When she lay in the hospital bed and looked Clark straight in the eye, she wanted to find some hint of blame or distrust there. But in those impossibly blue eyes, she saw only a lethal dose of emotion and tears.
No one could face Superman's tears head-on. Lois could not help turning her head away. But Clark had no intention of letting her off that easily. He walked to the bedside, sat down, took Lois's hand, and said with a slight choke in his voice, "You actually did so much for me, Lois..."
"Ahem, I admit, part of it was indeed my doing," Schiller said.
Clark rolled his eyes at him in the middle of being moved.
"Actually, even if my origins were exposed, it wouldn't be that bad," Clark said. "You didn't have to risk your health to do all this. I'm not as fragile as you think. Even if they didn't trust me, I would still do what I should."
Lois shook her head. "No, Clark. Think carefully. During all these years you've been on Earth, haven't a lot of people helped you?"
Clark considered her question. The answer was obviously yes. Over the years, he had met countless good people.
Take school, for example. He had no idea how many times he had revealed his unusual abilities, but none of it had ever even spread beyond the school gates. No one had leaked anything.
There had been quite a few people on that school bus that had plunged into the lake. He had pulled the bus out right in front of them. Even the chubby kid who had been the most hostile toward him and mocked him at every turn had later come to thank him with his mother, and she had promised that they would