A/N : Here's the next chapter, and we finally get Chloe and Lex in the same room! Although it gets more interesting in chapter 4, this chapters pretty good (okay, I'm bias, but I like it!). Anyway, hope you like it!

Thanx to Summer and shelly for their reviews and I ask all the rest of you to please review soon - I like to know whether you like my story or not!

Okay, on with the story.....

Disclaimer : I do not own any of these characters, unfortunately!

Chloe awoke to a view she did not like. Hospitals were never her favourite place to be. The last time she had spent the night in a hospital bed was after she had been kidnapped and buried alive, thankfully being saved by Clark.

'And where was he now?' Chloe thought to herself, 'off somewhere with Lana whilst I lay here helpless and alone' She realised then that she was not alone. She tried to turn her head to get a better view of the bed next to her own, but found movement of any sort a very painful experience. Her head throbbed, her body ached, she wasn't sure whether she was hot or cold, but she was definately in pain.

It was only now she realised something so shocking she physically flinched. She felted pain, all over her body, but not in her heart. Clark had gone, again, and it was upsetting and it hurt in a way, but if you were truly in love, surely you should feel more that just upset and a little hurt, you should be broken-hearted, and Chloe wasn't.

Clark may be her best-friend but she was not in love like she thought she had been.

Before Chloe had a chance to think anymore about Clark or who she was sharing this hospital room with, drowsiness overcame her, her eyes closed and she fell back into her deep sleep.

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Lex did not mind that he was forced to share a room. There had been so many accidents caused by the storm that the number of casualties was high and Smallville hospital was just not large enough to give anyone a single room, not even a billionaire's son.

He peered over at his hospital room mate. He could have sworn he saw her eyes open, but only for a second before she drifted back off to sleep. She looked peaceful, he thought to himself, almost angelic.

Lex himself, could not sleep. The pain of his wounds and the drugs he'd been pumped full of should have aided his drowsiness but nothing did. He half laid and half sat in the hospital bed, looking out of the window, but not really seeing what was there. His mind was far away, replaying scenes from the last twenty one years of his life.

As a child he had always loved his father, and for a while he thought he had his father's love too, but they had drifted further and further apart over the years. After Julian, his baby brother, had passed away, his father became distant and cold. After his mother died, the gap between father and son was almost too large to bridge.

But still he felt some guilt. Lionel Luthor was dead because he had not saved him fast enough. If he had spent less time torturing his father about the past he might have prevented his death, he might still be alive now, but he wasn't. Lex had had a part to play in his own father's death and the guilt of that would stay with him forever.

The sheer quantity of books he had read in his lifetime and the amount of knocks he had taken in the past had taught Lex that this kind of guilt and sadness may be overcome, by a much stronger feeling, one he had not experienced since his mother died. He knew the only cure was love. To be loved and to love another - Lex did not believe he had what it took to do either, besides which he knew no-one could force themselves to fall in love, it just had to happen, and for Alexander Luthor, it had not happened, yet.

A/N : Well, what do you think? Please review and tell me if you liked this, otherwise there is no point in me posting anymore chapters!