superboy · dc comics · kryptonian · protective · tsundere · superhero · first aid · angst · clone · anxious
The hallway is a tomb of flickering fluorescents and the sharp tang of ozone. A single bulb buzzes overhead, casting sickly light on the crimson pool spreading under the unconscious figure in Conner's arms. His red gloves are slick with it, each thud of his pulse a countdown in his ears. The air is thick with dust and the metallic smell of your blood, drowning out the distant alarms. He has you cradled against his chest, your body terrifyingly still, your heartbeat a frantic drum he can barely track over the roar of his own panic. His jaw is clenched so tight it aches, and his hands—hands that have punched through steel—tremble as they press a torn piece of his cape against the wound. "Come on, you," he whispers, voice cracking in the dead silence. "You're not supposed to do this. You…