Smallville- Sorry
Continued.
Next morning:
Luckily, there weren't any extra complications for Lana, and she was free to go. Still, if tons of physical therapy was going to let her out of that death zone, then so be it. She had never been so happy to leave somewhere that bad. Heading back home, she saw a note on the dinner table.
*** Dear Lana,
Welcome home! Too bad we can't see you on your first day back. Chloe and I are in Metropolis visiting some relatives today. Hopefully, you'll do alright, but if you have any trouble, please call (253) 553-9834. See you tomorrow morning!
Gabe and Chloe ***
Home alone now. Great, just great. As much as she wanted to start working on her new lifestyle, she had to lie back down from all that pain. 'Great start on changing my life,' she thought. Then, back to her beauty sleep.
Clark's POV:
So I've heard Lana's finally out of the hospital. Now what? Should I go talk to her? I could have done that when I visited her all those times, but I'm still scared. I don't want to be completely out of her life. Actually, let me rephrase that: I don't want her out of my life. I've worked so hard to actually talk to her. All that could go down the drain. Love. Man, I hate this. I guess I better go talk to her. It'll just get worse avoiding the situation, right?
Later on that day:
There was a soft knock on door. Lana went to get it, struggling to walk there.
"Clark?" Lana said, leaning on the doorframe to balance herself.
"Hey Lana. Are you okay?" Clark said. She did look really bad, about to collapse any minute. Instead of falling to the ground, Clark was there, like always, almost, to help her. He carried her over to the couch in the living room, careful not to hurt her.
"Sorry. I'm still kinda weak."
"So. . . how've you been doing?"
"Umm. okay I guess. At least I'm out of the hospital. God, it sucked there. . . but, I still have to go to tons of physical therapy." He just sat there, looking at her with a sad, sorry face. It was so easy to forgive him, seeing that innocent face looking up with so much care for her, like always.
"I could go with you to physical therapy, if you want sometime. Or if you just wanna do something else. But if not, I could-"
"No, that'd be great. I've been so lonely. I. . . I. . . I've missed you a lot." There, she let it out, or at least part of what she wanted to tell him so badly. Sort of hard for her to do so, but he had to know. Now, in the next couple seconds she could find out if he did care too. . . then the seconds passed.
"Me too."
"I'm sorry, you know about telling you to stay away. I didn't mean it." Through the following silence, he didn't have to say anything for her to understand how he felt. She knew he understood, he always did, but it was hard for him to have her understand how he felt. It was just one of those feelings you get, when you know someone so well for so long. Still, she wanted so many answers from him that she never received. His secrets. . . why he even broke up with her in the first place a long time ago. Being in a hospital room gave her a chance to think about everything that has ever gone on that she questioned about. What else can you do there? For hours each day in the hospital, all Lana did was think about this. Did it really matter that much to find out secrets? No, as long as feelings for each other were strong enough, which they were. Staying alone, sucked, only made situations worse. No one to really talk to about personal things, who could sympathize in return.
"I guess I'll go. . ." 'That is before, I ruin more of your life,' Clark thought to himself, as he watched her struggling on the couch.
"Don't go yet. I. . . um. . . Clark, can I ask you something?" Lana said, before she lost all her limited amount of confidence.
"Shoot."
"When you came back this summer from Metropolis, we broke up because you said staying with you would only hurt me more." There, all said, almost. It's hard. So many choppy thoughts going on all at one time.
"Lana, I-"
"Does this have to do with all your secrets, 'cause I don't care anymore. Being stuck in that hospital room for so long, finally got me to realize how much I cared about you. I don't wanna be all alone anymore." Then, silence. He looked like he was in a deep train of thoughts, but then he started to speak.
"Really?"
"Yeah."
"I care a lot about you too, but I just, I don't know. I wanted to have us for so long, that I'm still confused about everything."
"What's so confusing about it still? I mean, life seemed so perfect back during those few days we were together. What happened to the Clark Kent I once knew who wanted to risk everything so that we could be together?"
"It's just that I'm still scared. . . of hurting you [again, time after time]."
"But what about all those times you saved me? Those definitely outweigh the hurt list."
