“Honey girl?” Clark’s voice is quiet as he shuts the door and notices all the lights are off in your living room.
Sure it’s late, but you usually have your lamps on to set the evening mood.
He gets no answer and starts listening for your heartbeat. It’s not a habit he indulges in often, but this is strange.
He hears it and finds you curled up in bed, lights off, air conditioning blasting and a patch over your face.
Immediately he knows what it is.
You’d been getting migraines more and more often lately and no matter how much you ate, what medicine you took or how much you limited bright
lights, it only seemed to worsen.
Clark had looked for a tumor after the third night, even though you insisted that this just happens sometimes.
He doesn’t make any noise as he reaches you on the bed, his hand smoothing your hair back and taking the mask off.
It’s all melted now, and as he’s about to leave to get your other one, you stir.
“Clark?” Your voice is a gravelly whisper, and as you try to raise your head you hiss.
He’s back at your side instantly, “Lay down baby,” he murmurs, helping you lay your head back on the cool pillow. “M’just gonna get your other ice patch.”
You hum, making him frown. Any sound you make sends another pulse through your head and Clark can feel the distress rolling off you.
You think you fall asleep because you flinch when Clark puts the cold ice pack on your face.
“Have you eaten?” He whispers, rubbing up and down your back as you try to relax.
“Yeah, had toast and chicken salad.” The words come out slowly as you turn to lay flat on your back so you can at least face Clark.
He tuts, but lets you move till your palm cups his cheek. “Good girl,” he presses a kiss to your palm. “Wanna go back to sleep?”
“I wanna spend time with you.” Your voice goes watery immediately. You don’t mean for your voice to tremble like that, and you didn’t realize how much you’d actually missed just existing with him till you said the words. “I haven’t spent time with you in days, Clark.” Your voice cracks on his name and Clark feels it in his heart.
He shushes you, lips to your cheeks as the tears squeeze down your face. He’s gentle as he thumbs the tears away, and then as he turns so he’s laying next to you and tucks you into him without shifting your head.
“We’re spending time with each other right now,” he whispers, trying his best not to make you cry. “Honey girl,” he murmurs when you cry harder, no doubt making your migraine worse. “You’re breaking my heart, angel.”
“I just wanna do fun things with you again.” You hiccup and Clark sighs.
“We’ll do fun things when you give yourself some rest, baby. You need rest to help with the migraine and I’m calling us out of work tomorrow. You can’t keep going to work with this.”
You nod and take a deep breath, rubbing your face into his chest. “I really want it to go away.” You press a kiss to his chest and Clark cups the back of your head, squeezing at the base of your neck. It had you relaxing instantly.
“I’m right here all night,” he kisses your head, “Let’s get some rest, okay?” You nod again, letting Clark’s fingers tug at your hair and squeeze at your neck to alleviate the pain in your head.
“I love you Clark, I really do.” You’re starting to sound a lot more relaxed than before.
“I really love you, honey girl.” You’re asleep in minutes, the headache still throbbing from what Clark can tell, but hopefully with the massage and rest, you’ll be right as rain in the morning.