Title: Hurt and Alone 3--Deserted Lex
Author: Ras
Spoilers: Major spoilers for Jitters and all previous episodes
Rating: PG-13
Category: Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Post-Ep
Summary: Set at the end of Jitters. Lex did get hit by that gun pretty hard. Now it's Clark's turn to take care of a hurting and alone Lex. Mildly slashy.
Posting/Archiving: Anyone that wants it can have it. Just tell me where it's going.
Feedback: Always welcome, e-mail [1]RobinSchatz@msn.com
Author's notes: If you can not accept something that is slightly outside of cannon, you will not like this story. It's definite that Lionel Luthor is emotionally abusive, but an anonymous person inspired an idea in my head that maybe he's physically abusive as well. Although I don't feel that the physical abuse is clearly there in the tv show, I feel that it could be. So my Lex was physically and emotionally abused by his father. It just makes for better angst.
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**
A hug from his father was an unbearable thought for Lex Luthor. More than anything he wanted to shove Lionel off of him, but Lex knew better than that. Not in front of the cameras at least; that would result in a beating for sure. So Lex tried to endure the embrace while desperately searching for an escape.
That's when he saw the Kents. Their happiness made his pain hurt worse. It wasn't that he was jealous of Clark; he wanted Clark to be happy. The inevitable comparison between the hugs just served as a poignant reminder of how alone Lex was. He wanted someone to truly care about him like that, someone to hug him with love. But Lex knew that would never happen, and that's why it hurt so much.
Lex forced the ache in his heart down deep and reminded himself that he had to start acting like a Luthor. He focused on putting on his proper PR face until the reporters were gone. It didn't take long for Lionel to find another chance to injure his son.
"You're lucky," Lionel baited.
"Why?" Lex asked in his typically charismatic manner, raising his eyebrows with the question. He refused to let his father see how easy it was to upset him.
"Because, then I really would have had to punish you."
Lex laughed; as if he thought it were a joke. Of course he knew that it wasn't; that's probably why his heart was pounding faster and faster. But, maybe if he laughed and acted like it was a joke, then maybe it could be almost like it wasn't the truth. Almost.
Lex had to get away from his father. He continued to force a smile as he walked away, pretending to busy himself with cleaning up the monitoring area. The dizziness that swarmed his head upon movement surprised Lex, but didn't necessarily alarm him. He had sustained a pretty substantial blow to the head. It did concern him a little when he realized his vision was too blurred to make out anything on the Luthorcorp blueprints. He tried to concentrate and see if he could get his vision to return. Lex suddenly felt faint and had to grab on to the table to stop from falling over. Great, a concussion, he thought. Just hang on, Lex. The dizziness will pass in a minute, you can wait it out.
"Mr. Luthor?" The quiet voice surprised him.
"Yes?" He looked up quickly, too quickly. The sudden movement sent a stabbing pain through the front of his head and made the vertigo so much worse. He grasped the table tighter while trying to conceal his condition. "Can I help you?"
"We'd like to check you out, just to be on the safe side," the girl in the paramedic uniform said.
Normally Lex would have said no, but . . . the whole world was spinning around him. If he thought he could walk to the car . . . but right now he was sure that he would collapse on the way. "If you want," he shrugged.
She led him toward the ambulance; he tried to follow. "Tried" being the operative word. Each step made the dizziness worse and made his head pound harder. Act normal, Lex. Walk casually. You can do it--calm, collected. He reminded himself that Luthors had to walk with presence, never letting anyone see a weakness. Do you realize how humiliating it would be if you passed out here? Dad would be furious . . . Just a few more steps. He closed his eyes to force out the whirling world as he walked those last few steps. He had made it.
He sat on the bumper of the ambulance, sweating and exhausted. Just walking the few yards to the ambulance had drained him of all that he had. This concussion was definitely worse than previous ones. Maybe if he just closed his eyes and relaxed a minute the pain would stop. An intense buzzing brought Lex's attention to a helicopter taking off in the distance. "Thanks for caring, Dad," Lex whispered under his breath. The deeper, more severe pain in his heart burned again.
"What's that, Mr. Luthor?" the paramedic asked.
"Nothing, and please, call me Lex. Mr. Luthor is my father," and someone I never want be, he added silently in his mind. He starred off blankly as the helicopter faded to a speck in the horizon.