"When I came back this summer, I made a promise to myself that I would never hurt you again."
"You know what really hurts me more? It's not being with you all the time. Don't you still want us, together? You said it yourself, and you also wouldn't want to break your promise now, would you?" Lana laughed, knowing that what she was saying was good enough to convince him.
"Still, I do want that. I still want us to be together. You don't know how much. I just don't want any more problems." As confused as Clark was, he still looked so happy Lana wanted that. He's thought about it every single day since the day they broke up.
"I don't either." She tried giving him her best "picture perfect" Lana smile, sweet and welcoming, one that no guy could ever resist. And it was true. Clark couldn't resist. Missing that feeling, the surges of energy flow when her face lights up like that. So then he leaned over, and kissed her gently, with more confidence and force when she kissed back, just as passionately.
"I guess I'd better go now," Clark said, starting to stand up. Lana walked him toward the door, leaning against it again to keep her up. Giving her a quick kiss, he started walking away from the house. Even though he was already houses down the block, it was strangely fun for her to watch, knowing he'll be back home safely. As she stepped away from the door, her leg twisted, about to slam to the ground.
"Clark!" she yelled, even though it seemed pointless, now that he was far away. It was sort of a habit for her, to yell out his name whenever in need. Strange.
About to hit the hardwood floor, a blur went pass her, beneath her, as a cushion to break the fall. Looking below herself, she saw Clark.
"How? How'd you get hear me and get back in time?" Lana asked. But she already knew that it had to be from all those amazing things he always does every time something like this happens. Still, she had no clue about the true Clark, but she didn't really care about that as much. As long as he was with her, she felt like she was in paradise.
They got up off the ground, as he once again, carried her back to the couch. Total déjà vu again. What seemed to be Clark ignoring her curiosity was actually silence for him to think about what to do next. He was screwed, unless there was a reasonable explanation, but none came to him except what he feared of telling most.
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Author's Note: Please review! Your opinions are greatly appreciated. Do you think Lana had too much courage in this chapter? But when you think about it, being stuck in a hospital room can really change the way you think about things like this. I don't know. Please tell me what you think! Thank you!
Continued.
Next morning:
Luckily, there weren't any extra complications for Lana, and she was free to go. Still, if tons of physical therapy was going to let her out of that death zone, then so be it. She had never been so happy to leave somewhere that bad. Heading back home, she saw a note on the dinner table.
*** Dear Lana,
Welcome home! Too bad we can't see you on your first day back. Chloe and I are in Metropolis visiting some relatives today. Hopefully, you'll do alright, but if you have any trouble, please call (253) 553-9834. See you tomorrow morning!
Gabe and Chloe ***
Home alone now. Great, just great. As much as she wanted to start working on her new lifestyle, she had to lie back down from all that pain. 'Great start on changing my life,' she thought. Then, back to her beauty sleep.
Clark's POV:
So I've heard Lana's finally out of the hospital. Now what? Should I go talk to her? I could have done that when I visited her all those times, but I'm still scared. I don't want to be completely out of her life. Actually, let me rephrase that: I don't want her out of my life. I've worked so hard to actually talk to her. All that could go down the drain. Love. Man, I hate this. I guess I better go talk to her. It'll just get worse avoiding the situation, right?
Later on that day:
There was a soft knock on door. Lana went to get it, struggling to walk there.
"Clark?" Lana said, leaning on the doorframe to balance herself.
"Hey Lana. Are you okay?" Clark said. She did look really bad, about to collapse any minute. Instead of falling to the ground, Clark was there, like always, almost, to help her. He carried her over to the couch in the living room, careful not to hurt her.
"Sorry. I'm still kinda weak."
"So. . . how've you been doing?"
"Umm. okay I guess. At least I'm out of the hospital. God, it sucked there. . . but, I still have to go to tons of physical therapy." He just sat there, looking at her with a sad, sorry face. It was so easy to forgive him, seeing that innocent face looking up with so much care for her, like always.
"I could go with you to physical therapy, if you want sometime. Or if you just wanna do something else. But if not, I could-"
"No, that'd be great. I've been so lonely. I. . . I. . . I've missed you a lot." There, she let it out, or at least part of what she wanted to tell him so badly. Sort of hard for her to do so, but he had to know. Now, in the next couple seconds she could find out if he did care too. . . then the seconds passed.
