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Manically driving down the road of her small town, Chloe tried her best to stay calm as she rushed down to the infirmary. Lana sat in the passenger seat, not only with water flowing down her cheeks but a scared look on her face from how crazy her friend was driving.

"Chloe, we want to go to the hospital, not end up as a patient there!" She exclaimed, clinging onto her seat belt for dear life when the blonde-haired person took a sharp turn that led the car to the tilt to the side.

She didn't reply though. All she could do was press down on the gas harder by the second in hope to get to the sanatorium even faster. Lana understood this completely; however, at the moment all she wanted to do was crawl into a ball and cry her eyes out. Clark Kent had been hit by a truck, a truck and a car to be exact and was in the hospital that very moment. It was too surreal and scary to even think about. What if he was dying? What if he was already dead? Letting out a sob and covering her mouth with her hand to hold back more tears, Lana closed her eyes tightly and brought her knees to her chest, wrapping her arms around them as she felt the car take another sharp turn.

Eventually as time went by they made it to the entrance of Smallville Medical Center where Chloe found a quick parking spot in the visiting zone and jumped out of the buggy. It took the raven-haired girl some time though to get out as she slowly removed her seat strap and opened the door before jumping out.

Lana didn't think she'd ever run so fast in her life as she had that very moment she and Chloe reached the receptions desk at the same time. "Has an accident victim by the name of Clark Kent been brought to the hospital?" Lana asked trying to keep her emotions in check. The bright blonde haired attendant who looked about their age just stared at her for a minute then asked, "Are you family?"

Lana paused. "No but we're really close friends and…-" Lana was interrupted by a couple almost flying through the doors and running up to both her and the blonde. Martha looked at them,

"Please tell me Clark's alright." Chloe looked down at the ground instantly in fear of what to say.

"We don't know anything Mrs. Kent, I'm sorry." Martha looked over at the attendant and snapped. "Was a boy by the name of Clark Kent brought in here? I'm his mother and these two are family. Now tell me where he is."

The attendant looked hurriedly down at the chart in front of her and said, "Dr. Bennett is over seeing his care right now. But you'll have to wait in the waiting room until someone comes to get you." Martha nodded and started walking away shortly followed by Jonathan, Lana, and Chloe.

Sauntering into an area where the lights were lit dimly for the evening time and only two strangers sat down reading books, Martha leaned her head against Jonathan's chest like she had done before and allowed tears to fall down her face, grabbing onto his arm and holding it tightly as she tried to take deep breaths to control herself. Never had she thought she would be in a hospital waiting room for her son. Gulping loudly as she watched the two girls take different seats next to each other, she followed her husband to the chairs and slowly took a seat herself when she suddenly heard the blonde haired girl speak up.

"I don't think I can sit here and wait for some doctor to come in and tell me my friend's fate when I could be out hunting down the person who did this!" She stood up and walked out the waiting room doors, no one protesting her leaving since they knew it was no good to try and stop her. Over from the corner they heard the strangers start to laugh, and Lana looked over at them disgusted with them. 'How could they be happy at a time like this?' She thought. Clark was hurt, and to Lana, no one should be happy until she knew that he was safe. She scolded herself at thinking this 'Just because they don't have to deal with something like this doesn't mean I have to be selfish about it. Geeze Lana, get a hold of yourself!'

Running her hands down her face, she gulped back the tears in her throat and blew air through her cheeks. The day was almost over and by the time mid-night hit, her friend, her love, could be dead. 'Oh my, how can this be happening? He was just supposed to come to the Talon. That's it. Not get in some car accident.' Lana told herself, biting her lip as she looked over at the Kent's and saw how much of a wreck they were. It must be harder for them then on her to know that Clark was in the hospital. Deciding not to think about what was going on anymore, Lana closed her eyes gently and leaned her head back against the rest of the chair as she let everything around her slowly slip away so silence could flow into her ears and peacefulness wander her mind.

Meanwhile, Chloe walked down the halls fiercely rubbing her eyes as more tears fell. She couldn't believe that this was happening to someone so innocent. What did Clark ever do to deserve this? All Clark ever tried to do was make peoples lives better. Never thinking about is own life. 'Why, God?' She thought 'Why are you doing this to him?'

Walking faster down the halls she suddenly stopped as she heard Clark's name mentioned by what she could only assume was a doctor. Quickly she hid by the door listening to what the doctor had to say…

"Michael, you don't understand, he's unstable-he needs to be in the ICU!" One man said, his voice not deep but not high pitch as Chloe bit her lip and slowly turned her head into the room. It wasn't good enough to see anything though. A file cabinet was blocking most of her view and it caused her to curse in her head as she continued to listen to what the physicians had to say.

"No-no, we can't take that risk Parker. His head trauma is too severe; moving him around is too dangerous." Another spoke, his voice stressed out as Chloe's face saddened at what she was hearing. Head trauma? How could Clark have head trauma? Yet again, how was he in the hospital in the first place? She had always thought of him as the invincible Clark Kent, and now from what she was hearing the invincible Clark Kent was on his last lines dying. Peaking her head in some more, she caught a glimpse of two men, one blonde and the other brunette, wearing long white trench coats standing over a long bed, and on that bed was a boy. Chloe had to turn away though from the sickening sight. That wasn't Clark. It couldn't be Clark.

"Ugh, I don't understand how this boy wasn't AD." A doctor mumbled slightly, putting his head in his hands as behind the door Chloe's eyes went wide and her mouth gaped open. She knew what AD meant. Arrived Dead. Sucking in her lips and feeling a warm drop of water glide down her cheek, she held her breath tightly as she listened to the other man talk, guessing it was the blonde from his tone of voice but not really caring since all she wanted was so know what was going on with her friend.

"Okay, I've never understood your language Michael. Are you trying to tell me to pull his plugs?" Immediately gasping, the girl covered her mouth with both of her hands, trying not to make any more noise while hoping none of them heard her. However she wanted to be safe and turned back over to the door where the listened closely instead of looking at what was going on. Chloe couldn't help but think though as they did. Was this really happening? Was Clark actually dying and was his fate held by two doctors who could take away his life any moment at any time?

"I don't know. He's only a teenager, I don't know if he can handle what's going to come." The other man replied, and just as she was about to lean in some more, she heard footsteps coming towards her. Chloe's stomach started twisting in knots and doing flip-flops as she looked behind her in the room and then down the left hall where someone was coming. Instantaneously, she ran down the other end of the lobby while repeating what the other doctor had said in her mind. And as she ran, she prayed that Clark would live.

Clark felt like he was falling into a never-ending pit of darkness. He tried to yell for help but no noise came from his mouth. He had remembered driving down the road wondering what was happening to him. Then after that everything had gone dark. Some time later, he could only guess, he had the feeling that people were working on him, almost like they were trying to save him. There was still something wrong though, if they were in fact trying to save him, why hadn't they figured out he was different? That question, was not to be answered for sometime as he was pulled even further into the darkness below.

TO BE CONTINUED…