Lex tried once again to wall off the ache in his heart. It wasn't that he wanted his father to stick around. As a matter of fact, his father was just about the last person he wanted around while he was injured. Lionel would probably belittle him right now for accepting medical care. It wasn't like he expected his father to be Jonathan Kent, who was still hugging his son. But . . . didn't he deserve a father who would be concerned about his welfare, who wouldn't reprimand him for saving the lives of all those kids. Apparently, he didn't.
"Were you injured in the incident, Mr. Luthor?"
"I was pistol whipped to the back of my head," he grimaced slightly with another wave of pain.
"Where do you have pain?"
It was difficult for Lex to admit to pain, even though he knew how important it was. He swallowed his pride and said, "My head is throbbing in the back, with a shooting pain in deeper. I think I might have pulled by shoulder in a fall, too."
"Do you have any blurred vision or dizziness?"
"I'm going to have to say yes, unless the world really did start revolving around me."
The girl laughed. At least he could still be charismatic even in this state. Another paramedic took his blood pressure while the one he had been talking to shined a penlight into his eyes. God, that light was bright! A searing pain shot through his head as she continued to flick the light between his eyes.
"Pupils are dilated and unresponsive bilaterally. Lex, we need to take you into the emergency room."
"Oh, no," Lex shook his head, which he immediately regretted. He made a mental note that head movement was a bad idea right now. "It's just a concussion. I've had a concussion before; I can take care of it myself."
"Your dizziness, blurred vision, pain, and unresponsive pupils could be signs of a serious brain hemorrhage. We won't know until you have a CAT scan. You really need to be seen by a doctor."
"Really, I just want to go home. This day has been long enough. I'll be fine."
"Will you at least let me perform one more test?" she asked.
"Sure," he acquiesced.
"Stand up, feet together, hands at your side," she commanded.
Lex performed the requested task. "Can I go now?"
The paramedic put up her arms to catch him. "Now close your eyes."
Lex sighed and complied with her request. Amazingly, that made his dizziness worse. He couldn't even tell if he was upright anymore until he collapsed into the paramedic's arms.
She was a lot stronger than she looked; she helped Lex to his feet. "Now, can I take you in?"
**
Why do doctors always have to degrade their patients before they see them? Lex wondered. He hated the flimsy, revealing gowns that hospitals made you wear. He was cold, and to be honest, a little afraid, too. He had been waiting for a while to see an actual doctor. After all of the test, he was sure that doctors made you wait forever on purpose. It was a play to make them seem more important--another chess game, even in medicine. Of course, maybe something was really wrong with him. He'd never felt this bad after a blow to the head before. Lex tried to distract himself while he waited, but the room was so sterile and cold. The moment he let his mind leave its worries about his current condition, it immediately leapt back to his feeling of anger towards his father. He doesn't even care if I die. He probably wishes I had . . . Maybe it was better to focus on the headache after all.
"Mr. Luthor?" a middle-aged female doctor asked upon entering his room. It was about time. "Your CT came back normal. You probably have a moderate concussion, but there's no evidence of a severe bleed." This information was actually a large relief to Lex. The doctor began examining his shoulder, moving it slightly. "There is no overt damage to your shoulder either, so you probably did just pull it."
She adjusted his arm again, eliciting a hiss out of Lex. "Does that hurt?" He didn't reply. "I think that it would be best if we bandaged it up for you."
"When can I go home?"
"Your injuries seem mild to moderate . . . a few bruises, a sprain, the concussion . . . I think the odds of your head injury progressing to a hematoma are low. I don't have a problem with releasing you to the close care of a family member, as long as there's someone to monitor you incase your condition deteriorates."
Lex's throat was suddenly very tight, and he felt his eyes fill with water. A close family member, been a long time since I had one of those.
"Is your father here?"
"No," it was so difficult to even get the word out.
"Oh, well, I could call him if you'd like."
"No," Lex repeated. Not like he'd come anyway . . . and even if he did, I'd have to face his wrath again. Listening to him lecture me over and over isn't going to help my headache any. No, Lex didn't want him here.
The doctor was a smart woman; she caught on immediately, although Lex hadn't really given her that much to go on. "It doesn't have to be him, Lex. I'll call anyone you want me to."
That was the real kicker. Lex realized that there was no one that he could call, no one. With all of his power and money and connections, there was no one that he could ask for help, no one that he could trust to take care of him. He truly was all alone in the world, and this was just the proof. "I'll call one of my servants to come get me," the words slid through his swollen throat, nearly inaudible.
