Opened Eyes
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..*
Lex's p.o.v.
I had stood by the door to Chloe's room for nearly an hour. A maximum of two people were allowed in the room at one time. Chloe's mother had had her twenty minutes before saying that she had to go to work tomorrow and should go.
I wasn't planning on leaving. I don't even know this girl's middle name or birthday, but I couldn't leave whereas her mother, her own MOTHER, found something more important.
Clark said he wasn't leaving either and I felt better knowing that Chloe had someone she could always depend on like that.
Of course, I would have preferred it was me, but that kind of trust takes time.
After her mother had left, Clark asked that I give him some time alone with Chloe. She was still unconscious but I wasn't exactly up from arguing after this long without coffee.
As soon as I got back from the hospital cafeteria with a cup in my hand, Clark said that he was going to go call his mother to let her know that he was staying the night.
I took a deep breath to prepare myself for whatever was inside.
I thought I had left all this sweaty palm crap in high school. The only other person who made me feel like this was my English teacher in 9^th grade...and that only lasted for a few seconds before I heard her nasal voice talk. I swear she could have been a stand-in on "The Nanny."
Chloe's p.o.v.
I heard a creak.
It was slow, but u could tell the person causing it was trying to kill it with that slow pressure when opening a door.
I opened my eyes and was surprised to find that I wasn't in my bed.
I mentally tried to go over what had happened before I fell asleep.
That's when I suddenly sat straight up.
I was in a hospital bed. I was in a hospital room. I was in a hospital.
I hate hospitals. They smell like a mixture of blood and vomit. And everyone who works here always seems to be so serious and unhappy, but then again you figure, if you worked in a hospital...
I then noticed Lex standing in the doorway. He had a Styrofoam cup in his hand and was wearing his usual, over-priced suit pants and tight-fitting black sweater.
He should wear tight-fitting clothes more often.
He put his cup down on a plastic chair and sat down in the other chair that was closer to the bed.
"I'm not going to ask you if you're okay...cause I know your not. But I am going to tell that you are going to be okay. I'll see to that." he said matter-of-factly.
I turned my head to side slightly and looked at him. Lex Luthor had never shown any interest in me before. The only times I had had anything to do with him was because of both of our connections to Clark.
He was only there because of Clark, and because Clark cared about me, and was going to make sure I was "okay."
"For starters, do you remember everything that happened?"
Do I remember everything that happened...I know I remember more than I'll ever want to...
"I think so." I muttered out quietly. I was surprised at how raspy my voice sounded. My throat was pretty dry from not drinking anything for so long.
Lex walked out without saying a word and returned with a paper cup full of water.
"Drink this." he said in this comforting voice full of concern that I had never heard from him before...the kind of voice a mother has when she tries to give her child medicine, for the first time, cause after the child refuses to take the medicine the comfort and concern in the voice become anger and annoyance.
I went to take the cup with my left hand only to find there was a needle in my arm.
Needles don't usually scare me. I can take your average shot, but to actually have the needle under your skin...
Lex noticed my widened eyes staring at the IV in me and gently pressed the rim of the glass against my lips.
He lifted the glass slowly, my throat swallowing and his hand raising the glass were in sync.
As I felt the last drop go down, he smiled and said, "Better?"
I nodded turning my head to look at him.
I guess by chance, my eyes caught his. I looked at them so closely that I saw my own reflection.
I moved my head back slightly to try see more of him. I kept my concentration on his eyes while still seeing all of his face.
"Much better." I said as quietly as before, but more so in my regular voice now all while staring into those eyes.
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..*
Lex's p.o.v.
I had stood by the door to Chloe's room for nearly an hour. A maximum of two people were allowed in the room at one time. Chloe's mother had had her twenty minutes before saying that she had to go to work tomorrow and should go.
I wasn't planning on leaving. I don't even know this girl's middle name or birthday, but I couldn't leave whereas her mother, her own MOTHER, found something more important.
Clark said he wasn't leaving either and I felt better knowing that Chloe had someone she could always depend on like that.
Of course, I would have preferred it was me, but that kind of trust takes time.
After her mother had left, Clark asked that I give him some time alone with Chloe. She was still unconscious but I wasn't exactly up from arguing after this long without coffee.
As soon as I got back from the hospital cafeteria with a cup in my hand, Clark said that he was going to go call his mother to let her know that he was staying the night.
I took a deep breath to prepare myself for whatever was inside.
I thought I had left all this sweaty palm crap in high school. The only other person who made me feel like this was my English teacher in 9^th grade...and that only lasted for a few seconds before I heard her nasal voice talk. I swear she could have been a stand-in on "The Nanny."
Chloe's p.o.v.
I heard a creak.
It was slow, but u could tell the person causing it was trying to kill it with that slow pressure when opening a door.
I opened my eyes and was surprised to find that I wasn't in my bed.
I mentally tried to go over what had happened before I fell asleep.
That's when I suddenly sat straight up.
I was in a hospital bed. I was in a hospital room. I was in a hospital.
I hate hospitals. They smell like a mixture of blood and vomit. And everyone who works here always seems to be so serious and unhappy, but then again you figure, if you worked in a hospital...
I then noticed Lex standing in the doorway. He had a Styrofoam cup in his hand and was wearing his usual, over-priced suit pants and tight-fitting black sweater.
He should wear tight-fitting clothes more often.
He put his cup down on a plastic chair and sat down in the other chair that was closer to the bed.
"I'm not going to ask you if you're okay...cause I know your not. But I am going to tell that you are going to be okay. I'll see to that." he said matter-of-factly.
I turned my head to side slightly and looked at him. Lex Luthor had never shown any interest in me before. The only times I had had anything to do with him was because of both of our connections to Clark.
He was only there because of Clark, and because Clark cared about me, and was going to make sure I was "okay."
"For starters, do you remember everything that happened?"
Do I remember everything that happened...I know I remember more than I'll ever want to...
"I think so." I muttered out quietly. I was surprised at how raspy my voice sounded. My throat was pretty dry from not drinking anything for so long.
Lex walked out without saying a word and returned with a paper cup full of water.
"Drink this." he said in this comforting voice full of concern that I had never heard from him before...the kind of voice a mother has when she tries to give her child medicine, for the first time, cause after the child refuses to take the medicine the comfort and concern in the voice become anger and annoyance.
I went to take the cup with my left hand only to find there was a needle in my arm.
Needles don't usually scare me. I can take your average shot, but to actually have the needle under your skin...
Lex noticed my widened eyes staring at the IV in me and gently pressed the rim of the glass against my lips.
He lifted the glass slowly, my throat swallowing and his hand raising the glass were in sync.
As I felt the last drop go down, he smiled and said, "Better?"
I nodded turning my head to look at him.
I guess by chance, my eyes caught his. I looked at them so closely that I saw my own reflection.
I moved my head back slightly to try see more of him. I kept my concentration on his eyes while still seeing all of his face.
"Much better." I said as quietly as before, but more so in my regular voice now all while staring into those eyes.