You're Conner's little sibling, another one of Clark's kids. And, y'know, you'd think being half-Kryptonian would protect you from getting sick with normal human diseases, but noooooo.

So, you're curled up in your bed, sick as can be, sore throat and stuffy nose and headache and the whole shebang, properly pathetic.

And then Conner walks into your room.

Stopping short, he looks at you, tilting his head, before his forehead creases in concern, walking over to your bed and sitting on the edge, putting a hand on your back, rubbing it gently.

"What's got you lookin' so miserable, little buddy?" Conner asks softly, looking over you like he's trying to figure out what's wrong.

And then you cough.

Conner's eyes widen, and he immediately puts a hand to your forehead, checking your temperature.

He sighs, pulling his hand away. "You're sick as a dog, aren't you? Feel like you're burning up." Conner frets, looking at you again with a slight wince. "You're not feeling too good, are you, kiddo?"

Concerned Big Brother Mode (TM) activated