"Lex, you're going to require constant care and supervision . . ." she realized that he didn't have anyone to call. "I'll make the arrangements for you to stay here at the hospital. It's not a bad idea for us to monitor you for 24 hours anyway." With that she was gone.
Lex didn't want to stay at the hospital. He hated hospitals, after the way his mom had died in one . . . just being here brought back traumatic memories. He was hurting and tired and the last place that he wanted to be was in a hospital that reminded him of that. He'd have to spend the entire night alone in this cold environment with nothing but his pain to keep him company.
"Lex?"
Lex's face glowed at recognition of that voice. "Clark, what are you doing here?" He wondered if Clark noticed how happy he was to see him.
Clark shrugged as he walked in to Lex's bedside. "I heard that the paramedics had to take you in, and I was worried about you. I thought I'd just come see how you're doing."
"I'm fine. Didn't you hear? You can't hurt Lex Luthor when Clark Kent is around," Lex smiled again.
Clark put his hands in his pockets. I'm sorry, Lex. I'm sorry I couldn't protect you more, but the kryptonite . . . Clark felt a little uncomfortable as he tried to address a touchy subject. "I . . . I was waiting outside before they'd let me come see you, and I . . . I sorta overheard what the doctor said."
"Oh," Lex said, a little embarrassed now. Now Clark knew that no one cared about him, too.
"You know, Lex, I could stay with you. I wouldn't mind . . ."
"No," Lex swallowed hard. It was hard to refuse the offer, but "You should be with your family. They were really worried about you. Besides, I'm sure your father wouldn't approve of your having a slumber party with me."
Clark smiled. "He'd understand. You're injured, AND you saved the lives of everyone in my class today. That's gotta count for something. I think he'll let you have me for the night."
Lex wanted to say "yes." He wanted to accept Clark's offer so badly. But, he didn't want to put Clark out. Clark had saved his life for the second time; he shouldn't have to baby him now, too. But he didn't want to stay here. More than anything he wanted out of this hospital.
"Come on, Lex. I can tell you don't want to stay here. Let me return the favor, okay?"
"Okay," Lex smiled. He slowly swung his legs off the side of the bed and stood up. The room immediately began spinning, but Lex chose to ignore it. He was going home, and he could do anything to get out of there. He gradually made his way over to where his clothes were laid on a chair.
The hospital gown had no coverage in the back and Clark got a really good view of his friend. Lex has a really nice ass, Clark caught himself noticing. He forced his eyes to the ceiling, pretending he hadn't seen anything. He didn't dare stare at Lex's ass the way that he really wanted to. Lex had sat down in the chair and started to put his pants on. Lex gasped in pain as he tried to use his bad shoulder. "You want some help with that?"
"No," Lex smiled, "I can do it." However, he mentally noted that having Clark help him with his pants was a good fantasy for the future. Lex pushed past the massive pain in his shoulder and managed to pull his pants on.
"I've made arrangements for you to have a private room for the night," the doctor walked in.
"I won't be needing that," Lex grinned.
"I see," the doctor glanced knowingly between the two young boys. Lex hissed again as he tried to pull his shirt on. "I told you not to use that arm. I'll bandage it for you, then we can drape a shirt over it." She turned her attention to Clark, "Wait outside, I'll come give you some instructions on his care."
**
After listening to all of the detailed instructions on caring for Lex, Clark went into the room to get him. Lex couldn't have looked more adorable. He had his right arm in a sling that was bandaged to his body. His lavender shirt was draped across his injured shoulder for warmth, but left open allowing Clark to see that amazing washboard stomach. God, he looks hot, Clark thought. "Come on, Lex, let's get you home."
Lex started the long walk out of the hospital ER. The minute he left the room he thought he was going to fall over again. He just felt so unsteady on his feet. The bright light of the waiting area made his head hurt worse. He tried to walk a little farther, but the room was spinning so fast now, he knew better than to force another step. "Clark," he whispered, too embarrassed to actually ask for help.
Clark walked up to Lex's side and wrapped his arm around Lex's waist for support. "Don't worry, Lex. I'm here for you."
Lex walked out of the hospital without fear; his Clark was there to catch him if he fell.
In Part 4--What happens when Clark takes an injured Lex home?
