Oliver walked in. Oliver frowned when Clark disappeared for a second and then reappeared, stopping a few inches in front of him.

"Hey, Clark." He said, a small amused smile playing on his lips for just a second.

"Oliver." Clark said nodding. "What's up?" He grinned.

"Well, I was actually here to ask if you were alright, but I guess I don't need to."

"I'm great." Clark said, walking around Oliver and grabbing a bail of hay to fling it upwards. "Why wouldn't I be?"

"You just seemed a little...off last night."

Clark turned back to him and gave him another blinding grin. "You noticed that?" He asked, his voice softened slightly and he stepped closer to Oliver.

"Um, yeah." Oliver put his hands in his pockets and frowned at Clark. "You sure your alright. Your acting a little..." He trailed off. He hadn't known Clark for very long but he thought he knew him long enough to know that he wasn't acting normal. Then, Clark laughed.

"Of course, I'm fine. You worry to much." Clark shook his head, smile still in place before jogging up the stairs to the loft. Oliver followed him, his frown deepening.

"Isn't that usually my line?" Clark turned back to him and seemingly ignoring his words, gave a thoughtful expression for a moment.

"We should do something." He said after a minute, nodding.

"Do something?" Oliver asked now. "Like what?"

"I don't know, anything." Clark said, bouncing on the balls of his feet for a moment. "It's so boring here on the farm. We could go out." A hopeful look came to his eyes.

"It's boring here?" Oliver repeated. "Clark-"

"All you want to do is talk. Come on." He begged, even pouting a little. "I just want to spend some time with you." Oliver stopped short at that admission. Plus, he really didn't think he was going to be able to protest when Clark was looking at him like that. Maybe something was wrong. He should be around Clark if there was, right?

"Alright." He said with only a little hesitation.

"Great!" Clark practically beamed at him and actually grabbed Oliver's hand to drag him out of the barn.

As the day worn on, Oliver's worry only grew. Clark definitely was not himself. He seemed to be bouncing from one thing to another and was letting things slip that Oliver wasn't sure he would have if he were himself. He didn't know everything about Clark and had even tried to call his mom but hadn't gotten an answer yet.

By the end of the day, Clark's enthusiasm was wearing off and he was becoming more and more lethargic. He barely ate when they went to grab something. By the time they got back to Oliver's apartment, he had insisted on that one, Clark wasn't talking much and looked a little like he might collapse.

"Clark, what's going on with you?" He led Clark to one of the chairs in the room and sat him down. Clark blinked at Oliver as he kneeled in front of him.

"I..." He shook his head, a confused frown on his face. "I don't know." He mumbled. Oliver opened his mouth to say something but was cut off when Clark's eyes widened slightly and he pitched forward into Oliver's arms.