The limo wouldn't arrive for two more hours. Clark was planning on
using his super speed to get home. After all, it was dark and there was
less of a chance that anyone would see him. All he knew was that he had to
get out of this place, fast. He was almost to the main exit of the school
when he heard a voice screaming his name.
"Clark! Clark!" Chloe was running towards him, sobbing.
"Oh my god Chloe, what's wrong?" Clark asked, alarmed. She collapsed into his arms. He held her tightly for a moment, and then pushed her away.
"What's wrong?" He repeated. Clark was beginning to sound panicked.
Chloe's hands shook. Her voice wavered. "She's dead. I think she's dead. Oh god!"
"Who?" He said, his voice barely audible.
Chloe bit her lip, still crying. "Lana," she whispered.
Clark's expression turned to horror. "Chloe, where is she? Where is she?" He was yelling now, which only made Chloe sob harder. He was shaking her, but he didn't care anymore.
"Where the hell is she?"
Chloe managed to pull herself together. "The bathroom. She's in the bathroom." She pointed in the direction.
Clark took off running down the hallway. He wanted to use his abilities to get him there faster but he knew he couldn't risk letting Chloe see him. He pushed open the door to the girl's bathroom. Lana was sprawled out on the floor, her face against the cold linoleum.
Clark ran over to Lana and rolled her onto her back. He put his fingers to her neck and felt her pulse. He couldn't feel it. There was a gash on her forehead and a pool of crimson blood on the floor next to her. Her face was pale, her skin cold and clammy to the touch. Clark placed his head against her chest. She was breathing, faintly. Clark sighed in relief. He used his X-ray vision to confirm it. Clark focused in and was able to see her lungs contracting.
Chloe came in behind him.
"She's not dead," he said quietly.
Chloe put a hand to her mouth and nodded. "I was just gone for a second. She told me to leave her alone. I went into the Torch office, I wanted to grab my camera, so I could take pictures of the dance and I…when I came in, she was like this. Oh thank God. Clark…I thought…I thought she was…she looked dead."
"Chloe, it's okay. She's okay. We've got to get her to a doctor. Do you have your cell phone?"
Chloe retrieved it from the purse slung around her shoulder.
"Wait…call Lex."
"What? Clark, she's bleeding, you said so yourself, she needs to get to the hospital!"
"No, I said she needed a doctor. Lex has one on staff. Give me the phone."
Chloe reluctantly handed it to him.
Clark dialed Lex's cell phone.
"Hello?" Lex answered.
"It's me."
"Clark?" He sounded surprised. "Why are you calling? How's the dance?"
"Get the limo to meet us outside the main entrance. And call that doctor friend of yours and have him meet us at your place."
"Clark, what's going--?"
But he had already hung up.
Clark stared at Lana. She was a mess. He didn't want to look at her. Didn't want to touch her, or be near her. This wasn't right. It wasn't supposed to be this way. She was supposed to be in the warm gymnasium dancing the night away with him, not trashed out of her mind and passed out in a pool of blood on the floor of the school bathroom. He wanted to comfort her but he just couldn't bring himself to do it. It was her own fault that all of this had happened. Or maybe it was his, he thought. He shouldn't of let her out of his sight. Then none of this would have happened. Except that she would be mad at him for smothering her. The truth was, he couldn't have anticipated anything like this. He didn't even think Lana had it in her. He'd been proven wrong. He hated what she'd done. He wanted to hate her. But he couldn't.
Chloe cleared her voice, and startled Clark back into reality. "Uh, the limo should be outside now."
He nodded and took his tuxedo jacket off. He propped Lana up and put the jacket around her shoulders. Then Clark scooped her effortlessly up into his arms and carried her out the door. Chloe trailed behind him.
"You're staying here," he instructed.
"Oh, no way!"
"Yes. You're staying here, and I'll call you as soon as I know what's going on. Tell Pete okay?"
