Glide

Clark sighed and looked through the observation window to where Chloe lay in her hospital bed. Clark sighed and rubbed his eyes. He had been there all day, and all the doctors had been able to tell him was that she was experiencing severe abdominal trauma, what ever that meant. A doctor stepped out of the room, closing the door behind her, eyes fixed to the ground.

Clark took a step forward. He needed to tell Lois what was happening. If he didn't have an explenation, she'd kill him. Even if he did have one, she'd still probably kill him, but at least he would feel a bit better. "Did you bring in Chloe?" Asked the doctor, finally looking up from the floor. Clark was jolted back to his own body, his mind had been elsewhere, and started.

"Yes, that's me," Clark said, looking at her, "Do you know what's wrong?" The doctor sighed and lowered her eyes, shaking her head.

"We couldn't figure out what's wrong. We've given her some pain medication, and something for the vomiting, but there really isn't anything we can do," the woman sighed, still not looking him in the eyes. Clark's brow wrinkled. How could nothing be wrong? "We think it might be helpful if you relayed what happened before you came here." Clark nodded once, and the doctor lead him around a corner. "You said she was acting a bit out of character, right?" Clark nodded. "Describe it to me. Was it like a mood swing, or like a break down?'

He sighed and thought for a moment. Why was it a choice between those two? "Uh, kind of like a mood swing, i guess. she started swearing when she spilt her coffee, and she doesn't really swear. And, when i took a bit long to open up the door, she started yelling at me," Clark added, wondering what the doctor was thinking was wrong.

The doctor blinked, bobbing her head like an over grown bird. "And, she just turned around and started vomiting? Just like that?" She said, still not looking very convinced.

"Yeah, she stopped like mid-sentence and vomited." The doctor closed her eyes for a moment, a strange look on her face.

"Well, my diagnosis," said the doctor, taking a small step forward and putting her hand on Clark's shoulder. "It's entierly hormonal. She probably just had a bad mood swing, combine that with a time of the month and you have a very strange case of sever morning sickness," she said, looking at him coyly. Clark stepped back, suffering from information overload. What was this doctor thinking?

"H-How?" Clark stammered, uncertain as to how to word his question "How did you come to that conclusion?" He asked, virtually terefied of the answer. She shrugged her shoulders, putting her hands into her startched white pockets.

"That's the only logical explenation, but even that is a bit of a stretch. She should be fine in a few hours, so you can take her home then." The doctor looked at Clark, something almost unnoticable in her eyes. "While she's out, we could do an ultrasound, if that would help." Clark shook his head and blinked rapidly, trying to drive unwanted images from his minds eye.

"N-No thanks. She probably be even less thrilled about that..." Clark thought, saying the last part in his mind. With that he padded down the hallway, searching for a phone, and, inwardly, something to tell Lois that wasn't that doctors diagnosis.

A few hours later...

Chloe strode through the hospital doors, although a little clumsily from the pain killers, and took a deep breath. "Ahhh, fresh air. It tastes really good after having tasted nothing but hospital tubes stuck in your mouth for the past three hours," she smiled, beaming up at Clark. The farm boy gave her a snaggle-toothed smile, and continued walking, his mind floating off. What if the doctor had said was true? What if it was just a super charged mood swing? Maybe that was her krypto power, he chuckled to himself.

"Hey, Chloe," he started, looking down, expecting to see the top of his friends head. Instead he was looking almost directly down her top. He backed a half step away, and got the full picture. Chloe was at eye level, with her feet floating a good six inches above the ground.

"What?" She asked, looking at him curiously, her head cocked to one side.

"You- you- look at your feet!" He yelled, shock coresing through his veins like electric blood. Still looking at him strangely, she glanced down. And screamed.

"AUGGHHH!" Chloe cried, as she realized that she was no longer standing on solid ground, but on thin air. As soon as she realsied that she was floating she collapsed to the ground, looking at Clark with wide eyes. "Clark..." she trailed off, her voice scared. Frantically hoping that no one had seen her floating, he picked her up and sped off toward his house, worried and frightened. What was happening to her?