"Help!" Lana screamed again, but no one came. Lana ran out of the room.
"Please, someone help me!" Her screams echoed threw the halls, and to her
relief she saw the blonde man that had come in with Clark, ran to her.
"Are you okay? What's wrong? You should have gotten out of here!" He said as he looked around to make sure none of the attackers were left, which there weren't, they had all been driven out or killed.
"It's not me! It's Clark!" She said shaking. "He is hurt! He might even be dead! Please, you have to help him!"
The Blonde's face went pale. "Where is he?"
Lane raced into the room where Clark's body was lying limp on the floor soaked in blood.
The blonde knelt over Clark and put his head to Clark's chest. "He is still alive, but I don't know for how much longer he can hold on." The blonde picked up Clark's head and then, his legs, and began to carry him out the best he could.
"Where are you taking him?" Lana asked worried, wondering if she could help.
"I am taking him back, I have to try and keep him alive, he can't die..." He said as Lana could have sworn she saw a tear roll down his cheek, but he didn't look like a man who cried, under any circumstances.
"No, leave him here! If you walk all that way, he will just keep losing more blood and..." Lana choked up.
"Here? Your people wouldn't give him care, to you he is only a peasant." The blonde said with such bitterness.
"NO! I will make sure he gets the best of care! Please, he saved my life, and... I can not lose him again... come with me." Lana said leading them to a large room, obviously a bedroom for some rich person, perhaps even Lana's.
"Put him down in the bed, I'll get help!" Lana said running out of the room.
The blonde gently put Clark down on the bed, which now was immediately drenched in blood. He picked up Clark's head.
"Clark! Clark!" He said shaking his head ever so slightly. Clark opened his eyes a crack. "Clark, can you hear me?" Clark didn't answer, but opened his eyes some more and blinked. The blonde took that as a sign he could. He cut off Clark's shirt, careful not to touch his wound. But Clark still winced in pain.
Lana came running backing the room with a man, who looked familiar to the blonde, and a woman. "Help him. He saved my life and now is dying for it." Lana instructed the 2 people.
The woman looked at Clark's wound, "Lana, it is bad... I'm not sure we can even help him."
"TRY!" Lana screamed in anger.
The man stood there watching. He looked like he was trying to figure out a puzzle, but then turned to the blonde, "Who are you?"
"I'm his friend." He said with disgust for the man.
The woman had a towel and was trying to wipe away the blood, so she could clearly see his injury. But it didn't help, because as soon as she wiped blood off, more replaced it. "If there is any way he has a chance, we need to stop the bleeding. Give me that." She said pointing to a little box. She pulled out a large metal needle. "I need to close the wound." She said as she did her best to put in stitches, with all the blood. But she managed to do it, it still bled, but much slower.
After 10 minutes it almost had stopped. The woman began to bandage up the wound as tight as she could. "I've done all, I can. If he makes it threw the night you will be lucky." She said as she left.
"Lana, who is this man?" The man asked.
"I told you, Lord Falcone, he saved my life." Lana said upset that he wasn't doing more to help.
The woman left and so did Lord Falcone, with a confused look on his face, leaving only Lana and the Blonde in the room.
"What happened to him?" Clark's friend wanted to know.
"He... was stabbed... and then he... pulled out the knife...and saved me." Lana said choking up. The blonde wanted more of his questions answered, but he knew this was not the time. After a few glances at Clark and awkward moments of silence Lana spoke.
"What is your name?"
The man hesitated and then said, "My name is, Benjamin Knole."
"I'm Lana Lang." Lana said, stopping herself from saying 'nice to meet you' because actually it was horrible the way they had met.
"I see, I've heard lots about you. You are all the town talks about." He said in what Lana thought was distain.
The both stayed with Clark for many hours. Lana was surprised and relieved that no one came for her, or even entered the room.
"Is it a bad sign that he hasn't regained consciousness?" Lana asked Benjamin.
"I'm not sure, but I know that it's been hours and he has stayed the same, for better or worse."
They barely spoke for hours, and it was only making the waiting worse for both of them, so Ben spoke up 13 hours into waiting around for Clark.
"Earlier... you said something that has been on my mind."
"What was it?" Lana said grateful for the start of a conversation from him for once.
"You said 'I can't lose him again.' What did you mean 'again'?" Ben asked.
"Um..." Lana sat there, she didn't know if she should tell him, or not, but didn't see the harm and really need to tell someone so she continued, "Lets just say, I knew Clark a long time ago."
"What?" Benjamin asked shocked. How did one of the most beautiful nobles know Clark, a peasant?
"Ya, I know it sounds crazy, but it's true." Lana said looking down.
"How did you know Clark?" Benjamin asked very curious and very much needed the distraction of conversation to take him mind off the fact that Clark could very well be dying and he couldn't do a damn thing about it.
"Well...it's complicated... but Clark & I used to be best friends." Lana said realizing how crazy it really did sound.