Chloe sighed and nodded. She figured now would not be the best time to start an argument.
"Thank you."
She nodded and turned around, walking dejectedly back to the gymnasium.
Clark walked outside with Lana in his arms. The limousine door opened and Lex Luthor emerged.
"Jesus Christ!" He exclaimed when he saw Lana. "Clark, what the hell happened?"
"I'm not exactly sure. She's completely wasted. I think she passed out and hit her head."
Lex nodded and opened the door so Clark could climb in. Lex slid in next to him.
"Clark," he said seriously. "How did Lana get drunk?"
Clark shook his head and said nothing. They were silent the rest of the way there.
Three hours later Clark and Lana were back in the limo, heading to his house. Lex's doctor had stitched up the gash in her forehead, which was easy, as Lana was passed out cold the entire time. There was nothing he could do for a mild concussion, but he handed Clark a bottle of pills that he said would help with the symptoms. He'd also given her a shot of something, which would shorten the duration of her hangover and decrease the severity. When the limo arrived at Clark's house, he thanked the driver and carried Lana inside. He stopped when he reached the stairs. His parents were asleep. 'This is not a good idea,' he thought. But what was he supposed to do? He didn't feel like waking Nell up in the middle of the night to tell her that her niece was drunk out of her mind and had gotten hurt. He sighed and trudged up the stairs.
Clark realized Lana was still wearing her dress and his blood stained jacket. He took the jacket off and threw it on the ground. Lex stated earlier that he didn't need the tuxedo back. At least that was one thing Clark didn't have to worry about. He set Lana gently down on his bed and pulled the covers around her. Then he climbed over to the other side of the bed and tried to get comfortable sleeping on top of the covers. His mind was racing, but soon enough, the sound of her shallow breathing put him to sleep.
TBC…I am so evil! Okay next up: Clark's parents find him in bed with Lana and jump to conclusions. (After all it was the night of a dance!) Nell freaks out about her "missing" niece and is furious when she finds out where she is and what really happened. Oh yeah, Lana nurses her hangover and heartbreak when Clark refuses to speak to her. Also, what really happened in the bathroom scene?
"Clark! Clark!" Chloe was running towards him, sobbing.
"Oh my god Chloe, what's wrong?" Clark asked, alarmed. She collapsed into his arms. He held her tightly for a moment, and then pushed her away.
"What's wrong?" He repeated. Clark was beginning to sound panicked.
Chloe's hands shook. Her voice wavered. "She's dead. I think she's dead. Oh god!"
"Who?" He said, his voice barely audible.
Chloe bit her lip, still crying. "Lana," she whispered.
Clark's expression turned to horror. "Chloe, where is she? Where is she?" He was yelling now, which only made Chloe sob harder. He was shaking her, but he didn't care anymore.
"Where the hell is she?"
Chloe managed to pull herself together. "The bathroom. She's in the bathroom." She pointed in the direction.
Clark took off running down the hallway. He wanted to use his abilities to get him there faster but he knew he couldn't risk letting Chloe see him. He pushed open the door to the girl's bathroom. Lana was sprawled out on the floor, her face against the cold linoleum.
Clark ran over to Lana and rolled her onto her back. He put his fingers to her neck and felt her pulse. He couldn't feel it. There was a gash on her forehead and a pool of crimson blood on the floor next to her. Her face was pale, her skin cold and clammy to the touch. Clark placed his head against her chest. She was breathing, faintly. Clark sighed in relief. He used his X-ray vision to confirm it. Clark focused in and was able to see her lungs contracting.
Chloe came in behind him.
"She's not dead," he said quietly.
Chloe put a hand to her mouth and nodded. "I was just gone for a second. She told me to leave her alone. I went into the Torch office, I wanted to grab my camera, so I could take pictures of the dance and I…when I came in, she was like this. Oh thank God. Clark…I thought…I thought she was…she looked dead."
"Chloe, it's okay. She's okay. We've got to get her to a doctor. Do you have your cell phone?"
