I sense something strange in my mind

The Coffee

I decided to bring over a couple of my older Supergirl fics to Wattpad.

TW for brief mentions of blood, emetophobia, and medical procedures

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Lena Luthor walked into CatCo just as the sun was starting to illuminate all of National City. She liked coming into work before anyone else was in the office because it gave her a few minutes of solitude and a chance to talk a deep breath before diving into her work-filled day. She smiled slightly at the beauty of the National City skyline in the morning. She put her purse down on the couch and poured herself a cup of coffee before walking out onto the balcony to admire the city, a view most people didn't take the chance to appreciate because they were either still sleeping or stumbling around their apartments trying to get ready for their day. Lena leaned on the railing before taking a large sip. She scrunched her face for a moment at the faintly bitter taste before chalking it up to the coffee being left over from the night before.

She sat out on the balcony for about half an hour before she heard the quiet bustle of the first wave of employees arriving to start their day, among them Kara and James. James stuck his head out onto the balcony and informed Lena that he had to go down to Photography to sort out some problems before the next issue of CatCo magazine was published. Lena smiled at him and wished him luck, knowing how notoriously difficult the acting editor was. With his absence, the top floor was empty save for Kara who had taken her place by Lena's office and begun typing away at her next article. Lena took another sip of her coffee as she heard Kara get up to retrieve something from the copy room on the other side of the floor. Lena smiled at the thought of getting to work with her best friend every day as she drank another mouthful of coffee, this one just a little difficult to swallow. Lena took another and found she could barely swallow. The brunette set her cup down just as a stab of pain ripped through her body, nearly causing her to cry out. Lena took in a shuddering breath as the discomfort subsided, only to be hit with another wave of pain, this one even worse than the last. It felt like someone had stabbed her in the stomach and was slowly, excruciatingly, agonizingly twisting the blade as they drove it ever deeper into her abdomen.

The pain brought waves of nausea along with it, causing Lena to find herself in the undignified situation of vomiting into a flower pot on her balcony. With each round of expulsion, another ever worsening ripple of agony hit Lena as she gripped the vase with white knuckles. She straightened her back and wiped her mouth, surprised to see a smear of red on the back of her hand. Lena tried to make her way to the table to grab her phone, but her legs suddenly felt like jelly as her knees gave way, sending Lena tumbling to the floor with a thud. She dragged her body toward her phone as her chest began to tighten and her lungs refused to cooperate. Gasping, Lena desperately pulled herself toward her only lifeline. Just as she got within arm's reach of her phone, another wave of pain hit Lena and she jerkily dropped onto the concrete, knocking her phone and coffee onto the floor. She flipped onto her back just as her body began seizing uncontrollably, her mouth foaming, her back arching up from the floor, her eyes rolling back into her head, a desperate cry somehow finding its way out of her tightening throat. In her final moments of consciousness, Lena called out for Kara, wanting the blonde close to her in her last moments because it seemed that her luck had run out and this attempt would be the last one. The successful one. The one to take her away. The one she had stopped wanting to succeed. The one to take her life when all she wanted was to live it at long last.

Kara was in the copy room retrieving a printout when she heard someone call her name. Lena. Quickly scanning the floor to see if anyone else was there, Kara supersped to Lena's side as her ears filled with the sound of Lena desperately gasping for air, trying in vain to fill her lungs. When she reached the balcony, Kara froze at the sight of the smashed coffee mug on the ground, its contents spilled, and of Lena seizing on the ground, her mouth filled with pink, almost red, foam. Her mind raced as she tried to figure out what to do when she heard another voice behind her. "Kara, is everything okay? Is Lena out there? I need to ask her a question." Kara's reply died in her throat as she heard James stop next to her when he laid his eyes on the scene before them. "Oh God," he whispered. As the seizure seemed to quell into trembling, Kara knelt next to Lena and gently brushed her raven locks off of her ashen forehead. Kara's hand recoiled at the burning heat she felt radiating from Lena.