When the Winds Have Died 2

It wasn't supposed to be like this. She was supposed to be okay. She's not. The hospital's buzzing with activity and I wonder how many times I've been here for her. Trying to make sure if she's okay. I can feel the tears sliding down my face again. All the other times I was here......I knew she was going to be okay. But now nothing was sure. She lost so much blood. I was sitting next to her, holding her hand.

** Flashback**

"Sir, is she allergic to anything?" "N-n-not that I know of" I swear that I'm crushing her hand. Don't die. Don't you dare die Chloe. I'm warning you, you're not allowed to die. Hear me? "Thank you sir, but what about the other one, Miss Lang?" I nodded briefly. "She's suffered a slight concussion, she's not allergic to anything." The man nodded again, he fussed over Chloe looking at the giant piece of metal sticking out from her abdomen. A buzzing sound filled the exterior of the ambulance. "We're losing her!" The man shouted. I retreated to the back seat and watched them work. She was finally stable but her breath was too shallow. I looked at the bar I'd been holding. It had snapped. I felt like the bar. If Chloe didn't make it......I'd snap too.

End of Flashback

Lana, Lex and Dad are in the hospital too. The doctors said that they'll all be fine. I'm just waiting for Chloe's doctor to come out of surgery. He'll tell me that she's fine and okay. Then I'll be able to sigh in relief. Pete's sitting on one of the chairs nursing a mocha latte. We've been here all night. He's waiting for the same confirmation I've been waiting for. "Clark, sit down boy. She'll be fine. She's a survivor. God didn't put that girl on this Earth to become a tradgedy. She's got fire in her. It'll take more than a little wind to snuff out that fire. Plus, it's taxpayers money you're wasting by wearing that hole in the floor.

I sigh. Pete's right. I can't do anything to help Chloe and I couldn't when she screamed my name.

**Flashback**

Okay Lana was safe at the moment. I'd dragged her car away from the twister. She would be safe here. Something was still nagging at me though. There was someone else out there that needed my help. Suddenly I heard it. "CLARK!" My breath stopped. Chloe. She was out there! 0.05 seconds never felt like such a long time. I was supposed to be fast, but I was already too slow to save her. Her head had smashed against the dashboard and there was blood seeping from two cuts above her brow. But what worried me was the sharp spear that was sticking through her. It was part of Mr Miller's fence and I could already see Benji, Mr Miller's dog dead on the backseat of her car. Her eyes flutter open and I touch her face cautiously. She flinches away. What did I do? Was she going to be able to keep concious for me? I start to cry. Her eyes fill with compassion and she funs her small bloody finger down my face. "Don't be sad." Oh god. She can't do this to me. The ambulance is coming, I rang them before I got Lana away from the twister. "I've called them Chlo, they're coming, you're not going to die" Her face looks so confused. "Who are you? Who are they? What's a Chlo?" She doesn't know......oh god, she doesn't know. Her eyes flutter again. No! Don't you leave me here. "Its okay Chloe, they'll be here soon, its just the blood loss. Stay with me. Chloe? CHLOE!"

End of Flashback

I shake my head. I failed her. I'm pathetic. First I ruin her dance, then I ruin her life. Go Clark, you're definately going to hell now. Pete stands up and points to the doctor. I stop pacing and glance at him with begging eyes. "Will she be okay?" Pete asks. I feel his anxiety because it's mine also. The doctor avoids our eyes. "I have good news and bad news." I shuffle nervously. "She's alive, she's perfectly stable and we have every reason to believe that she will remain that way." I sigh in relief. "However," I gulped again. "The metal bar that scewered her, it chipped off one of her vertabre on her spine, it also killed most of the nerve system." He looked at the ground. "She's paraplegic" Pete's eyes widened and I choked on my horror. Chloe.....this can't happen to her, she's.........Chloe. The doctor was still looking at the ground. "That's not all...." I looked up, tears in my eyes.

"When she crashed.....she hit her head.....it's caused a permanet memory defisate. In other words, she had brain damage. Amnesia if you will, when she wakes up.....she won't remember who any of you are. She won't remember who she is and there's no chance that she'll recover these memories." Pete stood still, deep shock written into every line of his face. I collapsed to the floor. She couldn't remember.......she'd never remember. She wouldn't be able to remember 8th grade when she gave me her first kiss, she wouldn't remember me taking her to the prom. She'd lost her identity......and I'd just lost one of my best friends.

TBC