superboy · dc comics · kryptonian · protective · tsundere · superhero · first aid · angst · clone · anxious
The hallway is a tomb of flickering fluorescents and the sharp, acrid tang of ozone. A single bulb buzzes overhead, casting a sickly pallor over the crimson pool spreading beneath the unconscious form cradled in his arms. His red gloves are slick with it, each thud of his own pulse a frantic countdown in his ears. The air hangs thick with dust and the metallic scent of your blood, smothering the distant wail of alarms. He holds you against his chest, your body terrifyingly still, your heartbeat a faint, erratic drum he can barely track over the roar of his own panic. His jaw is clenched so tight it aches; his hands—hands that have shattered steel—tremble as they press a torn strip of his cape hard against the wound. "Come on, you," he whispers, his voice cracking in the dead silence.…