Clark Kent Alive: Superman Dead?
Is what the headline said on this morning's issue of the Daily Planet. I sip a cup of coffee as I watch the sun rise in Metropolis. I took the week off due to the fact that I woke up feeling quite ill. As I thought that, I covered my mouth with my hand and raced to the bathroom. I crouched over the toilet, emptying the contents of my stomach into the toilet. I groan. Flushing it, I get up and go to rinse my mouth out. I look in the mirror and I don't look like myself at all. I'm a lot paler and skinnier. I really wish I hadn't gotten sick when I did. I thought. People at work would flip if they saw me like this. Just then, my phone buzzed. It's a message from Bruce.
•Texts•
B: Hey are you okay? Lois told me you weren't feeling all that great. :(
M: No I'm not alright. I just threw up as a matter of fact.
B: Is there anyone there to take care of you?
M: Nope. It's just me. :/
B: Hold tight. I'm coming to take care of you. x
M: Okay. x
•••
I went to the door to open it for Bruce. He brought soup, tea and everything you can think of. "Thank you Bruce." I said in a raspy voice. "It's fine. I just want you to get better. No more talking. You'll lose your voice." He replied. How did I get so lucky to have him as my best friend?
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