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Day 16: A Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day
https://archiveofourown.org/works/26748730/chapters/66022876
Prompt: A Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day; Forced to Beg, Hallucinations, Shoot the Hostage
Fandom/OC: Original Work
TW: swearing, dehumanization, death mention, knives, blood, child abuse, guns, broken bones
2. Strangling - Darcie (tumblr/ao3)
3. Manhandling - Martha (tumblr/ao3)
4. Hostage - Clark (tumblr/ao3)
5. Betrayal - Darcie (tumblr/ao3)
6. Bruises - Clark (tumblr/ao3)
7. Sensory Deprivation - Clark (tumblr/ao3)
8. Severe Illness - Lois (tumblr/ao3)
9. Impact - Clark (tumblr/ao3)
10. Surgery - Darcie (tumblr/ao3)
11. Drowning - Darcie (tumblr/ao3)
12. Rescue - Lois (tumblr/ao3)
13. Burns - Darcie (tumblr/ao3)
16. Half-Blind - Mister Wilson (tumblr/ao3)
17. Infection - Mister Wilson (tumblr/ao3)
18. Sprained Ribs - Clark (tumblr/ao3)
19. Stabbed - Darcie (tumblr/ao3)
20. Kidnapped - Clark (tumblr/ao3)
21. Bleeding - Mister Wilson (tumblr/ao3)
22. Self-Harm - Darcie (tumblr/ao3)
23. Screaming - Clark (tumblr/ao3)
24. Broken Bones - Lois (tumblr/ao3)
25. Comfort - Clark (tumblr/ao3)
26. Adrift - Clark (tumblr/ao3)
27. Poisoned - Darcie (tumblr/ao3)
28. Bloody Hands - Clark (tumblr/ao3)
29. Insomnia - Lois (tumblr/ao3)
2. Strangling - Darcie (tumblr/ao3)
3. Manhandling - Martha (tumblr/ao3)
4. Hostage - Clark (tumblr/ao3)
5. Betrayal - Darcie (tumblr/ao3)
6. Bruises - Clark (tumblr/ao3)
7. Sensory Deprivation - Clark (tumblr/ao3)
8. Severe Illness - Lois (tumblr/ao3)
9. Impact - Clark (tumblr/ao3)
10. Surgery - Darcie (tumblr/ao3)
11. Drowning - Darcie (tumblr/ao3)
12. Rescue - Lois (tumblr/ao3)
13. Burns - Darcie (tumblr/ao3)
16. Half-Blind - Mister Wilson (tumblr/ao3)
17. Infection - Mister Wilson (tumblr/ao3)
18. Sprained Ribs - Clark (tumblr/ao3)
19. Stabbed - Darcie (tumblr/ao3)
20. Kidnapped - Clark (tumblr/ao3)
21. Bleeding - Mister Wilson (tumblr/ao3)
22. Self-Harm - Darcie (tumblr/ao3)
23. Screaming - Clark (tumblr/ao3)
24. Broken Bones - Lois (tumblr/ao3)
25. Comfort - Clark (tumblr/ao3)
26. Adrift - Clark (tumblr/ao3)
27. Poisoned - Darcie (tumblr/ao3)
28. Bloody Hands - Clark (tumblr/ao3)
29. Insomnia - Lois (tumblr/ao3)
Whumptober Day 24!
Link to the Ao3:https://archiveofourown.org/works/34210837/chapters/86424658
Title: Broken Bones - Lois
Prompt: No. 24 ‘One Down, Two To Go’ - self-induced injuries to escape, flashbacks, revenge
Trigger Warnings: broken bones
Word Count: 862
Author’s Note: I’m sorry, it’s honestly not my best work, hopefully tomorrow will be better - enjoy!
Lois would admit that it was her fault she had, from what she could tell, broken her arm in three different places. Or at least it was mostly her fault - if her most recent interviewee hadn’t pulled a gun on her and forced her to get into the waiting car, she wouldn’t be in this mess in the first place.
Hostage situations were relatively common in Lois’ line of work - investigative reporters tended to get into all sorts of trouble with their findings, but were also considerably valuable. This wasn’t the first time Lois had been shoved into a car with no explanation of where she was being taken or why, but she had a bad feeling about the whole situation. Best to get out of it quickly, and the quickest way out was through the passenger door when the car had slowed to a stop at a red light.
The dumbass should’ve hired a driver who could actually remember to turn the child lock on.
Lois was already in a full sprint before her would-be interviewee even had the chance to shout in surprise, and she had managed to cross the road just as the light turned green and the car pulled away with the man still yelling from the backseat to chase after ‘that damned reporter’. She wasn’t taking any chances, so quickly slipped into a narrow alley between two buildings where the car certainly couldn’t follow, keeping pace down the block and out onto another side street when a sharp turn and a bit of wet grass sneaking it’s way over the sidewalk sent her tumbling. She swore she felt her left arm twist and possibly even snap as she landed on her side, but Lois wasted no time wondering what the hell she had broken as she was back on her feet and searching the area for a place to hide and phone the police before her captor could catch up.
Ten seconds later, she was hiding behind a dumpster and doing her utmost best to quiet her hard breathing and racing heart. It took Lois a solid minute to calm down enough to notice two things: (a) she had left her goddamned purse in that idiot’s getaway car, and (b) her left arm was hanging at a bit of a weird angle against her side. The amount of adrenaline pumping through her veins would dull the pain for a little bit, but there was no doubt in her mind that it was going to start hurting soon - she knew from experience that broken bones tended to hurt, and they hurt even more when you had two… no, three of them.
Well, shit. What a wonderful way to end an interview with yet another corrupt CEO on their blatant embezzlement and money laundering.
Her blouse certainly couldn’t be saved after a tumble like that but maybe her arm could, and it would certainly hurt a lot less once she could get all the bones set back where they belonged.
Okay, she told herself. Okay. Her work-bag had been left in the car, and her phone along with it, so she couldn’t call the police or Perry to come pick her up and take her to get her arm checked, but that wasn’t to say Lois couldn’t do so herself.
Breathing slowly to calm her nerves, she gingerly squeezed her wrist and winced at the bolt of pain that shot up her arm at the pressure but was able to note with some satisfaction that the bones weren’t too badly broken, perhaps only sprained. Better to wait for a doctor to take a look at it rather than try to set a semi-broken wrist herself.
One glance at her forearm and she knew that it was much worse off - the skin was already beginning to bruise, not to mention that it both looked and felt like the bones inside had been snapped neatly in half like glow sticks. Careful not to apply too much pressure, Lois felt along her arm until she came across the very clear compound break near her elbow and swore under her breath - this wasn’t going to be comfortable.
Ignoring her screaming muscles and the unsettling sensation of the two broken bone-ends grinding against each other inside her arm, Lois positioned her hand to put pressure on one side of the break while holding the other half of the bone in place. She would have vastly preferred for an actual doctor to set the broken bones, but she also had about zero ounces of patience in her system at the moment and just wanted to get this over with. Gritting her teeth, Lois pushed.
It took everything in her not to yelp when the break rubbed against itself and back into place with a sickening pop, but luckily it did not require a second attempt to set it - she would just have to be careful not to jostle it too much on her way to the hospital. Unfortunately, Lois was still left with two more broken bones also vying for her agonized attention.
“One down, Lo,” she muttered to herself, “One down, two to go.”
