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[He didn’t blame her, he didn’t even notice. They were like family of a patient waiting for an update at the moment- and Zee had it worse because she also had to play the part of a doctor as well.]

He was itching for a distraction, so I guess he’s stable? But… [He looked away for a moment.]The smell. It’s almost unbearable.

Then he's still bleeding.

[Her eyes stung, so she closed them. Not willing to let herself give in to tears. As early as the moment she'd woken up, the scent of blood had hung thick in the air. She couldn't imagine what it must have smelled like now to someone with Kal's enhanced senses.]

How could this have happened? [Her voice quivered, almost breaking twice.] We were here the whole night. I never heard a thing.

[He quickly crouches in front of her, a hand on her shoulder. Like he always does when he’s trying to be reassuring. Even though this time he doesn’t feel reassuring at all- he feels like… flying away somewhere quiet and pretending the rest of the world doesn’t exist. He’s not ready for this, whatever this is.]

It's not your fault. Neither of you. This? This is one of the Corporation's tricks or something like that one time with the mist and there's nothing we could have done about it.

Okay? I want you to say that out loud.

[She wanted to. She wanted to accept his hand and his words and echo back ever last syllable to him.]

[She couldn't.]

...I should get back to the room. [Which might have held more weight if she hadn't nearly stumbled on the first step she took. Her legs were still having a bit trouble carrying her own weight.] My magic was keeping him stable. Stopped the bleeding.

[Both hands were on her shoulders now.]

Zatanna, we can't have that kind of negativity in that room. We might be suffering but Kon is the one who feels like he's dying. Who might actually- [He swallows, then shakes his head.]

I need you to say it. I need you to at least try to believe it while you're in there. For him.

He's not dying!

[She didn't fight his grip, but she would fight his words to the last, voice cracking from residual exhaustion. The sleep she'd gotten hadn't been enough to fully replenish her just yet. Even after food.]

He's not...he promised. [Teying to convince herself as much as Kal.] He can't leave me too. I won't let him.

Exactly. [At least they can agree on that.]

And it's also not. Our. Fault. Not mine, not yours, and definitely not Kon's.

I never said it was.

[Even in her current state, she knew better than to blame any of them. This was all the Yao's fault, and she knew it. What she would blame herself for would be not doing everything in her power to help him. That much, she could control.]

You don't understand, Kal. When he first woke up...he was in so much pain. He could feel every injury. I wasn't just trying to heal him...I was trying to help keep the pain down.

It was working too. I think.

[She didn't say it, but she also didn't want to say it wasn't her fault out loud when he asked... it'd made Kal nervous.]

But if it was working... that's a good thing, isn't it?

Only if I can keep it working.

He won't heal. All I could do was basically hold his blood in place. When I passed out, the spell stopped working. Which means...

[He's mostly like bleeding and in pain again.]

Which means, Korra is taking care of it now. To let you breathe and sleep some. And if Korra wasn't there I'd call Wan, or John or Jonathan if for a more usual kind of doctor. Or any other healer around.

You're not alone.

...I'm breathing.

[It was probably the weakest of all counters she could come up with, but it had the benefit of actually being true. She was breathing. And while, in the back of her mind, she knew that Korra and the others would be taking care of Kon as well, hearing Kal say it aloud really cemented the notion further in her mind.]

[She wasn't the only person who could help him. She didn't want to be. That was way too much responsibility.]

[And yet--]

I still want to be with him. Even if I'm not the one healing him at the time. Just in case.

[He looks at her for a moment, as if unsure on what the safest answer to that is. He claims to be a father to the twins and some sort of legal guardian to her, but he's just making it up as he goes. And 'What would Jonathan do' isn't exactly helpful: he's pretty sure his father would have never found himself in this kind of mess.

After a second, he lets her shoulders go and takes a step to the side. Letting her in.]

Then be with him. But I don't want two of my children being close to death, so take care of yourself.

[The relief on her face was visible as she glanced up at him. Smiling in gratitude. For a moment, she was worried he wouldn't let her back into the room, and while his reasons were valid, she was in no frame of mind for reason or logic.]

[However, that being said...she shook her head.]

I'm not in any danger. Not from this.

At worst, when I use too much energy, I pass out. Promise.

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