Jason was curled up under the covers in his dark room. His head was burning, his skin was tingling, and every inch on him felt so cold. He heard the door creak open slowly, the sound like metal grinding in his ears. He groaned as he peeked out and saw Kara in a hazmat suit holding a large bowl of soup.
“What’s with the outfit?” He asked as he eyed her up and down.
“I borrowed it from Clark. He uses it for deep space exploration, so.. I should be protected from any pathogens you may have.” She placed the bowl of soup down on a nearby table and sat down next to him on the bed.
“Right. Pathogens. Alien. Bad.” Jason said. He was high on medications so his brain wasn’t functioning normally. Kara tugged the covers down a little so at least his head popped out. His hair was a mess and he had the most adorably disgruntled look she’d ever seen on him. Lightly she stroked his face.
“…Your hands feel like you’re wearing giant oven mitts.” Jason whined. Kara held in a laugh and on instinct tried to move in to kiss him, but remembered the glass visor was in the way. Instead she fell into a hug on top of him.
“Get better soon. I miss you.” She mumbled.