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It only took Brainiac 5 a moment longer from limping out of the hallway to find the staircase in the dark, but his nerves were already on edge and trying to keep track of everything going on around him. It was too dark and there was no one else around. It would have been far too easy for Luxord to sneak up behind him again. He'd managed it in the day after all, and of a night he'd have the advantage of the darkness and his coat. And injured as he was, Brainiac 5 wouldn't be able to offer much by way of resistance.
His best bet was to keep moving and hope that he could find other people to further on that would deter the chance of attack--
There was a flicker of red up ahead and Brainiac 5 froze, half expecting to see Grell descending the staircase towards him, but what he saw instead was more startling.
"...Clark?"
His face was pale and drawn, with deep shadows under his eyes, but it was definitely him. Standing there. Watching him.
"Clark! How are you-- I thought--" he began, voice a mix of relief and elation and a crack that might have been the beginning of tears.
And then he realised what the splash of bright red he'd seen was. Blood. Leaking from the corner of Clark's mouth. Staining his shirt. Running down his arm. There was so much of it...
He felt faint, ill. Clark couldn't have, hadn't, survived those injuries. So how could he be here now? Unless...
He didn't get to finish the thought before the figure turned away and disappeared, and Brainiac 5 felt a gaping hole open in his stomach that had him scrambling up the stairs despite his painful foot. He had to know if it was really Clark or not. Had to find out what was going on and if, maybe, there was a chance to apologise.
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It only took Brainiac 5 a moment longer from limping out of the hallway to find the staircase in the dark, but his nerves were already on edge and trying to keep track of everything going on around him. It was too dark and there was no one else around. It would have been far too easy for Luxord to sneak up behind him again. He'd managed it in the day after all, and of a night he'd have the advantage of the darkness and his coat. And injured as he was, Brainiac 5 wouldn't be able to offer much by way of resistance.
His best bet was to keep moving and hope that he could find other people to further on that would deter the chance of attack--
There was a flicker of red up ahead and Brainiac 5 froze, half expecting to see Grell descending the staircase towards him, but what he saw instead was more startling.
"...Clark?"
His face was pale and drawn, with deep shadows under his eyes, but it was definitely him. Standing there. Watching him.
"Clark! How are you-- I thought--" he began, voice a mix of relief and elation and a crack that might have been the beginning of tears.
And then he realised what the splash of bright red he'd seen was. Blood. Leaking from the corner of Clark's mouth. Staining his shirt. Running down his arm. There was so much of it...
He felt faint, ill. Clark couldn't have, hadn't, survived those injuries. So how could he be here now? Unless...
He didn't get to finish the thought before the figure turned away and disappeared, and Brainiac 5 felt a gaping hole open in his stomach that had him scrambling up the stairs despite his painful foot. He had to know if it was really Clark or not. Had to find out what was going on and if, maybe, there was a chance to apologise.
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