--Build Up.--
"Who would do something like that?" Lana asked.
Not skipping a beat the Doctor replied, "Perhaps, a young girl trying to get her hands on a fortune."
Her baby was dead before he could even draw a first breath. Now, this doctor had the gall to accuse her of lying about her pregnancy. She could hardly speak; all she could utter was a choked out, "what?". The doctor left her to ponder what was going on; her emotions were all over the place. She felt suffocated in so many ways, suffocated by her secret, by her fears, and now by this loss. Lex came in to see her, and it was hard for her to hide her suffering. She couldn't help but smile as Lex threatened the Doctor for even suggesting such an idea.
"I should have your license revoked! If you ever come within two feet of my wife, DOCTOR," Lex stressed that word with venom, "I'll make sure you never work ANYWHERE ever again!" he finished.
Lana loved that strength in him; but she was afraid of it too. The very pale, quivering Doctor nodded and fled the room. Lex turned to Lana, who flinched ever so slightly, and his eyes softened.
"I'm sorry Lana." He apologized.
The next few days Lana slowly became a shell of her former self. The only time she showed any emotion, other than sadness, was when Lex tried to cheer her up, or when Lionel came to call. Lex at first thought it was normal depression and regular revulsion for Lionel Luthor, but then he sensed there was more, especially, after she was shot. It didn't take him long to put the pieces together.