It was odd seeing her like this. 

No, odd wasn't the right word for it...humbling? 

Yes, that was it. Humbling. To see this powerful, imposing figure reduced to laying on a hospital bed hooked up to medical equipment was a humbling sight indeed. It reminded Clark that even with their array of powers, gadgets and weapons, heroes could still be thrown down to the pavement just like any of the people they strive to protect. Of course, it wasn't as if he hadn't seen Diana injured before, but this was different. He was on his way back from the Fortress of Solitude and was within a mile or two of his apartment when he heard cries for help issuing from the beach close by. When he arrived, he found Diana's limp body, blood oozing out of massive gashes, bruises littering her body. Her chest had been moving extremely slowly, her breath seeming to be labored. After shooing the crowd away, he scooped her up in his arms took her to the nearest hospital where they managed to find an open bed and injected all sorts of fluids into her before stitching up some of the more vicious wounds and telling Clark that they would be back "as soon as they could". He was sure that they were going to convene about the benefits of treating a superhero, including how they could bill the Amazons for a last minute addition to their catalog of patients. They would be disappointed, of course. From what he understood, Amazons didn't stay down for long, especially not Princess Diana. He had seen her suffer through asteroid storms, beams consisting of raw energy and other such morbid threats without a scratch. To think that someone or something could have reduced the Princess to a wounded carcass was troubling. 

His gaze averted to the window where the sun's dying rays were obscured by the tightly drawn shades. It had been four hours, Clark not leaving her side for a moment. She was a good friend of his, one that had stuck with him through some of the darkest times in his life. She was the one that took Kara in and trained her to be not only a proficient warrior, but a wonderful woman. Diana took care of the funeral arrangements for Lois, ensuring that his deceased wife was paid all the respect in the world. She counseled him through his grief, aided him in making Metropolis one of the safest places to be in the world and...

He heard Diana's heartrate quicken slightly, her muscles beginning to activate. He rose from the chair he had been occupying and went to the side of her bed, taking her hand gently.
"Diana?"