Y'all remember the knockout game? It used to be everywhere in the news, snd then kind of fizzled out, but basically there was (reportedly) a rash of assaults attributed to "the knockout game" where an assailant would choose a random victim and attempt to render them unconscious with a single punch before running off.
I'm not sure how widespread it actually was, even in the US, but basically I'm currently thinking about what would happen if Lena were randomly chosen as the victim of such an attack. These guys didn't always wait for a hidden or secluded spot to do it-- sometimes, they even filmed themselves doing it. So like...
It's a normal night. Lena is walking home, or to Kara's. The streetlights are all on and burning brightly. There's absolutely nothing at all to suggest anything amiss.... until she hears the rapid patter of sneakers on pavement behind before everything suddenly goes dark.
At first, when she doesn't get up, the kids (because many of the assailants are teens) are all thrilled and hyping each other up that they managed to get one. She never even saw it coming! But then they lean in for a closer look at the damage... and freeze. It's Lena Luthor.
They just demolished Lena fucking Luthor.
After a moment's panic, they simply flee, sprinting into the dark.
Later, when Lena doesn't arrive on time, and doesn't answer Kara's texts, Kara decides to meet her halfway. After all, Lena had texted her to let her know she was on her way. Perhaps something had grabbed her attention on the way out, waylaying her. Kara doesn't mind a bit of evening air.
But then she sees a body collapsed on the pavement, half draped over the curb and onto the street. A crowd of concerned passersby have begun to gather, soon eclipsing the figure from Kara's sight, but she knows in an instant that it's Lena.
"Let me through! Let me through! That's my friend!" Kara shoves past the growing crowd as gently as her panic allows, dropping to her knees beside Lena. "Lena? Lena!"
"You know her?" a calm voice asks. Another woman kneels at Lena's head, her gaze compassionate but alert.
"Okay, good. My name is Frankie, and I'm a nurse over at NCUH." She hands Kara her cell phone. "I've called 911, and an ambulance is on it's way. Could you stay on the line with them and give them as much detail about Lena as you can while I assess your friend?"
Kara nods, nearly dropping the phone from the shake in her hands. "H-hello?"
"Hi, I'm Patricia with emergency dispatch. What's your name?"
"Thank you, Kara. How are you related to the victim?"
"She's my-- my best friend."
The call and response soon helps calms Kara's panic. It gives her something to focus on, a problem to solve when she would have have otherwise been powerless to help.
"Her name is Lena Luthor." She glances at Frankie, who has two fingers pressed against Lena's carotid artery. The woman meets her gaze and nods. "She has a pulse." Kara swallows a sob. "She's alive."
"That's good, Kara. Can you tell me where you are?"
"Hope Street and.... 2nd," Kara responds, spying the sign for the cross street.
"Excellent," Patricia tells her. "An emergency response team is on its way to you, it's almost there. Do you know what happened to Lena?"
Kara blinks back tears. "I don't know. She was supposed to meet me-- she was running late so I came out to meet her, and I just-- she was just... lying here! I don't know what to do..."
"You're doing it right now, Kara. Just take a deep breath for me, all right? What's Lena's birth date?"
And so the questions continue, until the ambulance arrives and Frankie rattles off a series of stats at the paramedics who swoop in to take her place. The police who arrive want to talk to them, Kara included, but she refuses to be anywhere but in the ambulance with Lena.
She rides along in the back, Lena's slack fingers gripped tightly in her own as the paramedics operate as an efficient team.
Please be all right, Kara begs silently. I can't lose you too.