Lex shouldn't have left in the first place, Chloe thought. Everyone but
him saw the further complications it would create.
Pete had gone to call his parents to tell them he would be spending the night with Chloe at the hospital. Chloe tried to get some rest, but just she had her fill of resting, between the incident at Lex' castle a few months ago, Justin, and that crazed cop.
Her father had been in Metropolis when she had her accident last night. It had taken him awhile to return to Smallville, but as soon as he did, he was at the hospital. She and he visited for a couple hours, glancing over at her new friend as he rested, hoping he'd be alright, before she insisted he go home and get some rest. He reluctantly complied with his daughter's wishes.
She layed in bed, staring up at the ceiling for not even two minutes before she got bored. She snuck out of her room to do a little snooping.
Her first stop: Lana's room. She peeked in and saw Lana on a respirator. Nell had fallen asleep in a chair that looked quite uncomfortable, bedside.
Next she found Martha Kent's room. She listened in for a few minutes on a conversation between the amnesiac woman and her family. Clark's whole world was falling apart faster than Chloe thought hers was. His best friend was severely injured, the girl of his dreams was dying, and his mother couldn't remember him even if she wanted to.
Chloe's stomach growled. She refused to return to her room and have Jell-O stuffed down her throat again. Instead, she found the room the hospital kept patients' clothing and other personal items. She found her own purse and grabbed some change from it.
She proceeded down to the cafeteria and raided the Little Debbie snack machine. She began to sit down at her own table, when Pete had caught her eye. Instead, she walked over to him. "Mind if I sit?" she asked, flashing her trademark cheery smile.
"Pete?" Chloe asked. "Do you know what happened to me? The last thing I remember was crying as I drove home."
Pete's heart broke. He still couldn't believe Clark did this to her. Chloe deserved better than him. Much better than him. Pete took a deep breath, not wanting to remember the sight. "Well, I was driving home and saw your car totally wrecked. You had been thrown a good fifty feet from it." Pete took a large gulp of soda. "I saw you.all bloody. You didn't even look like you. I thought you were dead, man." He paused. "You had me scared."
Back in the Martha's room, the woman in question had calmed some. She sat on her bed, sipping away at some hot cocoa. Her hands had a slight tremble. She could remeber her own name--Martha Clark--and where she lived-- Metropolis. But she couldn't remember what she was doing in Smallville, or why she was there.
Jonathan had been speaking to the doctor outside the room. He was doing his best to fight back tears, but to have his wife in such an altered psychological state was more than heartbreaking--it almost broke his entire being.
He reentered the room and sat down down next to Clark. He sighed, trying to figure out how to tell his family what the doctor had just told him without having an emotional breakdown.
He looked to his dear wife. "The doctors say that after they run a few tests, we'll be able to you home." He glanced at Clark, who looked just as heartbroken as he. "They say that putting you back into your element would help jog your memory sooner." There was a long silence in the room. "Is there anything you want us to do?"
Martha looked at him blankly. She had been told that he was her husband for almost twenty years, that the boy sitting behind him was her son. She could barely remember their names, even after she had been told.
She looked down at her mug and saw it was empty. She held it out, almost child-like. "Could I...get some more of this...please?" She faked a slight smile.
Jon took the mug and beckoned Clark to follow him outside the room. "Would you go get your mother some more hot chocolate? I'd like a few minutes alone with her."
" Sure, Dad," Clark said, taking the cup and heading for the cafeteria. He got there and saw Pete and Chloe. He noticed she was in a hospital grown. "Chloe.What happened to you? Why are you here?"
Chloe's shoulders slumped at the sound of the voice behind her. She squeezed her eyes shut, hoping they'd keep tears from spewing forth. "I'm not speaking to you, Clark." She had rememberd what Lex had said about Clark being the hero-type and he did save Lana. But it wasn't him running off as her reason for not speaking to him-it was her. After all the bad things she said about him, after her accident, after all he had been thru, she just couldn't bare to speak to him.
Pete leaned back in his seat and folded his arms. He was seething mad at Clark for what he had done to Chloe. In his mind's eye, if it weren't for Clark, Chloe wouldn't be here. "How could you, Clark? How could you do something like this? See what running off to Lana did this time?"
Chloe raised a hand. "Pete, no."
Pete stood and slammed his chair into the table. "No, Chloe! Clark's the one that did this to you!"
"What're you talking about?" Clark asked, confused.
"I'm talkin' about if you hadn't run off to get Lana, Chloe wouldn't have had her car accident and had her skull cracked open!"
Clark looked at Chloe with the bandage covering her pretty blonde hair. "Chloe.I."
"It's okay, Clark," Chloe said. "I'm alright." It was a half truth. The only that made her alright was knowing Lana was rescued.for real.
"Why you lyin', Chloe?" Pete asked. "I was there. I saw your tears, your sad face. I saw your blood covered body." Pete turned back to Clark. "When you gonna get your priorities straight, man?"
Clark was hurt. He started to grow angry with Pete's words. He couldn't believe his best friend since Kindergarten was telling him off like this. "Look, if I hadn't saved Lana, no one else would, and she'd be dead, now!"
Pete grunted. "Yeah, right.Doesn't look like she'll live much longer anyways."
Clark furrowed his eyebrows. "What do you mean?"
Chloe turned to look at Clark. "Haven't you heard? Lana's dying."
Clark froze, shock taking over his facial expressions. "Lana." he whispered. He turned to leave without saying goodbye.
