I'm still not sure how much time passed before I woke up again. When I did, I found that I couldn't move anything and had a headache the size of Kansas. There was something else to…My lungs felt like they had too much air in them. I tried to breathe only to discover the breathing tube that had been inserted on the ambulance was still in place. Someone must've been keeping a careful eye on me because the next thing I knew, a doctor came bustling into the room to check on me. I couldn't say anything to him, of course, so I just stared on as he checked on all the equipment that surrounded me.

After he was satisfied with what he saw, he turned back to me and smiled. I blinked in shock; what the hell was he doing smiling at me! I had a damn tube stuck down my throat and he smiles. I glare at him, trying to set the question across of what I was doing here. Apparently he got the message and started to explain.

"You're probably wondering why you're here with a tube down your throat." I glared again. Why thank you captain obvious! He sighs, Uh oh was all I could think before he continued. "It seems that when we took your blood-" I don't think I heard the rest of what he said. I started to panic; they took my blood, now they knew what I could do.

He stopped and studied my face carefully, "Clark? Are you listening?" I could only blink. Fear and anger that I felt towards the doctor flowed through me. I tried to motion with my hands toward the tube. I think he got the motion when he came closer to the bed. "All right Clark, it looks like you're strong enough to breathe on you own, so when I count to three blow hard. Ready?" I nod my head. "Okay, now…one…two…three" I blew as hard as I could, and then started to gag as the tube was taken out. After it was all the way out, I went into a choking fit that seemed to last forever.

Finally, when it was over, and I had caught my breath, I spoke. "How long have I been out?" My voice came out as a harsh whisper, which surprised me a little. I had never lost my voice before, so this was new. My ears perked up as the doctor began to speak again. "You've been out for about a week and a half. This really isn't all that surprising, seeing how much toxic substance was in your blood."

I blinked. That wasn't supposed to happen to me. Come on! I didn't take all that much to do that much harm! There had to be some kind of error. I remember crushing up some of the red and green kryptonite, but it wasn't all that much! I may have taken more then I should have, but it was just a tiny bit more. I must've heard him wrong; so I looked into his eyes.

I remember one of my friends telling me once that the eyes were the windows to the soul. From what I saw, there were no lies hidden in those depths. "How?" Was all I managed to say. The doctor sighed again for what seemed like the millionth time. Eventually asking the inevitable question: "Clark, have you been taking drugs of any kind?"

I blinked…again. I could feel the color draining from my face at the mention of that question. No. I thought to myself. I couldn't answer the question; he'd be sure to tell my parents. I knew they'd try to send me to some kind of rehab place; and there was no way I was going to go there. I kept my mouth shut, looking away.

The doctor got closer, "Don't worry, you can tell me." I shook my head. "No, I can't." He tilted his head a little, "Why not? Did something happen to you? Something bad?" I nodded my head a little. "What was it, Clark?" I came to my senses before I answered, "No. If I tell you, you'll tell my parents; and they-they'll...they just can't know."

The doctor shook his head, "No Clark, anything that is said in this room will stay here." I snorted at his words. "I'm sixteen! I'm only a minor, you could tell them anything you want and lie to me to say you didn't!"

The doctor drew away a little at my outburst, "Clark, calm down! No, I promise, anything you tell me won't leave this room." I folded my arms and shook my head. "You're lying, I can tell you are." He shook his head, "Clark, trust me on this, I won't say anything to your parents." My anger slowly started to go away, his tone was so trusting and firm. I couldn't help but think it was the truth. I sighed, here goes nothing…I opened my mouth and let the words slide out, "My brother died."