Prologue
He almost outed himself as the most powerful being on Earth in his haste to be immediately beside her after they transferred her bloody body from the ambulance to the gurney.
As the emergency room doctor barked out his orders while the others rolled her into Trauma, one nurse finally took notice of his dishevelled appearance. "You need to be looked at as well, Mr.—"
"No!" he shouted, effectively cutting her off. "Save her. The only thing you need to do is save her!"
"But Mr. –"
"The blood on my clothes is hers." He said with eerie calm. "Save. Her."
One of the doctors noticed the tension between the professional and the agitated husband and he gently put a hand on the nurse's arm. "Find Dr. Morgan, Shelly. We might need her expertise."
He just can't stand still and watch. "Who's Dr. Morgan? Can't you fix her?"
The doctor who addressed the nurse turned to him and introduced himself as Dr. Varner. "Dr. Morgan is a spinal cord specialist. I have to be honest, it does not look good. But please, be rest assured that Ms. Lane is in very good hands."
Clark did not say a word. He turned his back to the doctor and started walking, not caring where his feet might take him.
I was too late. The words harshly replayed inside his head, and he could not help getting angry with himself for his inability to save her. The love of his life.
Suddenly, his feet stopped, and then he felt the sudden urge to look up, in front of him was the door to a chapel located inside the hospital.
Drawn inside, Clark walked down the aisle towards the crucifix hanging on the wall. The rage completely left him, and only two words came out of his mouth.
"Save her."
Bowing his head, he let the tears fall. He did not know how long he stood there, but his silent prayer was broken when the chapel doors opened, revealing a harried Shelly, probably looking everywhere for him.
"Dr. Morgan is now in the ER. She is ready to talk to you, Mr. Luthor."
Clark nodded and refrained from using his super speed to get to Trauma. As he reached the chapel doors, he turned back to the crucifix once more, and uttered another prayer.
"Save her."
I know I'm kinda shooting myself in the foot here, with No Other You still in progress, but this story would not leave me! Hope you guys are intrigued. Love you lots! :)