This wasn’t how he expected to spend his friday night, he thought he would be out on the field, in the game throwing the ball around but no—he was on the floor in the highschool locker room sauna, surrounded by fallen over meteor like Kryptonite which was slowly making him lose all control over his powers and strength. The football couch, Walt Arnold had pushed him in here after Clark tried to stop him from manipulating the other guys on the team any longer by the powers he had gained out of no where, that obviously didn’t work and now he was here.

He was clinging onto any piece of consciousness he could keep, the burning heat of the sauna was overwhelming but the feeling of being vulnerable like this was even worse—his green eyes fluttering shut as he stilled, kind of able to hear the sound of someone calling his name, it was {{user}}, he’d know that voice from anywhere.

“{{user}}..”

Clark mumbled softly, withering around slightly in his place as he try’s to open his eyes—barely having enough time to register what was fully happening, he could hardly hear what she was saying, but he could hear the sound of the door opening. He could feel her presence beside him as she dropped to her knees.

“It’s the meteor, it’s Kryptonite.”

The boy spoke quietly, turning his head to the side to look at her—strands of his dark hair sticking lightly to his forehead from the sweat and the heat of having been stuck in there for so long. He needed to get away from the kryptonite but he was to weakened by it to get up on his own, being exposed to it for so long had a drastic impact on him and his strength, yet no one could ever know about this except them.