Lena Finds Out (One shot)

Recovery

Before Lena could even move, she still stood about five feet away staring at Kara.... or was it Supergirl? At that moment Alex and a couple of other DEO agents dressed as FBI agents came crashing through the doors. "Kara!" Alex cried.

"Get her on the stretcher!" Alex demanded and then stopped looking up at Lena then back at Kara. Once she noticed her  shocked expression in pure disbelief Alex grabbed Kara's glassed fumbling with them off the floor and quickly shoved them back on Kara's face. 

"It's not what you think." Alex said quickly and the DEO agents got Kara out of there as fast as possible every couple of seconds they checked her pulse making sure to feel that faint thump. 

Once they arrived they ran the stretcher down the hall like they do in the hospitals. Running and running with quickening heartbeats because Kara's was slowing down. Slowing down to a single beat. Alex was gripping Kara's hand and a single salty tear rolled down her face and stung her cheek. That small pint of kryptonite gas that had managed to make its way into her lungs could now kill her, could now end her life and just a small pint of kryptonite. 

That one pint that danced around for twenty four hours was coming back and coming back hard.

It was all just a blur. Running adrenaline. Doctors yelling. Sun lamps turning on at full power. Such limited time, but such an easy simple solution. A second wasted and her heart can stop. A single mistake and the she could start flatlining. 

But after a couple of days under the sun lamp with Alex sitting next to her and her forehead pressed against Kara's hand. It felt like an eternity. 

An eternity.

Kara's eyes fluttered open and let out a groan mixed with a cough. Alex shot up from her seat and shook herself awake. "Kara You're awake! How do you feel?" Alex said with a wide, but nervous smile. 

"Yeah, I'm fine." Kara groaned sitting up and rubbed her head. "What about Lena?" Kara suddenly shot up her head and slipped off the table. 

Alex remembered Lena seeing Kara... without her glasses. But she didn't want to say anything. What if she didn't seem to notice over all of the ruckus? "She's.... fine. You should probably go see her." Alex replied. 

"Yeah I should. How long was I out?" Kara asked, getting steady on her feet. "And what happened exactly?" Kara added.

"A small amount of kryptonite gas from Metallo made it's way into your lungs, but at first it didn't do any damage, actually it wasn't even noticed. But then the next day it was able to weaken you enough to a point that it actually took affect." Alex explained and then admitted, "You were out for a few days, but don't worry James made sure that you weren't fired." 

"Thanks Alex, but I have to go and check up on Lena." Kara said and hurried for the door, feeling much more better since her  lungs didn't feel like an actual bonfire. 

About ten minutes later Kara hurried into the doors of Lena's office. Lena was sitting in her chair that was spun around as she stared out the large window that lead out to the patio. Lena wasn't sure if she should be furious or relieved once she felt the familiar glow that Kara emits the second she enters the room.

But she chose relieved. 

"Kara!" Lena had a smile that seemed like it spread from end to end and she jumped up from her seat. But there was still that small pit in her stomach that seemed to grow with every sprinting step towards her.

Lena threw her arms around Kara and for a second she completely forgot about the hard betrayal. "Oh my god I am so happy you are okay!" Lena said breathing into her hair. 

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine." Kara smiled back a warm grin once they parted. 

"What even happened? It was unlike anything I have ever seen." But that was a lie. Lena has seen that before. Or similar at least. Green veins bulging, weakness overpowering your body.  Except it was with Supergirl. 

Not Kara Danvers. 

Or were they the same person?

That is the question that has been swirling Lena's head as she stared out the window the last couple of days, hoping that Supergirl would fly onto the porch. Give her an update on Kara's condition and prove her insane accusations wrong. To at least see them in the same room, to hear Kara walk through the doors and say that it wasn't true. Hoping that it wasn't true!  But that never happened.  . She didn't even see the famous red cape and blue blur shoot by. 

She didn't want to believe that the one person that has always stuck up for her. That ignored her horrible Luthor name. That no matter what happened, even when visual evidence proved her guilty, she stood by her side and believed in her. The person that had always looked at the best in her and never let the worst break through her judgement. 

She didn't want to believe that her best friend held a knife in her back every single day making the blade dive deeper into her skin, inch by inch, centimeter by centimeter. Making blood trickle down without flinching to push the blade in more, not even once. Never had a single thought of pulling the knife out and heal the open wound. 

She couldn't believe it. 

She couldn't face it.

But the hellish voice in her head told her otherwise. 

And what if it was right?