"See?" Pete said. "There he goes again!"
Pete had gone to call his parents to tell them he would be spending the night with Chloe at the hospital. Chloe tried to get some rest, but just she had her fill of resting, between the incident at Lex' castle a few months ago, Justin, and that crazed cop.
Her father had been in Metropolis when she had her accident last night. It had taken him awhile to return to Smallville, but as soon as he did, he was at the hospital. She and he visited for a couple hours, glancing over at her new friend as he rested, hoping he'd be alright, before she insisted he go home and get some rest. He reluctantly complied with his daughter's wishes.
She layed in bed, staring up at the ceiling for not even two minutes before she got bored. She snuck out of her room to do a little snooping.
Her first stop: Lana's room. She peeked in and saw Lana on a respirator. Nell had fallen asleep in a chair that looked quite uncomfortable, bedside.
Next she found Martha Kent's room. She listened in for a few minutes on a conversation between the amnesiac woman and her family. Clark's whole world was falling apart faster than Chloe thought hers was. His best friend was severely injured, the girl of his dreams was dying, and his mother couldn't remember him even if she wanted to.
Chloe's stomach growled. She refused to return to her room and have Jell-O stuffed down her throat again. Instead, she found the room the hospital kept patients' clothing and other personal items. She found her own purse and grabbed some change from it.
She proceeded down to the cafeteria and raided the Little Debbie snack machine. She began to sit down at her own table, when Pete had caught her eye. Instead, she walked over to him. "Mind if I sit?" she asked, flashing her trademark cheery smile.
"Pete?" Chloe asked. "Do you know what happened to me? The last thing I remember was crying as I drove home."
Pete's heart broke. He still couldn't believe Clark did this to her. Chloe deserved better than him. Much better than him. Pete took a deep breath, not wanting to remember the sight. "Well, I was driving home and saw your car totally wrecked. You had been thrown a good fifty feet from it." Pete took a large gulp of soda. "I saw you.all bloody. You didn't even look like you. I thought you were dead, man." He paused. "You had me scared."
Back in the Martha's room, the woman in question had calmed some. She sat on her bed, sipping away at some hot cocoa. Her hands had a slight tremble. She could remeber her own name--Martha Clark--and where she lived-- Metropolis. But she couldn't remember what she was doing in Smallville, or why she was there.
Jonathan had been speaking to the doctor outside the room. He was doing his best to fight back tears, but to have his wife in such an altered psychological state was more than heartbreaking--it almost broke his entire being.
He reentered the room and sat down down next to Clark. He sighed, trying to figure out how to tell his family what the doctor had just told him without having an emotional breakdown.
He looked to his dear wife. "The doctors say that after they run a few tests, we'll be able to you home." He glanced at Clark, who looked just as heartbroken as he. "They say that putting you back into your element would help jog your memory sooner." There was a long silence in the room. "Is there anything you want us to do?"
Martha looked at him blankly. She had been told that he was her husband for almost twenty years, that the boy sitting behind him was her son. She could barely remember their names, even after she had been told.
She looked down at her mug and saw it was empty. She held it out, almost child-like. "Could I...get some more of this...please?" She faked a slight smile.
Jon took the mug and beckoned Clark to follow him outside the room. "Would you go get your mother some more hot chocolate? I'd like a few minutes alone with her."
" Sure, Dad," Clark said, taking the cup and heading for the cafeteria. He got there and saw Pete and Chloe. He noticed she was in a hospital grown. "Chloe.What happened to you? Why are you here?"
Chloe's shoulders slumped at the sound of the voice behind her. She squeezed her eyes shut, hoping they'd keep tears from spewing forth. "I'm not speaking to you, Clark." She had rememberd what Lex had said about Clark being the hero-type and he did save Lana. But it wasn't him running off as her reason for not speaking to him-it was her. After all the bad things she said about him, after her accident, after all he had been thru, she just couldn't bare to speak to him.
Pete leaned back in his seat and folded his arms. He was seething mad at Clark for what he had done to Chloe. In his mind's eye, if it weren't for Clark, Chloe wouldn't be here. "How could you, Clark? How could you do something like this? See what running off to Lana did this time?"
Chloe raised a hand. "Pete, no."
Pete stood and slammed his chair into the table. "No, Chloe! Clark's the one that did this to you!"
"What're you talking about?" Clark asked, confused.
"I'm talkin' about if you hadn't run off to get Lana, Chloe wouldn't have had her car accident and had her skull cracked open!"
Clark looked at Chloe with the bandage covering her pretty blonde hair. "Chloe.I."
"It's okay, Clark," Chloe said. "I'm alright." It was a half truth. The only that made her alright was knowing Lana was rescued.for real.
"Why you lyin', Chloe?" Pete asked. "I was there. I saw your tears, your sad face. I saw your blood covered body." Pete turned back to Clark. "When you gonna get your priorities straight, man?"
Clark was hurt. He started to grow angry with Pete's words. He couldn't believe his best friend since Kindergarten was telling him off like this. "Look, if I hadn't saved Lana, no one else would, and she'd be dead, now!"
Pete grunted. "Yeah, right.Doesn't look like she'll live much longer anyways."
Clark furrowed his eyebrows. "What do you mean?"
Chloe turned to look at Clark. "Haven't you heard? Lana's dying."
Clark froze, shock taking over his facial expressions. "Lana." he whispered. He turned to leave without saying goodbye.
"See?" Pete said. "There he goes again!"