References
1. mailto:RobinSchatz@msn.com
Author: Ras
Spoilers: Major spoilers for Jitters and all previous episodes
Rating: PG-13
Category: Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Post-Ep
Summary: Set at the end of Jitters. Lex did get hit by that gun pretty hard. Now it's Clark's turn to take care of a hurting and alone Lex. Mildly slashy.
Posting/Archiving: Anyone that wants it can have it. Just tell me where it's going.
Feedback: Always welcome, e-mail [1]RobinSchatz@msn.com
Author's notes: If you can not accept something that is slightly outside of cannon, you will not like this story. It's definite that Lionel Luthor is emotionally abusive, but an anonymous person inspired an idea in my head that maybe he's physically abusive as well. Although I don't feel that the physical abuse is clearly there in the tv show, I feel that it could be. So my Lex was physically and emotionally abused by his father. It just makes for better angst.
indicate a character's thoughts.
**
A hug from his father was an unbearable thought for Lex Luthor. More than anything he wanted to shove Lionel off of him, but Lex knew better than that. Not in front of the cameras at least; that would result in a beating for sure. So Lex tried to endure the embrace while desperately searching for an escape.
That's when he saw the Kents. Their happiness made his pain hurt worse. It wasn't that he was jealous of Clark; he wanted Clark to be happy. The inevitable comparison between the hugs just served as a poignant reminder of how alone Lex was. He wanted someone to truly care about him like that, someone to hug him with love. But Lex knew that would never happen, and that's why it hurt so much.
Lex forced the ache in his heart down deep and reminded himself that he had to start acting like a Luthor. He focused on putting on his proper PR face until the reporters were gone. It didn't take long for Lionel to find another chance to injure his son.
"You're lucky," Lionel baited.
"Why?" Lex asked in his typically charismatic manner, raising his eyebrows with the question. He refused to let his father see how easy it was to upset him.
"Because, then I really would have had to punish you."
Lex laughed; as if he thought it were a joke. Of course he knew that it wasn't; that's probably why his heart was pounding faster and faster. But, maybe if he laughed and acted like it was a joke, then maybe it could be almost like it wasn't the truth. Almost.
Lex had to get away from his father. He continued to force a smile as he walked away, pretending to busy himself with cleaning up the monitoring area. The dizziness that swarmed his head upon movement surprised Lex, but didn't necessarily alarm him. He had sustained a pretty substantial blow to the head. It did concern him a little when he realized his vision was too blurred to make out anything on the Luthorcorp blueprints. He tried to concentrate and see if he could get his vision to return. Lex suddenly felt faint and had to grab on to the table to stop from falling over. Great, a concussion, he thought. Just hang on, Lex. The dizziness will pass in a minute, you can wait it out.
"Mr. Luthor?" The quiet voice surprised him.
"Yes?" He looked up quickly, too quickly. The sudden movement sent a stabbing pain through the front of his head and made the vertigo so much worse. He grasped the table tighter while trying to conceal his condition. "Can I help you?"
"We'd like to check you out, just to be on the safe side," the girl in the paramedic uniform said.
Normally Lex would have said no, but . . . the whole world was spinning around him. If he thought he could walk to the car . . . but right now he was sure that he would collapse on the way. "If you want," he shrugged.
She led him toward the ambulance; he tried to follow. "Tried" being the operative word. Each step made the dizziness worse and made his head pound harder. Act normal, Lex. Walk casually. You can do it--calm, collected. He reminded himself that Luthors had to walk with presence, never letting anyone see a weakness. Do you realize how humiliating it would be if you passed out here? Dad would be furious . . . Just a few more steps. He closed his eyes to force out the whirling world as he walked those last few steps. He had made it.
He sat on the bumper of the ambulance, sweating and exhausted. Just walking the few yards to the ambulance had drained him of all that he had. This concussion was definitely worse than previous ones. Maybe if he just closed his eyes and relaxed a minute the pain would stop. An intense buzzing brought Lex's attention to a helicopter taking off in the distance. "Thanks for caring, Dad," Lex whispered under his breath. The deeper, more severe pain in his heart burned again.
"What's that, Mr. Luthor?" the paramedic asked.
"Nothing, and please, call me Lex. Mr. Luthor is my father," and someone I never want be, he added silently in his mind. He starred off blankly as the helicopter faded to a speck in the horizon.
