Took longer than expected, but here you have it. Hope you enjoy the fourth part of this series as much as I am and please, if you have any requests let me know!
Warnings: Reader is still hurt. Mention of physical abuse.
Word count: 1,967
Out of all the virtues Lex had let you see throughout the years, patience wasn't one of them. Especially if the one person in the world he cared about, lay unconscious in a hospital bed and faced an uncertain fate.
Usually, Lex could control himself. His duty as the CEO of a multinational corporation demanded him to do so. But when it came to you, nothing was ever that simple.
Occasionally eyeing you, —as if you'd suddenly vanish into thin air if he didn't— Lex found himself in the same situation he'd been hours ago, desperately pacing around outside of your room, clinging to the same phone that had failed to reach you before. And was now failing to connect him with—
"Stone," the familiar voice of the doctor finally came through the speaker, after —Lex had lost count of how— many straight to voicemail calls.
"Where are you?" Lex stammered. On the other side of the line, Doctor Silas Stone accommodated himself in a beaten up leather chair and opened his mouth to say something, but Lex cut him off.
"It's Y/N, she..." Lex muttered, taking a deep breath. "She's hurt. Badly. They, they, say that— even if she makes it through the night..." He paused, keeping his voice from cracking. "They say she'll never walk again."
Silas remained silent for a moment. Pondering the situation. For he already knew what Lex was about to ask of him.
In the past years since your partnership, Silas had been using your facilities and funding to develop a technology that would allow to harness the power of an object called a 'Mother Box' to be used, amongst other things: medical and military applications.
Given the nature of this Box, however, the many experiments, prototypes and what not. Done by Silas, had mostly failed. Resulting in him losing credibility and patience from both Lex and you.
After all of that failure, Doctor Silas Stone, still sitting on his beaten up chair, found himself once again thinking about stopping his work altogether.
But he couldn't.
"It's too dangerous, Lex." He said finally. "The devices... they're not ready.
She could die."
Tightening his grip on the phone, Lex looked at you again. The sight tearing him up to his very soul.
The first thing Lex felt, was fear. He couldn't fathom how the rest of his life would be without you, now that you'd shown up to brighten it up so much. For a second, and almost as a deja vu, he envisioned it.
Lex shuddered.
Without you, he watched his days go back into darkness. But even worse, Lex saw you. Bound to a wheelchair for the rest of your life. Subtly, but undeniably there, your squandered eyes. Forever begging him to put you out of your misery, and hating him when he didn't. But how could he?
Lex pulled himself back from his thoughts. A shiver running down his spine as dread spread through him like wildfire.
Only to be replaced by anger.
"Doctor," Lex snickered. "Doctor, doctor, doctor. It may have escaped your notice, but this is not a request."
Silas breathed loudly, feeling Lex's mask cracking to reveal the darkness within. Silas had only seen this once or twice since his liaison with the King and Queen of Metropolis. As some people bashfully referred to you.
During this period, Silas had also learned just what had made you earn those titles to begin with.
What you were both capable of.
Suppressing the urge to scream, Doctor Stone braced himself for the words that would follow.
"Need I remind you why you came to us in the first place?" Lex threatened.
Stone knew what Lex was about to ask him. He didn't want to do it. He thought about stopping his work altogether and running. But he couldn't.
For that night, three years ago, he had all but signed his soul away to you, the moment he set foot in that convention center.
Now, he had no choice.
The line fell into a deadly silence for a moment.
Just when he was about to accept his fate, Silas Stone got an idea.
After all this time, it seemed, he had finally found the light at the end of the tunnel.
With renewed hope, and thankful that his now determined expression remained obscure to Lex Luthor. Stone carefully articulated the words that would set him free.
"Very well, then."
