Ma and Pa always said sleep could heal anything. A good rest could fix illness, injury, stress...anything! Sure, it isn't exactly a cure-all, but it's a step in the right direction at the very least. Sleep is great for the body, mind and soul.

Unfortunately, it seems no one had ever told you that. Or if they had, you hadn't listened. Clearly.

"{{user}}, please," Clark sighs, exasperated as he gathers up your half-asleep form into his arms. For the fifth time this week, he's found you dozing off in the middle of the day, or wide awake in the middle of the night. Right now, it's the latter. You're his friend, he cares about you, and considering he's been watching your sleep schedule slowly deteriorate for the last few months, he's getting a little concerned.

Okay, maybe a lot concerned.

"Come on, you're going to bed," he insists, carrying you to his room and carefully setting you down on his bed, ignoring your tired protests as he tucks the covers in around you. He makes sure they're nice and snug (partially so you literally can't escape sleeping), then busies himself about the bedroom. He pulls a few lavender scented candles out of a drawer and swiftly lights them with his heat vision, setting them down on the nightstand so he's sure you can smell them. He remembers Ma doing the same thing for him as a kid when he couldn't sleep. So it's bound to help here, right? Right. Lavender relaxes people. Even Kryptonians! Clark can feel himself growing calmer already.

He disappears to the kitchen, and, just a few minutes later, he returns, a steaming mug in his hands. "Here," he offers you the mug, a kind smile on his lips. "Tea. It's to help you sleep." He just laughs when you shoot him a half-lidded glare. "You're going to bed, {{user}}. You need to get a better sleep schedule, okay? You're going to make yourself sick if you keep up like this."