𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐄, ERIK LEHNSHERR

𝑻𝑾𝑬𝑵𝑻𝒀-𝑺𝑰𝑿

Things around the mansion were starting to pick up in pace and return to the normal routine of days from when Kara was taken. The kids were being trained regularly while the adults did their best to make sure things were rolling correctly.

Luckily for Kara, she only had Kit to train and thankfully the boy took things slow for her healing body. She'd copied her actions on staying in the lake for hours so that her energy could slowly return to its normal state.

After two weeks of regularly sitting in the lake, her wounds had closed up and left scars across her skin. Her ribs weren't as fortunate for they had still been bothering her. The doctor had sent Charles some medication but she knew it did nothing.

The disease in her arm was progressing further every day with its pain and due to Kara keeping long sleeves on to prevent from anyone catching sight of it, she hadn't noticed it spreading up to her bicep until Charles made her follow him to his lab to take tests on her.

The two were shocked beyond belief and discussed the possibility of it spreading further over the following weeks. Kara didn't admit it to anyone but she found herself becoming angrier easily and having stronger headaches. No one had noticed, to her luck, and she was able to keep her sprouting anger to herself.

There were times she couldn't help but fall asleep and she would wake up seeing visions of sorts. The images from her mental attack were a constant but she pushed it away, not having time to think about it as the war inched closer.

"Charles, for the love of humanity, please would you hurry the fuck up." Kara gritted through her teeth, her jaw clenched and ready to break from the pressure. Her eyes stared into the bright white light above her while she lay on the testing chair in the lab.

He sat next to her figure in a rolling chair while he hovered over her arm, a pair of glasses sitting on the bridge of his nose. Latex gloves wrapped around his hands as he prepared himself to cut her arm open, deep enough to reach a vein with the failed serum in it.

He was reluctant to cut that deep into her skin, knowing it would cause her memories to resurface from when the serum was injected into her.

Charles huffed and glanced up at her, holding a metal scalpel in his right hand. "I'm sorry that I'm having a hard time willingly cutting into my best friend's flesh. Would you like to do it yourself?"

She turned her head toward him and narrowed her eyes. "It's a small cut!" Taking the scalpel in her other hand, she dug the metal into her skin above the burn mark, resisting a grunt that bubbled in her chest as blood seeped from the cut.

Charles stared at her strangely with wide eyes, watching the lack of struggle as she cut open her skin. He quickly took the scalpel after she had finished the slit and soaked up blood with a rag, readying a syringe over her arm before hesitantly looking up at her through his eyelashes.

She had relaxed herself in the chair underneath her and closed her eyes, her chest already beginning to heave while she struggled to breathe.

Charles carefully inched the syringe tip and found a vein, poking through the blood vessel and extracting all that he could. He tried to not focus on the sound of her pained breathing and sucked the tiny amount of serum he could before taking the syringe out of her arm and soaking up more blood from under her skin.

"You doing okay?" He questioned, noticing her hand hovering over her ribs in an attempt to stop the pain from breathing heavily.

Tearing her eyes away from the blinding light, she stared at him pointedly and hummed. He brought over a bowl of water and held it out for her, watching as she stuck her hand in it.