Stop the fight. Or have it stopped for you.

Your mentor, Supergirl already helped you up, and Vixen was holding her head from that unexpected sonic surprise. She looked at you from the other end of the ring, remembering the demonstration and the practice fight; she temporarily lost herself to the morphogenetic field and felt great instinctive rage. At that moment, as she was blown away, she had a hidden hankering, which now was gradually increasing. She walked over, feeling like showing off some with a sexy walk; she was intrigued. "Is everything alright...?" she purred.

"Yeah," Kara defended. "Thanks for showing him what you can do. He just, uh, just needs a little rest."

"Of course. Lions need their rest, too," she smirked. You and Kara were a bit confused about that statement, but you just left with her back to bed. Vixen watched, her smirk unwavering as one hand was on her hip, her other finger tapping her right cheek and traced down and slowly, over her bare chest around her heart. "And he hasn't seen what I can do. Yet..."

After getting you back to bed, Supergirl decided to hold off on that 'pick-me-up' she mentioned because she was concerned about what happened to you. You got yourself under the blanket, facing the opposite wall as she levitated in a sitting position in front of you. "You sure you're OK?" You clear your throat some, actually feeling better.

"Yeah," you replied more clearly. "Guess I had something in my throat." Trying to diffuse the concern with a joke did so little, even with a brief grin for good measure. She gave him a pity smile, and said,

"Get some rest. I'll go get Dr. Katari to check on you." That's when you pulled the blanket over your head.

"Uh, no thanks. I'm not sick, Kara," you told her. The last thing you needed was another female to go to bed with. Normally, that would like a fantasy come true, but with what's happened, including recently, you just weren't feeling up for sex at the moment. But Kara insisted.

"Oh no, you don't, Casanova. I'll be keeping an eye on you both, so you don't need to worry about anything." She used her x-ray vision to inspect your throat. "It looks like your vocal folds are changing into a similar, yet different shape than the first time I scanned you." You peek out and, naturally, you asked when she scanned you. "Our first day together," she smiled. Then she finally left to get Dr. Kitty. With all the excitement, and the pain of having the weight of an elephant smash on you, you immediately drift off to sleep.