Chloe retrieved it from the purse slung around her shoulder.
"Wait…call Lex."
"What? Clark, she's bleeding, you said so yourself, she needs to get to the hospital!"
"No, I said she needed a doctor. Lex has one on staff. Give me the phone."
Chloe reluctantly handed it to him.
Clark dialed Lex's cell phone.
"Hello?" Lex answered.
"It's me."
"Clark?" He sounded surprised. "Why are you calling? How's the dance?"
"Get the limo to meet us outside the main entrance. And call that doctor friend of yours and have him meet us at your place."
"Clark, what's going--?"
But he had already hung up.
Clark stared at Lana. She was a mess. He didn't want to look at her. Didn't want to touch her, or be near her. This wasn't right. It wasn't supposed to be this way. She was supposed to be in the warm gymnasium dancing the night away with him, not trashed out of her mind and passed out in a pool of blood on the floor of the school bathroom. He wanted to comfort her but he just couldn't bring himself to do it. It was her own fault that all of this had happened. Or maybe it was his, he thought. He shouldn't of let her out of his sight. Then none of this would have happened. Except that she would be mad at him for smothering her. The truth was, he couldn't have anticipated anything like this. He didn't even think Lana had it in her. He'd been proven wrong. He hated what she'd done. He wanted to hate her. But he couldn't.
Chloe cleared her voice, and startled Clark back into reality. "Uh, the limo should be outside now."
He nodded and took his tuxedo jacket off. He propped Lana up and put the jacket around her shoulders. Then Clark scooped her effortlessly up into his arms and carried her out the door. Chloe trailed behind him.
"You're staying here," he instructed.
"Oh, no way!"
"Yes. You're staying here, and I'll call you as soon as I know what's going on. Tell Pete okay?"
Chloe sighed and nodded. She figured now would not be the best time to start an argument.
"Thank you."
She nodded and turned around, walking dejectedly back to the gymnasium.
Clark walked outside with Lana in his arms. The limousine door opened and Lex Luthor emerged.
"Jesus Christ!" He exclaimed when he saw Lana. "Clark, what the hell happened?"
"I'm not exactly sure. She's completely wasted. I think she passed out and hit her head."
Lex nodded and opened the door so Clark could climb in. Lex slid in next to him.
"Clark," he said seriously. "How did Lana get drunk?"
Clark shook his head and said nothing. They were silent the rest of the way there.
Three hours later Clark and Lana were back in the limo, heading to his house. Lex's doctor had stitched up the gash in her forehead, which was easy, as Lana was passed out cold the entire time. There was nothing he could do for a mild concussion, but he handed Clark a bottle of pills that he said would help with the symptoms. He'd also given her a shot of something, which would shorten the duration of her hangover and decrease the severity. When the limo arrived at Clark's house, he thanked the driver and carried Lana inside. He stopped when he reached the stairs. His parents were asleep. 'This is not a good idea,' he thought. But what was he supposed to do? He didn't feel like waking Nell up in the middle of the night to tell her that her niece was drunk out of her mind and had gotten hurt. He sighed and trudged up the stairs.
Clark realized Lana was still wearing her dress and his blood stained jacket. He took the jacket off and threw it on the ground. Lex stated earlier that he didn't need the tuxedo back. At least that was one thing Clark didn't have to worry about. He set Lana gently down on his bed and pulled the covers around her. Then he climbed over to the other side of the bed and tried to get comfortable sleeping on top of the covers. His mind was racing, but soon enough, the sound of her shallow breathing put him to sleep.
TBC…I am so evil! Okay next up: Clark's parents find him in bed with Lana and jump to conclusions. (After all it was the night of a dance!) Nell freaks out about her "missing" niece and is furious when she finds out where she is and what really happened. Oh yeah, Lana nurses her hangover and heartbreak when Clark refuses to speak to her. Also, what really happened in the bathroom scene?