Lex tried once again to wall off the ache in his heart. It wasn't that he wanted his father to stick around. As a matter of fact, his father was just about the last person he wanted around while he was injured. Lionel would probably belittle him right now for accepting medical care. It wasn't like he expected his father to be Jonathan Kent, who was still hugging his son. But . . . didn't he deserve a father who would be concerned about his welfare, who wouldn't reprimand him for saving the lives of all those kids. Apparently, he didn't.
"Were you injured in the incident, Mr. Luthor?"
"I was pistol whipped to the back of my head," he grimaced slightly with another wave of pain.
"Where do you have pain?"
It was difficult for Lex to admit to pain, even though he knew how important it was. He swallowed his pride and said, "My head is throbbing in the back, with a shooting pain in deeper. I think I might have pulled by shoulder in a fall, too."
"Do you have any blurred vision or dizziness?"
"I'm going to have to say yes, unless the world really did start revolving around me."
The girl laughed. At least he could still be charismatic even in this state. Another paramedic took his blood pressure while the one he had been talking to shined a penlight into his eyes. God, that light was bright! A searing pain shot through his head as she continued to flick the light between his eyes.
"Pupils are dilated and unresponsive bilaterally. Lex, we need to take you into the emergency room."
"Oh, no," Lex shook his head, which he immediately regretted. He made a mental note that head movement was a bad idea right now. "It's just a concussion. I've had a concussion before; I can take care of it myself."
"Your dizziness, blurred vision, pain, and unresponsive pupils could be signs of a serious brain hemorrhage. We won't know until you have a CAT scan. You really need to be seen by a doctor."
"Really, I just want to go home. This day has been long enough. I'll be fine."
"Will you at least let me perform one more test?" she asked.
"Sure," he acquiesced.
"Stand up, feet together, hands at your side," she commanded.
Lex performed the requested task. "Can I go now?"
The paramedic put up her arms to catch him. "Now close your eyes."
Lex sighed and complied with her request. Amazingly, that made his dizziness worse. He couldn't even tell if he was upright anymore until he collapsed into the paramedic's arms.
She was a lot stronger than she looked; she helped Lex to his feet. "Now, can I take you in?"
**
Why do doctors always have to degrade their patients before they see them? Lex wondered. He hated the flimsy, revealing gowns that hospitals made you wear. He was cold, and to be honest, a little afraid, too. He had been waiting for a while to see an actual doctor. After all of the test, he was sure that doctors made you wait forever on purpose. It was a play to make them seem more important--another chess game, even in medicine. Of course, maybe something was really wrong with him. He'd never felt this bad after a blow to the head before. Lex tried to distract himself while he waited, but the room was so sterile and cold. The moment he let his mind leave its worries about his current condition, it immediately leapt back to his feeling of anger towards his father. He doesn't even care if I die. He probably wishes I had . . . Maybe it was better to focus on the headache after all.
"Mr. Luthor?" a middle-aged female doctor asked upon entering his room. It was about time. "Your CT came back normal. You probably have a moderate concussion, but there's no evidence of a severe bleed." This information was actually a large relief to Lex. The doctor began examining his shoulder, moving it slightly. "There is no overt damage to your shoulder either, so you probably did just pull it."
She adjusted his arm again, eliciting a hiss out of Lex. "Does that hurt?" He didn't reply. "I think that it would be best if we bandaged it up for you."
"When can I go home?"
"Your injuries seem mild to moderate . . . a few bruises, a sprain, the concussion . . . I think the odds of your head injury progressing to a hematoma are low. I don't have a problem with releasing you to the close care of a family member, as long as there's someone to monitor you incase your condition deteriorates."
Lex's throat was suddenly very tight, and he felt his eyes fill with water. A close family member, been a long time since I had one of those.
"Is your father here?"
"No," it was so difficult to even get the word out.
"Oh, well, I could call him if you'd like."
"No," Lex repeated. Not like he'd come anyway . . . and even if he did, I'd have to face his wrath again. Listening to him lecture me over and over isn't going to help my headache any. No, Lex didn't want him here.
The doctor was a smart woman; she caught on immediately, although Lex hadn't really given her that much to go on. "It doesn't have to be him, Lex. I'll call anyone you want me to."
That was the real kicker. Lex realized that there was no one that he could call, no one. With all of his power and money and connections, there was no one that he could ask for help, no one that he could trust to take care of him. He truly was all alone in the world, and this was just the proof. "I'll call one of my servants to come get me," the words slid through his swollen throat, nearly inaudible.
