She could feel the scream in the back of her throat but when she opened her mouth nothing would come out. She felt tears sting her eyes and her heart felt like it was going to pound out of her chest, not that she noticed that at the moment. She would have fainted if she knew she needed to stay awake. The sight before her scared her even more than the headlights coming at her a few months back.
There, in the dark alleyway, behind the Talon, lay her invulnerable boyfriend in a VERY vulnerable state. The first thing she noticed was the hole in his chest, his blood soaked shirt, and the small puddle of blood surrounding him. He was unconscious and very pale.
She collapsed to her knees beside him, not even feeling the pain as her knees collided with the pavement. She tore her jacket off and pressed it to his chest to help stop the bleeding.
Her mind was racing, tears were running heavily down her cheeks, her heart was pounding but she had to be strong. But she couldn't help but let out a sobbing breath.
Before she knew it her jacket was soaked in blood. "Clark…please…." She sobbed.
She took out her cell phone from her pocket, fumbling with it, her tears blurring her vision. She pressed number 2 on her keypad which speed dialed the Kent home.
The phone seemed to ring for ever as she stared down, shaking, watching as Clark only kept bleeding intensively from his wound.
"Pick up, pick up, pick up!" She whispered frantically into the phone.
She heard the phone pick up and before Jonathan Kent could even finish saying "Kent", Chloe very quickly squeaked his name.
There was a pause on the other line for a moment, "Chloe?"
"Mr. Kent, Clark's hurt, please…you need to get here immediately." She tried to remain calm but she couldn't help but sob.
"Chloe, what do you mean? What happened?" Jonathan's voice sounded confused but she could hear the worry and fear in his voice.
"I…I don't know! Mr. Kent, please there's no time for questions, please, we're at the Talon." She looked back down at Clark and saw her jacket was completely blood soaked and just getting worse. "In they alleyway…please, hurry."
"I'm on my way." The she heard him hang up and she closed her phone and looked back down at Clark. "Hold on Clark…"
It seemed like forever, but in reality was on a few minutes, before she heard the engine of the Kent's truck and saw the headlights on the dark street. She ran out of the alley and stood where the Kent's could see her.
Mr. Kent stopped short right in front of the Talon and saw Chloe. He heard Martha gasp from beside him and quickly got out of the car. He approached Chloe and saw that her pants and shirt were splattered with blood and she had tears streaming down her cheeks. "Chloe, are you ok?"
She nodded, "But I don't know if Clark will be."
She turned her head and caught Martha's heart breaking gaze. She sobbed once and ran back over to Clark. Martha and Jonathan followed her and Martha cried out when she saw her son. "Oh my God, Clark!"
Jonathan's eyes widened. He bent down and slipped one hand under Clark's back and the other under his legs. With much struggle he lifted his son into his arms.
"I'll call an ambulance." Martha said quickly and grabbed her cell phone."
"No." Jonathan's voice was strained.
"No?!" Martha asked incredulously.
Jonathan shook his head, "We can't take him to a hospital, Martha."
"Jonathan!"
"Chloe, there are blankets in the back of the truck, lay them out in the back." Jonathan told her.
Chloe nodded and ran and very quickly laid the blankets in the back of the truck.
"Jonathan, he could be dying!" Martha exclaimed and followed Jonathan to the truck.
Jonathan very carefully placed Clark on the blankets. He took off his own jacket and pressed it to Clark's wound. The blood flow had slowed down slightly.
"Martha, if we take him to a hospital, they doctors will have to know that Clark isn't human. Not only do the doctors not know how to treat an unknown species but they will go and tell the world."
"Jonathan, this is our son! I know you don't want to risk having his secret exposed but would you rather him dead?!" Martha exclaimed, tears in her eyes. "Look at him Jonathan!"
Jonathan did so and saw what she saw. Never in his whole life has Clark ever been sick, never has he been cut up, nor come crying home with a scraped knee or elbow. And now here he lay with a deep, gushing wound in his chest. His only son, who he loved more than anyone could ever know.
That little boy who came crashing down to Earth 13 years ago. That little boy who looked up at him and called him 'daddy'. That little boy who grew up to be a super-powered teenager. His little boy. And his little boy needed his help now, and he knew what he had to do.
"Chloe get in the car." He said suddenly, "Martha, the keys are in the ignition. We're going to the hospital."
Martha sighed in relief and ran over to the driver's side of the car. She hopped in and started the engine. Chloe quickly followed suit.
"Hold on son." Jonathan brushed the hair out of Clark's face. "Help is on the way."
The truck took off with a jerk and Martha headed quickly to the Smallville Hospital.
The truck pulled up in front of the emergency wing. Jonathan hopped out of the truck and sprinted towards the entrance. He ran inside and slammed his hands down on the main desk.
The nurse looked up at him with a curious glance, "Can I help you sir?"
"My son needs help." Jonathan said frantically.
The nurse took a glance behind him and saw no one behind him, "Where is your son sir?"
"We have him outside in the car."
The woman raised her eyebrow.
"He's unconscious and he is seriously hurt."
"Why didn't you call an ambulance?"
Jonathan narrowed his eyes, "Because my son could be dying and waiting for one of the ambulances is not something I wanted to do!"
The nurse stared at him a moment, decided he was sincere and sent a few nurses outside with a gurney. Jonathan followed them and helped them as they loaded Clark onto the bed. Martha and Chloe got out of the car as well and followed the nursing staff back into the hospital.
"What happened to him?" One of the nurses asked.
"I don't know…we received a call from his girlfriend, Chloe," Jonathan motioned to Chloe, "and she told us that he was hurt."
"I don't know what happened either." Chloe said. "I just found him like this…I didn't hear him scream or any sounds at all."
They were heading down the hallway and they came to a door and the nurses pushed the double doors open. One of the nurses at the foot of the bed turned to Chloe, "I'm afraid you can't come past this point, Miss. You're going to have to wait in the waiting room."
Chloe stopped short and her jaw dropped. "But…"
"Chloe," Martha spoke up, "I'll come out and tell you when we know something."
Chloe shut her mouth and nodded softly and just watched as Clark disappeared behind the swinging doors. After she could no longer see him, she retreated back into the waiting room.
The nurses got Clark into a room and immediately ripped open his shirt and tended to his wound.
A few minutes later a doctor rushed in and ran over to Clark's side. He examined the wound, "It looks like a stab wound." He said. "Keep putting pressure on the wound." He told the nurses and walked over to Jonathan and Martha. "Hello, I'm Dr. Barts. I'll be tending to your son. What's his name?"
"Clark Joseph Kent." Martha said shakily.
"Date of birth?"
Jonathan and Martha's eyes widened.
"October 16th 1986." Jonathan quickly said. They never actually had a date of birth for Clark, rather the day he was found. And now they just subtracted three years assuming he was around three years old when they found him.
"Okay Mr. and Mrs. Kent, your son has lost a lot of blood through the wound. His bleeding seems to have slowed down but we are going to need to do a blood transfusion."
Jonathan and Martha felt their chests tighten.
"Doctor, I'm afraid that's impossible." Jonathan said.
Dr. Barts cocked his head to the side, "Impossible? No Mr. Kent I assure you it is not impossible, we do it all the time…"
"That's not what I meant." Jonathan calmly cut him off, "Clark can't receive any blood because…because..." He took a breath. "Because…he's not human."
A/N: Bet you weren't expecting this to happen!