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nursing wounds in an open field

Still in shock, April held onto Clark as he speed her to an open, quiet field. It was better than the Nexus, with less emotions off randomly passing people. And there was a familiarity in Clark's worried emotions and thoughts.

Her breathing was slowing down to a normal pace. The first concern would be the cut, which still had not healed with her abilities. April knew she had to explain, somehow.

"Poison. On her nails..."

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He sets her down carefully on the grass, supporting her upper body with his own and returning his attention to the bleeding gash. He can't hear anyone around for a few miles, which means they won't be interrupted, and hopefully they're far enough away that she won't pick up on anyone but him.

Her mention of poison has his heart racing even more than it was. "It's not fatal, is it?"

"Healing abilities keeping it in check." April explains, slowly. Yes, this does mean that someone slashed open her jugular with their fingernails.

He takes a look through her fingers, examining the gash very closely without having to remove the pressure. He hesitates, unsure of what to do. "If the bleeding stopped... could you fight it off easier?" The only thing he can think of, besides waiting, is to cauterize it. And with the jugular, that would be very, very tricky. Maybe impossible. He's certainly never done anything like it before.

"I think so. Losing blood is not good." Especially for vampires.

"If... if I use my heat vision I might be able to stop the bleeding. But it could scar, and if I mess up... I could make it worse. Or kill you." He doesn't even want to suggest it, but he doesn't want her to suffer or die either. "I'm sorry, I don't know what else to try..."

"The only other way would be to bleed out the poison. But then..." April doesn't want to go into hunger-frenzy. Or attacking Clark for his blood.

"Try to stop the bleeding." She trusts him. Always.

If it's a choice between hurting him and hurting her, he'll take the injury to himself any day, and he latches onto the idea. "Are you sure? I... I know my blood has healing properties. If you..."

Actually, her vampiric bite doesn't hurt. It is quite pleasant. Makes the predator even more dangerous.

"... your blood is different from humans. This is true." April shivers slightly. But she too would rather not risk anything happening to him. "...I do not know if I could."

The bite itself may not hurt, but Clark would need to be exposed to kryptonite to make his flesh vulnerable. Even just a tiny shard would do the job.

"If I try to stop the bleeding and it doesn't work, you have to use me." If he was a normal guy, he'd be shaking all over just at the thought of doing either one. "I can't lose you."

She places her free hand on his face. "You won't. We will... work this out."

Her mind knows he is worried and scared. And wants to protect her. "To take your blood, I would still have to bleed the poison out."

He swallows nervously. "If that's what we have to do, it's what we have to do. Second resort, okay?" He would rather just try that and get it over with, but if it doesn't work, she could bleed to death anyway. It's safer to try cauterization first, even though he doesn't like it.

"This won't be like last time. You can't move at all, not even a twitch. And you have to keep breathing normally." One tiny unanticipated movement and he could do even worse damage. He can only hold her so still without risking hurting her just from his hands.

"I can stop breathing. For a while." April whispered. When he used his heat vision to craft the rune on her back, it had hurt a lot. She can not imagine how much this will hurt.

And it had been hard not to move last time. "Immobilization... paralyzation... trigger a pressure point... should keep me still."

He doesn't like this at all. It seems so wrong to further injure someone who's already hurt, even though it's not a permanent kind of injury. And the idea of her not breathing for a while is worrying, even though he can get away with that himself.

"Okay. I... okay. Give me a second." He's going to be performing microsurgery with a sledgehammer. So he takes a moment to fully, thoroughly, completely map out the wound in the most microscopic detail that he can manage. He's only going to get one good shot at this, and he doesn't want to fuck it up. While he looks, he uses one hand to carefully nudge hers aside, replacing it. The other hand hovers above his chosen pressure point. He lets out a shaky breath. "Ready?"

Putting herself completely in his trust comes easy, because of everything they have been together. Taking a couple of shaky breaths herself, April works on placing up mental blocks between her and Clark. The last thing he would need is to hear a mental scream of pain.

"Ready..." She whispers. And then takes in a breath, and stills her breathing.

The only thing that keeps him from sliding into a panic is that he can still hear her heartbeat. With one precisely-placed and precisely-powered jab, he strikes the pressure point.

He takes a moment to make sure she's completely immobilized, then begins the careful and dangerous work of burning a razor-thin line down her neck. He doesn't even dare to blink, eyes locked on every millimeter of the ragged edges of the cut.

It is a damn good thing that she can not move. Because the pain is immense. Her eyes turn red from the sensation. And her heartbeat races...

But the cut is getting closed.

It takes every ounce of concentration he has not to react to the increase in her heartbeat. He can't see her eyes, so visually focused on his task as he is, but his hearing is attuned to her body rhythm and he has to try very hard to not become so alarmed that he can't continue. He can't even ask if she's okay because he knows she can't answer.

She already seems to have lost a lot of blood, and even though he's closing the cut like zipping it shut, more blood is escaping as he's forced to release the pressure in order to get line of sight access.

Half the cut is closed now. Her heartbeat is going to remain at that above-average pace. It is a difficult situation. It seemed either way, that April was going to lose a lot of blood.

And her body sinks deep into the hunger need.

His handiwork is not going to be pretty, and it's going to leave a nasty scar. Whether or not her healing ability will take care of that is up for grabs, of course.

He's twigged to the fact that her elevated heartrate isn't just from pain, but he can't stop to find out what's wrong. He has to finish before the paralysis wears off, and before she needs to breathe again. Not to mention he isn't sure if he'll be able to bring himself to start again.

The magical rune is still there. But that was different - and hopefully this scar will heal in time.

The hunger singals an inner battle between Beast and April. The Beast wants to free herself and feed. While April knows she has to stay in this state, just a little longer. Clark only has to make it a couple of more seconds.

He wants to rush and finish quickly, but he knows he can't dare risk it. He has to take his time. "Almost done," he whispers. It's all he dares to say, lest he become too distracted from what he's doing.

He's almost exhausted by the time he finally finishes, eyes nearly aching from the strain of such fine detail work for so long.

He finishes by the time the paralyzing effect wears off, and she exhales deeply. Her heartbeat races still. And the smell of him, so close and so weak, is very tempting to her Beast.

"Clark..." It is a half-growl of his name.

He'd squeezed his eyes shut and pressed his palms into the closed lids, but he opens them in a hurry when he hears the growl. "April..." He knows he could fight her off if he had to, but he's not worried about himself. He's concerned for her, and what she needs. And he knows she's lost a fair amount of blood.

Her own eyes are red. The Beast is so close to its desire for blood at that moment.

But April finds the strength to fight for control. "No... not without permission." And the eyes return to their natural hue.

With the cut closed now, because of his efforts, her body starts to work on neutralizing the poison. She feels weak from the blood loss, and the pain, and still feeling his emotions.

"If you need it, take it." He doesn't even need to think about offering. If it will help, he's willing to give. "Do you have the kryptonite on you?"

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