章節 86: Supergirl ~ Of Two Minds ~ Part Two
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The lights in the medbay were off, allowing Winn and Oliver to sleep without any disturbances. Though Kara wanted more than anything to be by her fiancé, she chose instead to stand in the doorway, chewing her lip nervously, unable to stop worrying. The doses had been given before any horrible symptoms were showing. That meant they were going to be OK.
"Kara?"
Kara turned quickly at her name, and she slumped a bit as Dig walked up to her. "Hey," she said quietly. "They're sleeping."
"Yeah, probably one of the only decent amounts of sleep Oliver's gotten recently, huh?" Dig guessed, stopping by her side.
Kara shrugged absently, her gaze going back to the archer. "He hates hospitals," she remembered from when he had first come to Earth-38. "And he didn't refuse at all to be put in the medbay." She sniffed, angrily reaching up and swiping at her eyes. "It's bad."
"Hey," Dig put a hand on her shoulder. "I've been with Oliver for six years. He's been through a lot. Hell, he survived a sword in the gut. He'll get through this."
Kara nodded, exhaling shakily. "Thanks, John. I know you and Oliver are going through . . . whatever's going on – "
"That doesn't matter right now," Dig shook his head, looking over towards Oliver's bed. "Not while he's like this."
Kara sighed, nodding. "He needs all the support he can get." Her eyes slid to Winn, and tears blurred her vision as she looked at her best friend. "Both of them do."
Dig carefully tugged her into a hug, and she buried her face in his neck. "They'll get through this," he told her. "They're strong."
"Listen to him, little one," Slade's Australian rumble came from behind her, and Kara relaxed as he put a hand on her back, rubbing gently. "They'll pull through."
Kara nodded silently, then took a deep breath and stepped back out of the hug. "Thanks," she said quietly.
"No problem," Dig nodded.
Kara turned to lean into Slade, who put his arm around her comfortingly, and she saw J'onn with him as well. "Hi."
J'onn chuckled. "Hi yourself."
Kara sighed, closing her eyes. "Do you think I'll get through to Pestilence?" she asked suddenly.
J'onn considered. "There's no way of knowing. You just have to try."
Kara made a face. "That's not what Yoda would say."
Slade laughed as Dig rolled his eyes. "'Do or do not.'"
"Yeah, I think it's fair to say he didn't get that one right," Dig smirked.
Kara giggled quietly, and J'onn put a hand on her shoulder. "You know, these days, I don't know what my father will remember," he told her. "I wake up and have the same conversation with him every day. I keep at it because sometimes he remembers we've had that conversation before, and we actually laugh about it. I keep trying. I keep talking so that he can find those moments of clarity and laugh. Just because something's hard doesn't mean it's impossible. You break through impossible every day. You inspire the rest of us to do the same."
Kara smiled. "You're a good son." She reached up for his hand and gave it a squeeze. "And thank you. All of you."
J'onn squeezed her hand back, and Slade kissed the top of her head as Dig gave her a smile.
***
Mon-El walked into the cruiser to see Imra looking through data holograms. "Did you talk to Kara?" he asked.
"Yes," Imra answered, annoyance in her tone. "And she didn't listen to reason."
Mon-El raised an eyebrow. "You didn't tell her the whole story, did you?" Imra pursed her lips and looked down, and Mon-El sighed, walking towards the console. "You keep saying this is a Legion mission, but you made this decision on your own out of vengeance."
Imra scowled, turning the console off. "I'm doing this to save countless lives in the future," she told him. "I'm perfectly capable of keeping personal feelings out of this."
White hot anger seared through Mon-El as Imra walked past him, seeming to think the conversation was over. "You brought me here!" he snapped, turning and stopping her in her tracks. "You can't keep punishing me for it."
Imra just turned and kept walking, right past Querl and further into the cruiser. The Coluan paused in the doorway, watching her go, then looked at Mon-El. "Are you two having a marital conflict which I should stay out of, or is this a work-related quandary where my intellect might be of use?"
Mon-El groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. Considering they were back in the past where his ex-girlfriend was, himself married and her engaged to be married, he thought he was doing a pretty good job of keeping his personal feelings out of this mission. "Why didn't you tell me about this mission before we came here, Brainy?" he asked tiredly.
"Because you would've never agreed to it," Querl answered, walking further into the room. "To come back."
"How do you know?" Mon-El asked.
"Obviously I ran simulations based off specific emotional behavior data taken from your brain over the last seven years," Querl shrugged. "The results were troubling."
Mon-El abruptly turned and started pacing, hands behind his back. "We took an oath when we formed the Legion," he finally said. "To preserve all that is good and to never harm the innocent. How is this mission in line with that? We should not kill Pestilence." When Querl didn't say anything, Mon-El huffed. "And you're obviously on Imra's side."
"It's not about picking sides, Mon-El," Querl shook his head. "If we kill Pestilence when we find her, there is a 98.459% chance the Blight will never happen. Millions of people will be saved. Now, if we try to rescue the person inside of her in order to defeat her, that chance is reduced to 52.744%."
Mon-El sighed. "Some decisions can't be made with a math equation."
He turned to leave, but stopped when he heard Querl inhale sharply. "Mon-El!" He turned around, surprised to see a panicked look on his friend's face. "Something's happened to Oliver and Winn."
***
Kara had finally pulled herself away from the medbay and was out on the balcony of the D.E.O., arms braced on the railing, leaning her forehead on her clasped hands. She recognized the footsteps approaching her, but she didn't look up. "I don't know what to tell William," she said quietly.
"When the cure works, there won't be anything to tell," Malcolm told her, stopping and leaning on the rail next to her.
"And if it doesn't?" Kara asked bitterly. "I'll have to tell him one of the Worldkillers infected him with a virus that is one hundred percent fatal. Oliver gave up the hood originally so William wouldn't have to worry about losing him, and now William might do it anyway when he wasn't even wearing the hood at all."
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