I wasn't sure at all how this part would play out, and I was pleasantly surprised by how close you were able to stick to canon at times. That was well done.
Once upon a time, Lois Lane would have been repulsed by the sticky sheets and the sour smell of the sweat-soaked body in her care. She wasn’t good with sick people, she’d said a hundred times, with a careless little flip of her hand. But this wasn’t people, this was Clark, and for the first time in her life, she wished she could absorb another person’s pain and suffering, take it into her own body and go through it for him. Suddenly, the concept of loving someone took on a whole new meaning, and whatever she’d thought it meant before was but a pale shadow of what she felt for the man whose fevered skin she soothed with her hands.
Lovely.
Really looking forward to the conclusion of this wonderful story, Caroline.
