"The next thing I knew the doctors called me to tell me he had been hit by
a semi- truck with a drunk driver," he didn't know how she was going to
react, "who had gone right through a red light."
Anger flashed through Chloe's eyes. The truck driver was the one to blame for this. It was his entire fault. She was about to go find the man responsible when Lex stopped her from standing to leave.
"The driver died instantly," She plopped back into the chair, not bothering to hide her contentment with that last sentence. He ignored it and understood that she was relishing the revenge. "You could say it was almost a miracle that you father even lived."
"So is he going to be okay?" she asked hopefully.
He gave her a weak smile that crushed the thought and he squeezed her hand. "He's still fighting." They sat there again for a moment. Chloe fought back the tears, determined not to break down in front of him again. Then she sighed, took a sip of her coffee and scrunched up her nose. "I know," he smiled, "it sucks."
Her stomach growled. "Is there anything worth eating up there?" she asked. He shrugged. "Well do you want anything?"
"No thanks," he grinned. "I've got my crap in a cup," he finished as he lifted his coffee in a mimic of a toast.
Chloe shakily stood up and almost lost her balance but Lex jumped up and caught her again. She smiled at the feeling of his hand around her waist yet another time.
"I've already come to rely on you too much. I can't walk without your help," she joked.
"Want me to carry you?" he asked in an almost suggestive tone. Chloe's eyes grew wide but she kept cool.
"Only you can lighten the mood when my father is in intensive care, Lex," she said. He looked into her eyes, staring at her as if to ask if she really could walk without his help. "I'll be okay Lex." He slowly and reluctantly loosened his grip on her. She took a couple of steps and looked back. "Really, Lex, I'm fine."
He watched her slowly walk away, suddenly realizing how much of a turn- on it was that she looked as if she was wearing nothing underneath that coat- his coat- from behind. He diverted his eyes so that the rather erotic images of Chloe could not get into his head. There were more important things to be taken care of.
He flipped open his phone and dialed a number.
"Yes, hello, this is Lex. I want you to send a team of specialists to the Smallville Medical Center immediately," he cringed as he finished the words, realizing that he said that sentence too many times.
Chloe turned and called to him and when Lex got up she noticed he was talking on the phone. When he finally got to her she raised her eyebrows. "You know, you're not supposed to have those in here." She gestured to the phone. He closed it.
"I was finished anyway," he said, teasing her. "So what did you need?"
"Well, I didn't have a chance to get my purse..." she hinted. Before she went any further he reached into his pocket and pulled out a few bucks.
"You owe me," he half- heartedly joked.
"Hey, I'm letting you do everything you can to help," she replied, looking at him.
"Well then you'll take my advice when I say that those eggs do not look too appetizing," stopping himself from saying what he really wanted in return. She gazed deep into his eyes, as if she had expected him to say that what he wanted was really her.
"Ms. Sullivan?" a man's voice rang out from behind them. Her eyes broke away from his as she looked over his shoulder. He saw her face pale, causing him to whip around only to have his eyes land on a doctor.
Anger flashed through Chloe's eyes. The truck driver was the one to blame for this. It was his entire fault. She was about to go find the man responsible when Lex stopped her from standing to leave.
"The driver died instantly," She plopped back into the chair, not bothering to hide her contentment with that last sentence. He ignored it and understood that she was relishing the revenge. "You could say it was almost a miracle that you father even lived."
"So is he going to be okay?" she asked hopefully.
He gave her a weak smile that crushed the thought and he squeezed her hand. "He's still fighting." They sat there again for a moment. Chloe fought back the tears, determined not to break down in front of him again. Then she sighed, took a sip of her coffee and scrunched up her nose. "I know," he smiled, "it sucks."
Her stomach growled. "Is there anything worth eating up there?" she asked. He shrugged. "Well do you want anything?"
"No thanks," he grinned. "I've got my crap in a cup," he finished as he lifted his coffee in a mimic of a toast.
Chloe shakily stood up and almost lost her balance but Lex jumped up and caught her again. She smiled at the feeling of his hand around her waist yet another time.
"I've already come to rely on you too much. I can't walk without your help," she joked.
"Want me to carry you?" he asked in an almost suggestive tone. Chloe's eyes grew wide but she kept cool.
"Only you can lighten the mood when my father is in intensive care, Lex," she said. He looked into her eyes, staring at her as if to ask if she really could walk without his help. "I'll be okay Lex." He slowly and reluctantly loosened his grip on her. She took a couple of steps and looked back. "Really, Lex, I'm fine."
He watched her slowly walk away, suddenly realizing how much of a turn- on it was that she looked as if she was wearing nothing underneath that coat- his coat- from behind. He diverted his eyes so that the rather erotic images of Chloe could not get into his head. There were more important things to be taken care of.
He flipped open his phone and dialed a number.
"Yes, hello, this is Lex. I want you to send a team of specialists to the Smallville Medical Center immediately," he cringed as he finished the words, realizing that he said that sentence too many times.
Chloe turned and called to him and when Lex got up she noticed he was talking on the phone. When he finally got to her she raised her eyebrows. "You know, you're not supposed to have those in here." She gestured to the phone. He closed it.
"I was finished anyway," he said, teasing her. "So what did you need?"
"Well, I didn't have a chance to get my purse..." she hinted. Before she went any further he reached into his pocket and pulled out a few bucks.
"You owe me," he half- heartedly joked.
"Hey, I'm letting you do everything you can to help," she replied, looking at him.
"Well then you'll take my advice when I say that those eggs do not look too appetizing," stopping himself from saying what he really wanted in return. She gazed deep into his eyes, as if she had expected him to say that what he wanted was really her.
"Ms. Sullivan?" a man's voice rang out from behind them. Her eyes broke away from his as she looked over his shoulder. He saw her face pale, causing him to whip around only to have his eyes land on a doctor.