Panic had engulfed her body like a fire in a dry forest and showed sign of release. No matter the multitude of thoughts coursing through her brain the anxiety wouldn't subside. It didn't help that no one would tell her anything, but then again no one knew anything. So she sat; she sat and she sat and she sat. What seemed like days was merely hours that kept ticking away on the clock. People came in and out, some left with good news and others with bad, but she remained. She remained in the uncomfortably straight chair connected to a whole row lining the wall that was a mocking shade of light blue. She watched people rushing in just as she had many hours earlier then leaving while she sat in the same chair, in the same position. She didn't want to leave her chair for any reason, it didn't matter that she had to pee really bad or that she was really quite hungry, she wanted to be there if the doctors called for her.
"Miss Luthor?...Miss Luthor, are you alright?" a voice pulled her from her thoughts and back to reality.
"Oh uh...yes," she answered looking up at a tall man in his 50s.
"I can't believe you're still here didn't my intern come tell you that your uh...girlfriend was transferred?" he asked.
"Umm...no," she answered in confusion.
"Oh my, I'm so sorry but she was taken to a federal hospital, whatever that is, but they had the right credentials so I had to let her go. Here's her personal items that they left behind," he said producing a plastic bag from what seemed like no where.
"Oh, ok thank you," she said connecting dots in her head and taking the bag from his hands.
"Are you sure you're alright, Miss Luthor?" he asked one final time.
"Yes," she replied. He nodded seeming convinced then turned and left her alone in the waiting room.
She gathered her purse and coat and left the hospital. She drove to the DEO to find Alex and rip her a new asshole for not telling her where her wife was and basically kidnapping her from a hospital. When she got into the DEO and found Alex she expected to feel angry and to start yelling but all she could do was watch as she desperately tried to revive Kara. She watched through the window like walls, tears running down her cheeks in some sort of silent prayer that Kara would make it. Never in her life did she think that she'd be right here, right now. She never thought that she'd be able to openly love Kara and get it back. She never thought that she'd ever meet someone like Kara, who was so perfect in every single way. She never thought that she'd ever have a bond with someone as strong as the one they shared. She didn't deserve it. She'd done too many awful things, been part of too many awful things. Things Kara would never understand and never know.
"You can't die on me now," she whispered partly to herself but partly to her wife laying unconscious on a table hooked up to a multitude of machines. Everyone took a sigh of relief when Kara's vitals stabilized. Lena felt as if she could breathe again. Alex walked out of the room wiping sweat from her brow.
"You should have called, texted, come got me...something," Lena told her quietly.
"You know as well as I do...," Alex trailed off but didn't have to finish the sentence anyway.
"I know," Lena sighed.
"You can go in, if you'd like. Just let her rest," Alex offered. Lena nodded as moved forward her heels making the infamous clicking noise with every step she took on the cold concrete floor. She looked down at her wife who was normally the strong one but now looked fragile and frail.
She moved the reclining chair that was in the room closer to the bed and sat down. She stared at the bruising and blood on her girlfriends body, something she never thought she'd see. She intertwined her fingers with Kara's and pulled out her phone. She texted Eve to tell her she needed to cancel her meetings for the day and schedule conference calls in their place. She was relieved that the most urgent projects were in an in-between phase at the moment and wouldn't need her attention for a while.
