Smallville- Sorry
Continued.
Back at the hospital (couple weeks later):
"How are feeling Lana?" a nurse asked, entering her room. It was bad enough to be stuck in a hospital bed, but it was another to be kept asking redundant questions. She missed being out there, going to school, working at the Talon, hanging out with her friends, hanging out with Clark. . .
"I'm feeling better," Lana replied. "Do you know how much longer I'm going to be staying like this?"
"Test results have shown great improvement and that you're healing quick. You will most likely be able to go home by tomorrow morning, but you'll have to go to physical therapy every day. You'll still probably have problems walking and going about your normal routine." [A/N: I don't know if it really makes sense about Lana being able to go home, but none of you guys gave me feedback on how long! I really have no clue, but if you do on Lana's injury situation, please tell me!]
"Great. I can't wait to get out again!" she said excitedly, thinking about going back out in the world. "Not that you guys haven't been nice and helpful to me. . . but-"
"I understand. It's hard being coped up in a room for a long time." Just thinking up getting back out was huge for Lana. She'd been so lonely, with nothing to do but sleep, and few visits here and there.
"Can I ask you a question?"
"Sure."
"Has anyone come to see me, like when I wasn't awake or something?" The nurse gave out a soft, but friendly laugh.
"You mean the young man who visits you every day, just to watch you sleep? Then, yes."
"Clark came every day?"
"Is that his name? Well, yes, he did."
"Oh, okay."
"Boyfriend," the nurse asked curiously.
"Ex."
"Really? Did you break it off?"
"No he did."
"Then he must care and love you a lot still."
"Yeah. It's still sort of complicated."
"Dying to see him?"
"How could I not?"
"I have to go run some tests now. Hopefully, you will be well enough to leave by tomorrow."
"Great. Thanks."
Lana's POV:
That was sort of strange. I rarely ever speak much to any of the doctors or nurses who come in for me. It's still so boring and extremely lonely here. And I can't believe Clark came back every day. So why didn't he come when I was awake so I could talk to him? See, that's the problem. Maybe that's why. I wonder if he's just afraid of what I'll say this time. But once I leave tomorrow, somehow, I have to get my old life back. I don't care how, but I will. I want everything to go back to the day Clark and I finally became something, before he left this summer. If I could, then I'd change how everything was. I'd be able to make him come back, and maybe, we still would have been together. Everything thing since then has just gone downhill, not like things weren't before that, but still. That's the last happy moment I had. And I'm going to change it all back to those happy moments, one way or another.
*Appearing in the night*
*Like an angel while I'm sleeping*
*I feel your arms around me, but sadly I'm just dreaming*
*I stare into the darkness and hope to find you waiting*
*But I know that it's useless*
*I'm just hallucinating*
*And I swear, your love is addicting,*
*I've give up my world, for you I come running*
*And I swear, that I have it all,*
*Then tell me why I can't stop thinking of you*
*It's your voice that I hear*
*It's your touch that I feel*
*And your love comes to me, every time I think of you*
*Boy my dreams are so real, and I know eventually,*
*You will see what I feel*
*Every time I think of you*
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* ~*~*
Author's Notes:
Please review!!! Your opinions are greatly appreciated.
That was an old song by Angelina called "Everytime I Think Of You." I was listening to some old CDs and I thought it might be nice to put in. It sort of tells a little how Lana might feel. Read the lyrics, maybe you'll think so too.
Continued.
Back at the hospital (couple weeks later):
"How are feeling Lana?" a nurse asked, entering her room. It was bad enough to be stuck in a hospital bed, but it was another to be kept asking redundant questions. She missed being out there, going to school, working at the Talon, hanging out with her friends, hanging out with Clark. . .
"I'm feeling better," Lana replied. "Do you know how much longer I'm going to be staying like this?"
"Test results have shown great improvement and that you're healing quick. You will most likely be able to go home by tomorrow morning, but you'll have to go to physical therapy every day. You'll still probably have problems walking and going about your normal routine." [A/N: I don't know if it really makes sense about Lana being able to go home, but none of you guys gave me feedback on how long! I really have no clue, but if you do on Lana's injury situation, please tell me!]
"Great. I can't wait to get out again!" she said excitedly, thinking about going back out in the world. "Not that you guys haven't been nice and helpful to me. . . but-"
"I understand. It's hard being coped up in a room for a long time." Just thinking up getting back out was huge for Lana. She'd been so lonely, with nothing to do but sleep, and few visits here and there.
"Can I ask you a question?"
"Sure."
"Has anyone come to see me, like when I wasn't awake or something?" The nurse gave out a soft, but friendly laugh.
"You mean the young man who visits you every day, just to watch you sleep? Then, yes."
"Clark came every day?"
"Is that his name? Well, yes, he did."
"Oh, okay."
"Boyfriend," the nurse asked curiously.
"Ex."
"Really? Did you break it off?"
"No he did."
"Then he must care and love you a lot still."
"Yeah. It's still sort of complicated."
"Dying to see him?"
"How could I not?"
"I have to go run some tests now. Hopefully, you will be well enough to leave by tomorrow."
"Great. Thanks."
Lana's POV:
That was sort of strange. I rarely ever speak much to any of the doctors or nurses who come in for me. It's still so boring and extremely lonely here. And I can't believe Clark came back every day. So why didn't he come when I was awake so I could talk to him? See, that's the problem. Maybe that's why. I wonder if he's just afraid of what I'll say this time. But once I leave tomorrow, somehow, I have to get my old life back. I don't care how, but I will. I want everything to go back to the day Clark and I finally became something, before he left this summer. If I could, then I'd change how everything was. I'd be able to make him come back, and maybe, we still would have been together. Everything thing since then has just gone downhill, not like things weren't before that, but still. That's the last happy moment I had. And I'm going to change it all back to those happy moments, one way or another.
*Appearing in the night*
*Like an angel while I'm sleeping*
*I feel your arms around me, but sadly I'm just dreaming*
*I stare into the darkness and hope to find you waiting*
*But I know that it's useless*
*I'm just hallucinating*
*And I swear, your love is addicting,*
*I've give up my world, for you I come running*
*And I swear, that I have it all,*
*Then tell me why I can't stop thinking of you*
*It's your voice that I hear*
*It's your touch that I feel*
*And your love comes to me, every time I think of you*
*Boy my dreams are so real, and I know eventually,*
*You will see what I feel*
*Every time I think of you*
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* ~*~*
Author's Notes:
Please review!!! Your opinions are greatly appreciated.
That was an old song by Angelina called "Everytime I Think Of You." I was listening to some old CDs and I thought it might be nice to put in. It sort of tells a little how Lana might feel. Read the lyrics, maybe you'll think so too.