Waiting
By blondie
cdiminyatz@hotmail.com
*I know I haven't written in like months…but I read some old reviews and got a little bit inspired.*
*I own nothing…blah..blah…blah…but if Tom Wellings is up for grabs…*
*please review…I'll read it…pinkie swear…*
*You guys do realize I have no idea what I am doing right?…just checking…*
*for a GREAT laugh…read Nine Months of Trouble in the *NSYNC section…it's sssssssoooo funny…*
*I am not sure whether this will be a Clark/Chloe or Lex/Chloe…maybe I'll kill off Lana…muwahaha..*
(at this point, Clark and Lex are in the waiting room of the hospital)
Lex's p.o.v.
She felt dead.
When I held her in my arms, she felt dead.
There was that second when she was still so awake and hopeful when she smiled at me, but the second I had complete control of her she went limp.
My first thought was that she had died, that her body had given up, that we had been too late, that I had finally found a problem that I couldn't help Clark with.
Then I realized that she was breathing.
Not heavily, not even as often as a person in a normal sleep would, but I felt her take that little breath.
Chloe is a survivor, like Clark and me.
One of those people who refuses to die, no matter what.
Ever see those Halloween movies? Remember Michael Myers?
Clark's p.o.v.
As soon as we knew where she was, I had looked her over with my x-ray vision.
Nothing broken, her wrists were bleeding, but that was it.
Funny saying 'that was it.' Considering what she had been through the past twelve hours, to say her injure was only considered "minor."
I know Chloe. She doesn't get mad unless she's really pissed and loses it, even when that happens, she's seems more upset than angry.
It upsets her to get angry.
She once said that it scared her too, that when she got angry she only ended up hurting other people or herself. I smiled and said join the club.
It was weird seeing her in Lex's arms.
Not really the fact that it was Lex, but for a moment, that I wanted to be the one holding her.
Lex's p.o.v.
A young doctor came out into the waiting room. Too young, younger than me probably.
"Chloe Sullivan?" he asked glancing around the room. Chloe's mother, Clark and I were the only ones there.
I can't say it shocked me that even thought we were all sitting next to each other, the child in a lab coat too big for him probably thought we were all there for different people.
Ms. Sullivan stood up first and quickly. Unlike Clark and I, who did our best to not show any emotion at this time, she had been bawling ever since she awoke from her nap that afternoon. She went on about anything and everything, all while never stopping to cry. Neither Clark nor I cared or could make out what she was saying.
That's one of the problems with parents and emotion. Overemotional parents leave the child ending up as a cry baby or numb. Parents that show no emotion end up with no emotion children.
My mother found a good balance between the two; she showed emotion with what she said and how she said it, but it in a over-actor-ish way. The few times I saw her cry…the occasion called for it.
The infant who stood before us as a superior explained that Chloe was suffering from dehydration and blood loss. They had given her a transfusion, hooked her up to an I.V. and recommended she stay a few days to "recoup."
He told us what room she was in, and then as he was walking away, that she was still unconscious, but was expected to wake up any minute.
Then was enough to send her mother into another crying fit, and me and Clark straight to her room.
*~*~*~*~* Author's note : I am beginning to lean more towards Chloe / Lex, I don't know what it is, but Lex does have this certain appeal to a girl…hopefully we never see Victoria again, and poor Amy! If I had that many pictures of my crush, I'd make a shire too!
By blondie
cdiminyatz@hotmail.com
*I know I haven't written in like months…but I read some old reviews and got a little bit inspired.*
*I own nothing…blah..blah…blah…but if Tom Wellings is up for grabs…*
*please review…I'll read it…pinkie swear…*
*You guys do realize I have no idea what I am doing right?…just checking…*
*for a GREAT laugh…read Nine Months of Trouble in the *NSYNC section…it's sssssssoooo funny…*
*I am not sure whether this will be a Clark/Chloe or Lex/Chloe…maybe I'll kill off Lana…muwahaha..*
(at this point, Clark and Lex are in the waiting room of the hospital)
Lex's p.o.v.
She felt dead.
When I held her in my arms, she felt dead.
There was that second when she was still so awake and hopeful when she smiled at me, but the second I had complete control of her she went limp.
My first thought was that she had died, that her body had given up, that we had been too late, that I had finally found a problem that I couldn't help Clark with.
Then I realized that she was breathing.
Not heavily, not even as often as a person in a normal sleep would, but I felt her take that little breath.
Chloe is a survivor, like Clark and me.
One of those people who refuses to die, no matter what.
Ever see those Halloween movies? Remember Michael Myers?
Clark's p.o.v.
As soon as we knew where she was, I had looked her over with my x-ray vision.
Nothing broken, her wrists were bleeding, but that was it.
Funny saying 'that was it.' Considering what she had been through the past twelve hours, to say her injure was only considered "minor."
I know Chloe. She doesn't get mad unless she's really pissed and loses it, even when that happens, she's seems more upset than angry.
It upsets her to get angry.
She once said that it scared her too, that when she got angry she only ended up hurting other people or herself. I smiled and said join the club.
It was weird seeing her in Lex's arms.
Not really the fact that it was Lex, but for a moment, that I wanted to be the one holding her.
Lex's p.o.v.
A young doctor came out into the waiting room. Too young, younger than me probably.
"Chloe Sullivan?" he asked glancing around the room. Chloe's mother, Clark and I were the only ones there.
I can't say it shocked me that even thought we were all sitting next to each other, the child in a lab coat too big for him probably thought we were all there for different people.
Ms. Sullivan stood up first and quickly. Unlike Clark and I, who did our best to not show any emotion at this time, she had been bawling ever since she awoke from her nap that afternoon. She went on about anything and everything, all while never stopping to cry. Neither Clark nor I cared or could make out what she was saying.
That's one of the problems with parents and emotion. Overemotional parents leave the child ending up as a cry baby or numb. Parents that show no emotion end up with no emotion children.
My mother found a good balance between the two; she showed emotion with what she said and how she said it, but it in a over-actor-ish way. The few times I saw her cry…the occasion called for it.
The infant who stood before us as a superior explained that Chloe was suffering from dehydration and blood loss. They had given her a transfusion, hooked her up to an I.V. and recommended she stay a few days to "recoup."
He told us what room she was in, and then as he was walking away, that she was still unconscious, but was expected to wake up any minute.
Then was enough to send her mother into another crying fit, and me and Clark straight to her room.
*~*~*~*~* Author's note : I am beginning to lean more towards Chloe / Lex, I don't know what it is, but Lex does have this certain appeal to a girl…hopefully we never see Victoria again, and poor Amy! If I had that many pictures of my crush, I'd make a shire too!