"Lex, you're going to require constant care and supervision . . ." she realized that he didn't have anyone to call. "I'll make the arrangements for you to stay here at the hospital. It's not a bad idea for us to monitor you for 24 hours anyway." With that she was gone.
Lex didn't want to stay at the hospital. He hated hospitals, after the way his mom had died in one . . . just being here brought back traumatic memories. He was hurting and tired and the last place that he wanted to be was in a hospital that reminded him of that. He'd have to spend the entire night alone in this cold environment with nothing but his pain to keep him company.
"Lex?"
Lex's face glowed at recognition of that voice. "Clark, what are you doing here?" He wondered if Clark noticed how happy he was to see him.
Clark shrugged as he walked in to Lex's bedside. "I heard that the paramedics had to take you in, and I was worried about you. I thought I'd just come see how you're doing."
"I'm fine. Didn't you hear? You can't hurt Lex Luthor when Clark Kent is around," Lex smiled again.
Clark put his hands in his pockets. I'm sorry, Lex. I'm sorry I couldn't protect you more, but the kryptonite . . . Clark felt a little uncomfortable as he tried to address a touchy subject. "I . . . I was waiting outside before they'd let me come see you, and I . . . I sorta overheard what the doctor said."
"Oh," Lex said, a little embarrassed now. Now Clark knew that no one cared about him, too.
"You know, Lex, I could stay with you. I wouldn't mind . . ."
"No," Lex swallowed hard. It was hard to refuse the offer, but "You should be with your family. They were really worried about you. Besides, I'm sure your father wouldn't approve of your having a slumber party with me."
Clark smiled. "He'd understand. You're injured, AND you saved the lives of everyone in my class today. That's gotta count for something. I think he'll let you have me for the night."
Lex wanted to say "yes." He wanted to accept Clark's offer so badly. But, he didn't want to put Clark out. Clark had saved his life for the second time; he shouldn't have to baby him now, too. But he didn't want to stay here. More than anything he wanted out of this hospital.
"Come on, Lex. I can tell you don't want to stay here. Let me return the favor, okay?"
"Okay," Lex smiled. He slowly swung his legs off the side of the bed and stood up. The room immediately began spinning, but Lex chose to ignore it. He was going home, and he could do anything to get out of there. He gradually made his way over to where his clothes were laid on a chair.
The hospital gown had no coverage in the back and Clark got a really good view of his friend. Lex has a really nice ass, Clark caught himself noticing. He forced his eyes to the ceiling, pretending he hadn't seen anything. He didn't dare stare at Lex's ass the way that he really wanted to. Lex had sat down in the chair and started to put his pants on. Lex gasped in pain as he tried to use his bad shoulder. "You want some help with that?"
"No," Lex smiled, "I can do it." However, he mentally noted that having Clark help him with his pants was a good fantasy for the future. Lex pushed past the massive pain in his shoulder and managed to pull his pants on.
"I've made arrangements for you to have a private room for the night," the doctor walked in.
"I won't be needing that," Lex grinned.
"I see," the doctor glanced knowingly between the two young boys. Lex hissed again as he tried to pull his shirt on. "I told you not to use that arm. I'll bandage it for you, then we can drape a shirt over it." She turned her attention to Clark, "Wait outside, I'll come give you some instructions on his care."
**
After listening to all of the detailed instructions on caring for Lex, Clark went into the room to get him. Lex couldn't have looked more adorable. He had his right arm in a sling that was bandaged to his body. His lavender shirt was draped across his injured shoulder for warmth, but left open allowing Clark to see that amazing washboard stomach. God, he looks hot, Clark thought. "Come on, Lex, let's get you home."
Lex started the long walk out of the hospital ER. The minute he left the room he thought he was going to fall over again. He just felt so unsteady on his feet. The bright light of the waiting area made his head hurt worse. He tried to walk a little farther, but the room was spinning so fast now, he knew better than to force another step. "Clark," he whispered, too embarrassed to actually ask for help.
Clark walked up to Lex's side and wrapped his arm around Lex's waist for support. "Don't worry, Lex. I'm here for you."
Lex walked out of the hospital without fear; his Clark was there to catch him if he fell.
In Part 4--What happens when Clark takes an injured Lex home?
References
1. mailto:RobinSchatz@msn.com