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Saturday, June 3rd, 2017. 3:35 AM. • • •
I wasn't sure why but the first thing I wanted to do was to hug him, but I stayed put on the couch with my mug held tightly to my chest. He was in casual clothing, of course. He wouldn't be in his work clothes anymore that was hours ago. His white t-shirt hugged his shoulders and his blue jeans were an old favorite. Leaning back into my cushions, I sipped at my tea and averted my eyes from his face.
He kept his blue eyes on Ben, and I watched the two of them size each other up. Ben wasn't phased, and neither was Clark, but you could feel the tension in the air. Ben cleared his throat and spoke.
"Thanks for bringing her home." He addressed Clark.
I glanced at Lois, who was biting her lip before shooting me a worried look.
"She should be in a hospital," Clark answered back.
"She wanted to be here."
"She fainted. Lost hours of her day and can't keep anything down." Clark defended, his fists clenching a bit.
"Why do you think that might be? Vomiting, nausea, fainting spells. Are you afraid of what it could mean for her and me, Clark?" Ben growled, stepping forward.
Instantly, I stood up, the world tilted a bit and I had to fight vertigo. Lois reached out to steady me, a hand on my hip and the other holding my wrist. I hadn't even realized I had brought my hand up.
"She is right here. Ben, thank you for staying and making me food, but we broke up. Lois and Clark are more than enough to take care of me right now. Besides, you have an apartment to move into." I chided.
Both men kept their blue eyes locked on me, and I sighed, sitting back down. My head was thumping and the speed in which I stood up made my stomach twirl. I clenched my jaw but couldn't escape the feeling of the bile rising in my throat. With a grunt, I shoved myself away from the couch, out of Lois's grasp and towards the sink. Ben had reached for me and I shook his hand off my back and flew to the sink just in time. I wretched loudly into the metal sink, a few forks and glasses getting the brunt of my bile. It burned my throat and tears pricked my eyes as I heaved.
Finally, my stomach calmed down and I turn the sink on, cupping water into my mouth and swishing it around before spitting it out. Slowly, I turned the sink off, my body heavy as I slid down the counter, planting myself on the floor. I had my hands in my hair as tears spilled.
"What is happening to me?"
No one answered.
"Don't all speak at once," I murmured, casting my eyes up to the others in my apartment.
"Someone help me up?" I sheepishly asked.
Both Ben and Clark made a move for me, but Clark was faster and he reached for my hand. My fingers slid into the palm of his hand as he helped pull me up, a bit unsteady and dizzy I shut my eyes once on my feet. Clark stayed still with his hand in mine and a hand on my hip. I tried to memorize the feeling of his hand against my body, feel the warmth of it as he kept it in place. I swallowed, regained my composure, and looked up into his eyes. His stare was bright and open, but his brows were furrowed. He wasn't looking at me, but his eyes had trailed down my body.
