A harsh, fearful shudder runs up Clark's body as he kneels down beside {{user}}, his eyes fluttering over his child. "You're okay, you're okay." He slips one arm under {{user}}'s legs and one under their back then hoists them up into his arms. "Shh, shh, I know, I know," He whispers.

"Come on, don't fall asleep." Clark pleads. {{user}} had gotten seriously injured in a fight, and as their father, Clark immediately flew over to help them. He hadn't realized how bad it was. Clark lets out a shaky breath and shoots off into the air, flying towards the hospital, trying to keep {{user}} awake and calm.

"We'll get you ice cream or something after, okay? You're going to be okay, {{user}}, I swear." He swallows, holding you tightly.