"Listen Lana, I'm in no mood for jokes." Ben said turning his back on Lana.
"I'm not joking! I'm not lying either." Lana said as Ben turned around.
"So what, you just met Clark on the streets one day and were best friends, and let me guess, your parents completely encouraged your friendship?" Ben mocked her.
"I don't appreciate your attitude. I'm telling the truth." Lana said getting angry.
"Let's just drop it alright?" Ben said not feeling like fighting while his best friend was fighting for his life in the bed next to him.
Lana walked over to Clark, and gestured to the necklace around Clark's neck, which no one had removed.
"Look at that and tell am I am lying." Lana said as Ben walked over.
"You know what it means?" Ben asked.
"Just read what it says on it." Lana said as Ben read the word 'Lana'.
"So you weren't making all that up? You know about the necklace?" Ben asked a little bit in awe.
"Of course I know about it." Lana said automatically.
"It's just, I've known Clark for 6 years, I am his best friend, and he would never tell me where he got it or what it meant. He always just got very uncomfortable about it, but yet he has worn it every day for the past 6 years. I was never even aloud to inquire about it long enough to find out anything. I never even knew it said 'Lana'" Ben said explaining.
"Well... I can tell you if you want." Lana said taking in the sad story she had just heard.
"Please, I really want to know. I'm sorry for acting like such an ass earlier, but... it was just so hard to believe." Ben apologized.
"It's alright. Okay, well... I gave that necklace to Clark the last time I ever saw him. We were 7 years old. I gave him the necklace so he wouldn't forget me. I never saw him again, until today...and I knew it was him only by the necklace hanging around his neck." Lana said holding back tears.
"But how did you know each other?" Ben asked.
"We actually lived together. We were closer than most brothers and sisters, you see my mother found him abandoned and left for dead in the streets just a few days after I was born. She nursed him back to health, and she couldn't give him up and kept him. My father... he was at war, but when he came back he demanded that she get rid of Clark. After much fighting, she was forced to send Clark away. We had no idea where he had gone. We never even knew if he was alive." Lana said.
Ben was so shocked by the depressing story Lana had told him. "Oh... That is... It makes perfect sense."
They waited the whole night, but Clark's fever would not break, and he would toss and turn. He would shiver even with a fire in the room, and blankets stacked on him. He sweated, which they were told was a good sign, but the fever needed to break.
On the 3rd day his fever broke and he slept for 8 hours. Ben & Lana were there when Clark finally opened his eyes.
"Benjamin, he is awake." Lana said as she walked over to the bed.
"Are you okay? What's wrong? You should have gotten out of here!" He said as he looked around to make sure none of the attackers were left, which there weren't, they had all been driven out or killed.
"It's not me! It's Clark!" She said shaking. "He is hurt! He might even be dead! Please, you have to help him!"
The Blonde's face went pale. "Where is he?"
Lane raced into the room where Clark's body was lying limp on the floor soaked in blood.
The blonde knelt over Clark and put his head to Clark's chest. "He is still alive, but I don't know for how much longer he can hold on." The blonde picked up Clark's head and then, his legs, and began to carry him out the best he could.
"Where are you taking him?" Lana asked worried, wondering if she could help.
"I am taking him back, I have to try and keep him alive, he can't die..." He said as Lana could have sworn she saw a tear roll down his cheek, but he didn't look like a man who cried, under any circumstances.
"No, leave him here! If you walk all that way, he will just keep losing more blood and..." Lana choked up.
"Here? Your people wouldn't give him care, to you he is only a peasant." The blonde said with such bitterness.
"NO! I will make sure he gets the best of care! Please, he saved my life, and... I can not lose him again... come with me." Lana said leading them to a large room, obviously a bedroom for some rich person, perhaps even Lana's.
"Put him down in the bed, I'll get help!" Lana said running out of the room.
The blonde gently put Clark down on the bed, which now was immediately drenched in blood. He picked up Clark's head.
"Clark! Clark!" He said shaking his head ever so slightly. Clark opened his eyes a crack. "Clark, can you hear me?" Clark didn't answer, but opened his eyes some more and blinked. The blonde took that as a sign he could. He cut off Clark's shirt, careful not to touch his wound. But Clark still winced in pain.
Lana came running backing the room with a man, who looked familiar to the blonde, and a woman. "Help him. He saved my life and now is dying for it." Lana instructed the 2 people.
The woman looked at Clark's wound, "Lana, it is bad... I'm not sure we can even help him."
"TRY!" Lana screamed in anger.
The man stood there watching. He looked like he was trying to figure out a puzzle, but then turned to the blonde, "Who are you?"
"I'm his friend." He said with disgust for the man.
The woman had a towel and was trying to wipe away the blood, so she could clearly see his injury. But it didn't help, because as soon as she wiped blood off, more replaced it. "If there is any way he has a chance, we need to stop the bleeding. Give me that." She said pointing to a little box. She pulled out a large metal needle. "I need to close the wound." She said as she did her best to put in stitches, with all the blood. But she managed to do it, it still bled, but much slower.
