Late evening time filled the Ross house as Pete sat down on his couch looking at his watch in the living room. He still had a few minutes until he needed to be over at the Talon, which meant time to kill until he had to leave. Just as he was about to turn on the TV, there was a knock at the door.

Expecting someone to get it, he proceeded to turn on the TV until the knocking became more frantic. Pete got up muttering to himself, "I'm comin', geeze, hold on a sec." He opened the door to a very panicked and sobbing Chloe, which got worry to fill up his body. "Chloe, what's wrong? What happened?" She stepped inside and Pete gathered her in a hug.

"Pete i-it's just so horrible."

"What is Chloe? What's going on?"

"I-it's Clark, he was in an accident. The doctors are wondering how he's even still alive. I-It's not looking very good for him." She broke down again sobbing even harder in his arms.

"Shhh…Chloe it's okay. How about I take you back over to the hospital with me?" Pete asked, honestly inside not feeling so worried since it was Clark she was talking about. He was probably fine just trying to hide the fact that he was different from the doctors.

Chloe nodded wiping her eyes, "Yeah, okay…Pete I'm sorry, I so shouldn't be acting like this."

Pete looked her in the eye, "Chloe, don't you ever say that, you have every right to be acting like this. Your best friend is in the hospital." Chloe just looked at him for a moment then started walking out the front door. "Come on Pete, Clark needs us now." He grabbed his keys and walked out the door after Chloe.

Rushing outside, Pete jogged over to his blue 'pimp' vehicle and flew the door open, about to go inside when he noticed Chloe jump in the passenger's seat. He couldn't help but dart his eyebrows down confused and look at her puzzled. "Chloe, don't you have your car?" He asked her, seeing right away her cheeks that were wet with tears blush and he nodded his head in understanding, knowing that she was a total wreck at the moment.

Sitting down in his seat and shoving his keys in the engine, he swiftly pulled out of the driveway and started to drive down the artery with thoughts clogging up his mind. Clark was in the hospital? Clark as in the Clark who was invulnerable and indestructible?

Maybe he was just a little hurt, like a few cuts and bruises. It didn't explain why Chloe was breaking down next to him, but he knew that Clark couldn't get hurt. It was part of knowing his secret.

Switching on his headlights through the darkness, he pulled onto the other lane when he saw that the one he was driving in was blocked, a huge line of cars in front of him getting both him and Chloe confused as the girl stuck her head out the window to see more.

"What the hell…" Pete trailed off as he got out of his car. He could see the huge wreckage ahead. Still not knowing what was going on he turned to Chloe. "Do you know anything about this?" Chloe nodded, "That's where Clark's accident was." All the color drained from Pete's face, "Oh my god…I didn't think it was that bad." Pete went up a little further to see the damage. A crane was there pulling the red GMC out of the middle of everything. He gasped as he saw the truck - it was completely mangled to the point of no recognition.

'This is bad' Pete thought 'This is really bad.' Chloe came up to him to see what he was shocked at and looked at the now mangled truck almost passing out, and if it hadn't been for her hard hitting reporter skills, she probably would have. She looked over at the semis that had hit the Kent truck. It barely had a dent in it, and it angered Chloe that nothing had happened to that driver yet there Clark was lying in a hospital bed on the brink of death. She couldn't the sight anymore, she grabbed Pete.
"Come on let's find another way to the hospital."

Jonathan paced back and forth in the waiting room of Smallville Medical Center with his hands practically pulling out his hair, his wife sitting down in a chair to the right of him as the sound of silence felt like it was choking him around the neck like crazy. He couldn't take it anymore. He had to find out what was wrong with his son. The father walked down the room and back up to the admits desk; the same blonde from earlier sitting there.

"I need to know what's going on. Now, can you tell me anything about my son?" The blonde just had a blank look on her face before responding, "I told you sir, you need to wait in the waiting room until someone comes for you."

This just angered Jonathan, "I have been waiting in that damn room for over five hours and no one has come to get me! Now I want to know what the hell is going on with my son and I want to know now!" He started pushing papers to the floor. Martha, hearing the racket, rushed out of the waiting room seeing papers scattered everywhere.

"Jonathan Kent what are you doing!" she ran over to him and grabbed his arm pulling him into a corner. "This is not going to help us find out about Clark any faster with you doing this! Now we are going back into that waiting room and we're going to wait just like everyone else." Jonathan put his head down ashamed at his actions and followed his wife back into the waiting room.

As they walked back into the area where now only one man, a young teenager sat down in a chair on the other side of the room looking just as worried as them, the automatic doors zipped opened to show a blonde haired reporter and a darker color boy comer rushing up to them. You could see that the girl was looking sadder then the other teenager though as they instantly went up to the parents and gasped for breath.

"How is he?" Pete asked them first when he saw the depressing looks on Martha and Jonathan's face, watching the father collapse into a chair and place his face in his hands as Martha glanced behind him before looking back at the teen's sadly.

Chloe and Pete went to sit down noticing the sleeping Lana. Her eyes were red from crying so much and she looked exhausted. They tried not to wake her as they walked by her. They sat in a distant corner, Pete facing her, "Alright Chloe, I'm still out of the loop. What exactly happened to make Clark end up at the hospital?"

"I'm not sure on that part Pete. Lana had turned on the news and I came over and watched it with her, I don't know but right after they said that the driver of the truck was a seventeen-year-old boy we just knew it was him. We rushed over here and were about to ask about him when Mr. and Mrs. Kent rushed through the doors. That confirmed our suspicions that Clark had been brought here….and now here we are waiting to see if Clark's okay or not." Chloe didn't dare tell anyone what she had over heard between the doctors earlier she knew that would devastate the Kent's, Pete, and most of all Lana.

TO BE CONTINUED...