Conversation in a Hospital Room
My eyes stirred open as I heard voices outside my room. I could make out one of the voices as Lex and the other as someone familiar. I heard, "Fine, just ten minutes and you're done".
The door opened slightly, and you come in causing butterflies to start flutter around in my stomach. I'm curious as to know why you're here.
"Clark," I say. You smile politely. I love it when you do that. It makes my world go la-la. I try not to smile back because I have to pretend to hate you for the hurt you caused me. You don't know that hating you is something I can't do. I could never hate you. I still love you, and I can't seem to let go no matter how much I try to lie to myself and others.
"Lana, hi. How are you doing?" you ask. "I'm doing good," I reply back. I don't know what to quite say and it seems like you don't either.
"What are you doing here?" I ask in a slightly harsh tone. I don't know why I must act like a bh around you, but it's the way words come out of my mouth nowadays.
"Just wanted to see how a friend was doing, that's all," you say nervously. Did you know, I always loved it when you became nervous like that. I always thought it was cute and kind of sexy.
"A friend?" I repeat. I'm shocked at why you would call me your friend. After all, I don't treat you with respect, I don't act like your friend, and I most certainly do not call you my friend because I don't think of you as just a friend. To me, you are more than just a friend. You're a lover, someone so significant to me that you have this profound effect on me.
"We're friends, right?" you ask with an eyebrow raised. I force a smile and say, "Yeah, just friends"
I sigh and there's an awkward silence between us now. You start to leave, but my voice calls you back.
"Don't leave me, Clark," I plead. I'm desperate for some company. I know there's always Lex or Chloe, but there's never Clark. I'm not going to let my chance slip away. If Lex has a problem with me talking to Clark, then he'll have to deal with it. I'm a big girl, and I can handle myself. I don't need him to make decisions for me.
Anyways, you smile and walk towards me again. You pull out a stool. I take your hand and hold it for a while. I rub it softly with my thumb.
"We need to talk Clark. And this time, it's nothing but the truth".