After 10 minutes it almost had stopped. The woman began to bandage up the wound as tight as she could. "I've done all, I can. If he makes it threw the night you will be lucky." She said as she left.
"Lana, who is this man?" The man asked.
"I told you, Lord Falcone, he saved my life." Lana said upset that he wasn't doing more to help.
The woman left and so did Lord Falcone, with a confused look on his face, leaving only Lana and the Blonde in the room.
"What happened to him?" Clark's friend wanted to know.
"He... was stabbed... and then he... pulled out the knife...and saved me." Lana said choking up. The blonde wanted more of his questions answered, but he knew this was not the time. After a few glances at Clark and awkward moments of silence Lana spoke.
"What is your name?"
The man hesitated and then said, "My name is, Benjamin Knole."
"I'm Lana Lang." Lana said, stopping herself from saying 'nice to meet you' because actually it was horrible the way they had met.
"I see, I've heard lots about you. You are all the town talks about." He said in what Lana thought was distain.
The both stayed with Clark for many hours. Lana was surprised and relieved that no one came for her, or even entered the room.
"Is it a bad sign that he hasn't regained consciousness?" Lana asked Benjamin.
"I'm not sure, but I know that it's been hours and he has stayed the same, for better or worse."
They barely spoke for hours, and it was only making the waiting worse for both of them, so Ben spoke up 13 hours into waiting around for Clark.
"Earlier... you said something that has been on my mind."
"What was it?" Lana said grateful for the start of a conversation from him for once.
"You said 'I can't lose him again.' What did you mean 'again'?" Ben asked.
"Um..." Lana sat there, she didn't know if she should tell him, or not, but didn't see the harm and really need to tell someone so she continued, "Lets just say, I knew Clark a long time ago."
"What?" Benjamin asked shocked. How did one of the most beautiful nobles know Clark, a peasant?
"Ya, I know it sounds crazy, but it's true." Lana said looking down.
"How did you know Clark?" Benjamin asked very curious and very much needed the distraction of conversation to take him mind off the fact that Clark could very well be dying and he couldn't do a damn thing about it.
"Well...it's complicated... but Clark & I used to be best friends." Lana said realizing how crazy it really did sound.
"Listen Lana, I'm in no mood for jokes." Ben said turning his back on Lana.
"I'm not joking! I'm not lying either." Lana said as Ben turned around.
"So what, you just met Clark on the streets one day and were best friends, and let me guess, your parents completely encouraged your friendship?" Ben mocked her.
"I don't appreciate your attitude. I'm telling the truth." Lana said getting angry.
"Let's just drop it alright?" Ben said not feeling like fighting while his best friend was fighting for his life in the bed next to him.
Lana walked over to Clark, and gestured to the necklace around Clark's neck, which no one had removed.
"Look at that and tell am I am lying." Lana said as Ben walked over.
"You know what it means?" Ben asked.
"Just read what it says on it." Lana said as Ben read the word 'Lana'.
"So you weren't making all that up? You know about the necklace?" Ben asked a little bit in awe.
"Of course I know about it." Lana said automatically.
"It's just, I've known Clark for 6 years, I am his best friend, and he would never tell me where he got it or what it meant. He always just got very uncomfortable about it, but yet he has worn it every day for the past 6 years. I was never even aloud to inquire about it long enough to find out anything. I never even knew it said 'Lana'" Ben said explaining.
"Well... I can tell you if you want." Lana said taking in the sad story she had just heard.
"Please, I really want to know. I'm sorry for acting like such an ass earlier, but... it was just so hard to believe." Ben apologized.
"It's alright. Okay, well... I gave that necklace to Clark the last time I ever saw him. We were 7 years old. I gave him the necklace so he wouldn't forget me. I never saw him again, until today...and I knew it was him only by the necklace hanging around his neck." Lana said holding back tears.
"But how did you know each other?" Ben asked.
"We actually lived together. We were closer than most brothers and sisters, you see my mother found him abandoned and left for dead in the streets just a few days after I was born. She nursed him back to health, and she couldn't give him up and kept him. My father... he was at war, but when he came back he demanded that she get rid of Clark. After much fighting, she was forced to send Clark away. We had no idea where he had gone. We never even knew if he was alive." Lana said.
Ben was so shocked by the depressing story Lana had told him. "Oh... That is... It makes perfect sense."
They waited the whole night, but Clark's fever would not break, and he would toss and turn. He would shiver even with a fire in the room, and blankets stacked on him. He sweated, which they were told was a good sign, but the fever needed to break.
On the 3rd day his fever broke and he slept for 8 hours. Ben & Lana were there when Clark finally opened his eyes.
"Benjamin, he is awake." Lana said as she walked over to the bed.