Silence. Inhale Silence. Exhale. Silence. Silence. Inhale Silence.
Exhale.
Where as fire had once engulfed her body, Chloe Sullivan was now surrounded by a static, sterile, silent world of plastic, in little more than a very thin paper shirt in a plastic bed with plastic sheets . Morphine was constantly being pumped into her blood stream in order to help dull the pain. She was unconscious, and wasn't moving, as something in her unconscious had told her not to move, so as to keep the pain to a minimum. She had gone through several surgeries already, and seemed to be on the road to an almost full recovery. Her hair and eyelashes would grow back, her skin would regenerate itself, and the gashes and scars all over her body would be healed. Her spinal column, however, was beyond medical help. The blast had thrown her 20 feet, which quite possibly saved her life. However, as fate would have it, it had thrown her 20 feet into a tree, paralyzing her from he waist down, with little chance of recovery.
They had decided ahead of time that they wanted someone close to the patient to tell her the bad news, all of it. Where as Chloe Sullivan was saved from the blast, her father, Gabe, was not so lucky. The only way they had known that he was there with her was through his wedding ring, which had been found by the investigation team that had searched the site. Martha Kent was waiting for the call from the hospital when Chloe woke up. The Kents had decided that, should worst come to worst, they could let Chloe stay with them until a suitable family was found for her. They would have adopted her, but something about the journalist snooping around their property ( and sheds, for that matter) didn't sit right with them.
The Kent's phone rang. Martha answered it, with Jonathan looking on hopefully. The Kents had put out fliers in search of Clark. "This is she... ...mmhhhmm,... yes, yes, of course. ...Uhuh... ...I understand. I'll be right down." She hung up the phone
"Jonathan, Chloe woke up, they knocked her out again, but the sedative will wear off within the hour. I have to go."
Chloe had woken with a start. The first things she noticed were all the plastics, the cold, and her lack of real clothing. Then she noticed she couldn't feel her legs. Then came the pain, as her body finally gave up on concealing it. The screaming, searing, blinding pain. She screamed out for what seemed like forever. A nurse came in hurriedly, being scanned for any bacterium first. She tried to comfort Chloe, who was now crying her eyes out, and crying further still as the tears trickled down her burned face. The nurse quickly realized she had t subdue her, adding a sedative into her drip that put her out cold, and adding in a little more morphine. Silently, Chloe Sullivan went into a cold, unconscious slumber, completely unaware of the all her pains to come.
Where as fire had once engulfed her body, Chloe Sullivan was now surrounded by a static, sterile, silent world of plastic, in little more than a very thin paper shirt in a plastic bed with plastic sheets . Morphine was constantly being pumped into her blood stream in order to help dull the pain. She was unconscious, and wasn't moving, as something in her unconscious had told her not to move, so as to keep the pain to a minimum. She had gone through several surgeries already, and seemed to be on the road to an almost full recovery. Her hair and eyelashes would grow back, her skin would regenerate itself, and the gashes and scars all over her body would be healed. Her spinal column, however, was beyond medical help. The blast had thrown her 20 feet, which quite possibly saved her life. However, as fate would have it, it had thrown her 20 feet into a tree, paralyzing her from he waist down, with little chance of recovery.
They had decided ahead of time that they wanted someone close to the patient to tell her the bad news, all of it. Where as Chloe Sullivan was saved from the blast, her father, Gabe, was not so lucky. The only way they had known that he was there with her was through his wedding ring, which had been found by the investigation team that had searched the site. Martha Kent was waiting for the call from the hospital when Chloe woke up. The Kents had decided that, should worst come to worst, they could let Chloe stay with them until a suitable family was found for her. They would have adopted her, but something about the journalist snooping around their property ( and sheds, for that matter) didn't sit right with them.
The Kent's phone rang. Martha answered it, with Jonathan looking on hopefully. The Kents had put out fliers in search of Clark. "This is she... ...mmhhhmm,... yes, yes, of course. ...Uhuh... ...I understand. I'll be right down." She hung up the phone
"Jonathan, Chloe woke up, they knocked her out again, but the sedative will wear off within the hour. I have to go."
Chloe had woken with a start. The first things she noticed were all the plastics, the cold, and her lack of real clothing. Then she noticed she couldn't feel her legs. Then came the pain, as her body finally gave up on concealing it. The screaming, searing, blinding pain. She screamed out for what seemed like forever. A nurse came in hurriedly, being scanned for any bacterium first. She tried to comfort Chloe, who was now crying her eyes out, and crying further still as the tears trickled down her burned face. The nurse quickly realized she had t subdue her, adding a sedative into her drip that put her out cold, and adding in a little more morphine. Silently, Chloe Sullivan went into a cold, unconscious slumber, completely unaware of the all her pains to come.