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slayers_desire) wrote2012-11-20 05:25 pm
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tests of a new mother
April and Jonathan went shopping today. The new mother decided to travel into Smallville to avoid the noise and confusion of Metropolis itself. And shopped at the flea market, and a couple of small-town places that she knew would provide approprate supplies at good prices.
Her best find of the day was a small wooden music box. It had an older tree feeling to it, which she particulary liked. And felt would be a good addition to the nursery.
Jonathan was tired when they returned home. So April placed him in the crib, and quietly took out the music box to gently play for him while he slept.
Two seconds after leaving the nursery, Jonathan started to cry with a piercing scream. Quickly, April returned to the nursery. She could feel that he was in pain... so gently she picked him up. And attempted to soothe him. She could not figure out why he was in such pain however.
And her first attempts to soothe him didn't work. Holding him, April left the nursery and headed into the living room to call Dr. Hamilton. Jonathan calmed slightly, but still whimpered.
Her best find of the day was a small wooden music box. It had an older tree feeling to it, which she particulary liked. And felt would be a good addition to the nursery.
Jonathan was tired when they returned home. So April placed him in the crib, and quietly took out the music box to gently play for him while he slept.
Two seconds after leaving the nursery, Jonathan started to cry with a piercing scream. Quickly, April returned to the nursery. She could feel that he was in pain... so gently she picked him up. And attempted to soothe him. She could not figure out why he was in such pain however.
And her first attempts to soothe him didn't work. Holding him, April left the nursery and headed into the living room to call Dr. Hamilton. Jonathan calmed slightly, but still whimpered.

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"I wish you could talk, little one." April kissed his forehead.
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Once she lets him in, he goes straight there, ready to check Jonathan over.
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"Could you hold him while I examine him?" he asks April.
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While a little curious about the Doctor and the tools, Jonathan whimpers softly. He is too upset to play right now.
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"What else could it be?"
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While the exam is happening, Clark arrives downstairs, making his way to the elevator.
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Once Clark arrives on their floor, he will note a slight pain himself from the musical sounds from inside the apartment.
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Clark doesn't draw the connection between the music and the pain right away, although it confuses him. The last time his ears hurt was the first time he heard Black Canary's sonic scream, and there's nothing like that here. It's inducing a mild headache though, as he opens the apartment door. "April?"
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"Dr. Hamilton ruled out an ear infection."
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Jonathan gives a whimpering cry to his father.
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"You think it's the music?" Emil asks with a puzzled look.
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The music box looks innocent enough. But Clark will feel that sickening feeling from it.
"It was the nursery where he started crying, after I started playing it."
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"Of course." The doctor doesn't feel a thing, naturally, and is easily able to switch off the gentle tune.
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He hadn't known that kryptonite could be transmitted through sound... but it does make sense. After all, he once managed to blind himself by reflecting his own heat vision off of kryptonite.
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April looks down at their child. "Jonathan was reacting to the Kryptonite." It makes sense. She couldn't be around the meteor rock while pregnant.
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