"Me too."
"I'm sorry, you know about telling you to stay away. I didn't mean it." Through the following silence, he didn't have to say anything for her to understand how he felt. She knew he understood, he always did, but it was hard for him to have her understand how he felt. It was just one of those feelings you get, when you know someone so well for so long. Still, she wanted so many answers from him that she never received. His secrets. . . why he even broke up with her in the first place a long time ago. Being in a hospital room gave her a chance to think about everything that has ever gone on that she questioned about. What else can you do there? For hours each day in the hospital, all Lana did was think about this. Did it really matter that much to find out secrets? No, as long as feelings for each other were strong enough, which they were. Staying alone, sucked, only made situations worse. No one to really talk to about personal things, who could sympathize in return.
"I guess I'll go. . ." 'That is before, I ruin more of your life,' Clark thought to himself, as he watched her struggling on the couch.
"Don't go yet. I. . . um. . . Clark, can I ask you something?" Lana said, before she lost all her limited amount of confidence.
"Shoot."
"When you came back this summer from Metropolis, we broke up because you said staying with you would only hurt me more." There, all said, almost. It's hard. So many choppy thoughts going on all at one time.
"Lana, I-"
"Does this have to do with all your secrets, 'cause I don't care anymore. Being stuck in that hospital room for so long, finally got me to realize how much I cared about you. I don't wanna be all alone anymore." Then, silence. He looked like he was in a deep train of thoughts, but then he started to speak.
"Really?"
"Yeah."
"I care a lot about you too, but I just, I don't know. I wanted to have us for so long, that I'm still confused about everything."
"What's so confusing about it still? I mean, life seemed so perfect back during those few days we were together. What happened to the Clark Kent I once knew who wanted to risk everything so that we could be together?"
"It's just that I'm still scared. . . of hurting you [again, time after time]."
"But what about all those times you saved me? Those definitely outweigh the hurt list."
"When I came back this summer, I made a promise to myself that I would never hurt you again."
"You know what really hurts me more? It's not being with you all the time. Don't you still want us, together? You said it yourself, and you also wouldn't want to break your promise now, would you?" Lana laughed, knowing that what she was saying was good enough to convince him.
"Still, I do want that. I still want us to be together. You don't know how much. I just don't want any more problems." As confused as Clark was, he still looked so happy Lana wanted that. He's thought about it every single day since the day they broke up.
"I don't either." She tried giving him her best "picture perfect" Lana smile, sweet and welcoming, one that no guy could ever resist. And it was true. Clark couldn't resist. Missing that feeling, the surges of energy flow when her face lights up like that. So then he leaned over, and kissed her gently, with more confidence and force when she kissed back, just as passionately.
"I guess I'd better go now," Clark said, starting to stand up. Lana walked him toward the door, leaning against it again to keep her up. Giving her a quick kiss, he started walking away from the house. Even though he was already houses down the block, it was strangely fun for her to watch, knowing he'll be back home safely. As she stepped away from the door, her leg twisted, about to slam to the ground.
"Clark!" she yelled, even though it seemed pointless, now that he was far away. It was sort of a habit for her, to yell out his name whenever in need. Strange.
About to hit the hardwood floor, a blur went pass her, beneath her, as a cushion to break the fall. Looking below herself, she saw Clark.
"How? How'd you get hear me and get back in time?" Lana asked. But she already knew that it had to be from all those amazing things he always does every time something like this happens. Still, she had no clue about the true Clark, but she didn't really care about that as much. As long as he was with her, she felt like she was in paradise.
They got up off the ground, as he once again, carried her back to the couch. Total déjà vu again. What seemed to be Clark ignoring her curiosity was actually silence for him to think about what to do next. He was screwed, unless there was a reasonable explanation, but none came to him except what he feared of telling most.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* ~*~*
Author's Note: Please review! Your opinions are greatly appreciated. Do you think Lana had too much courage in this chapter? But when you think about it, being stuck in a hospital room can really change the way you think about things like this. I don't know. Please tell me what you think! Thank you!