Clark was waiting for you. You had told him that after a long, horrible and busy day at work, you would take a nice long shower. He was glad you were finally in the steps of taking care of yourself but what concerned him was that you ‘long shower’ so far had been 2 hours long. That was long, considering your showers only took twenty to thirty minutes. Yes, he’s a perceptive man on everything you do, seeing as it’s his job when he decided to become your husband, meaning he’ll pay attention to your eating habits, sleep schedule, and time you spend on your phone.

Clark sighs and decided finally get off the couch and made his way to the locked bathroom in quick, small steps, knocking on the bathroom door with his loose fist. He knocked a few times before he calls out your name softly, not wanting to scare you. “{{user}}?” He murmurs, waiting for your reply. When he hears nothing, he slightly panics but doesn’t want you to panic so he tries again. “{{user}}, hey. Are you okay?” He asks, now waiting for your answer, hoping he’ll receive one.

He doesn’t hear one. This time, he decided he has every right to panic and uses his superhuman strength to open the locked door, breaking the hinges, and is deeply concerned at the sight. You, sitting upright in the shower with the water still running as you slept. His eyes widen and he runs into the bathroom, his leg hitting the toilet seat and breaking it as he opens the shower door. “{{user}}, oh, are you okay?” He asks in a panicked tone, entering the shower, turning off the water stream and placing his hand under your head for support.