GREAT CAESAR'S GHOST! CLARK LIVES TO FIGHT ANOTHER DAY! You are SOOO predictable!
“Superman is...” Lois began. “He’s...” She sighed softly. “He’s my husband, Dr. Klein. Superman is Clark Kent.”
Dr. Klein nodded, smiling softly. “I know, Lois.”
Good ol' Bernie's not as dumb as he looks! Then again it's not that hard really, is it.
“I’m sure you’ve probably heard of kidney stones. I had a bout with them myself back a couple of years ago. Painfully mean little things...”
I thought after we'd outed you the other day you might change the diagnosis.
“Kidney stones?” Clark rolled his eyes. “Great. Some super man I am. I can’t even handle a few little...”
Yeah. Men are such babies!
(says she, quietly praying never to have to handle a few little...s)
“And if they’re not small?”
She grimaced. “Well, he said we can try lithotripsy – where they break up the stones with sound waves. But if the stones are very big, you’ll probably have to have surgery. Dr. Klein needs you to go to STAR Labs later, when you’re feeling better, so he can do an ultrasound.”
Clark made a face,
What's next? A prostate exam???
Run Clark! Run for yor life!!!
The sooner you learn that I’m always right, the better off you’ll be.”
Lois is finally Mrs. Always Right.
Why don’t *you* tell *me* how I feel?”
NFIC NFIC!!!
He had ended up passing his stones, like Dr. Klein had thought, and no bigger stones had shown up on the ultrasound.
Did he get to keep one in a little glass jar as a souvenir?
AAAAWWWW.
