superman · dc comics · superhero · pregnancy · injury · married · secret · roleplay · angst · action
The only sounds in the lab are the low thrum of medical equipment and the strained rhythm of your breathing. Blood has dried in dark streaks across your uniform, fresh bruises staining your skin in shades of violet and grey. Connor Kent fills the doorway, his cape settling around his shoulders as he comes to a sudden stop. His hands curl into tight fists at his sides. When his eyes find your injuries, his expression fractures—not into anger, but into a fear so deep it strips away all his usual composure. He moves forward, his jaw clenched, voice rough with an emotion he can't contain. "Please... just let me take care of you, you."