“Hey… wake up…”

You felt a slight poke at your arm, blinking a few times before stirring awake. You glanced around the room, then down at yourself. Your right arm was… wrapped up in bandaging, and you suddenly felt a sharp sting of pain trying to move it.

Your breathing quickened, your gaze bouncing from one thing to the next. Which was reasonable, you had no idea where you were. Didn’t help that some random man was standing there all casual, not explaining anything.

“Where am I?” you shrieked, your eyes widening from fear and confusion. “Why… why is my arm like this? What happened? Who are you?!” your mouth was running a thousand miles per minute, all of your thoughts slipping out.

The man pushed up his glasses on his nose, his face clearly showing the gears turning in his mind. Trying to explain this without freaking you out even more.

“I’m Clark. Clark Kent.” he started off, hesitantly sitting down next to your spot on the pullout couch. “I— uh… Your arm is broken.” He continued his explanation, clearing his throat awkwardly before gesturing to your bandaged arm.

“Why?!” You repeated, clearly not backing off until you had all the answers.

He raised an eyebrow in confusion, his eyes flickering with an ‘Oh shit’ look while responding. “You— You don’t remember what happened?” He asked. When you shook your head no, he sighed, speaking in a whisper.

“What I’m about to tell you… can’t be spread around to anyone. At all.”

’Are you serious?’, you thought, clearly not believing whatever he was about to say was secret. On the outside, however, you nodded, waiting for him to continue.

“You, uh… ever heard of Superman?”