A/N: sorry it's taken so long to update, crazy school and such. But here's another part! and i'll be updating�again this weekend!

Pete sat down in the driver's seat of his car with Chloe next to him, his foot on the pedal and his eyes looking straight ahead at the road as both tried to keep their eyes open with the early morning time flowing around. The sun had hardly even rose with the time as cold air blew by and the sound of the vehicle's noises filled their ears. Silence roamed between the two teens, the only clatter that was heard was either a sniff from the blonde or a cough from the darker color boy. Luckily however, after about an half and hour of driving, the boy stuck his head out the window when he saw red and blue yellow lights blinking in his eyes and an industrial accident coming ahead.

"This it?" Pete asked, looking over at the reporter who nodded her head shakily. Chloe got out of the car and started walking toward the accident scene with Pete following her. She was about to walk in when a police officer stopped her.

"I'm sorry ma'am I'm afraid I can't let you through here." Chloe sighed. She hated it when this type of thing happened. "Um, listen, I'm a reporter doing a story on this and I wanted to get some pictures of the accident." She winced inwardly for the reason that she hated using these kinds of tactics to get what she wanted. The officer shook his head again.

"I'm sorry, I can't let you through, we're still questioning the witnesses." Suddenly from behind, a guy that looked just a little older than her and Pete walked forward.

"Hey officer are we done here? I really need to get home." The officer turned and faced him when those words were said. "Mister, I still need to know what happened right before you hit the truck."

Pete started to shake with rage when he heard that. This was the guy that landed Clark in the hospital and he didn't even have any scratches on him. He didn't care what had happened to Clark, all he cared about was leaving this place. Suddenly he jumped forward and grabbed the guy.

"You sick bastard, I can't believe you aren't even thinking about the person you landed in the hospital." He threw a punch, satisfied he had made contact with his face.

"My friend is fighting for his life right now and all you can think about is leaving? Where are you going to go huh? Home? So you can go on living your life as if nothing happened?" Tears nearly got in the way of his anger as Chloe struggled to pull Pete off the guy before any officers had a chance to. "Pete, come on, he's not worth it. Please stop Pete!"

The boy stood still for a while even with what Chloe said though, and it wasn't until a few minutes later that Pete stopped and backed away. "Come on, let's see if we can find anything."

Ambling down the scene, Chloe sucked in her lips to hold back her tears as she saw the red truck that her friend would always drive in nothing but a crumbled piece of crushed metal being pulled away by a crane. It caused her to close her eyes and look away to see Pete in front of her with his hand on the yellow police line tape keeping them from going inside the incident, his palm strolling across it as he walked with his mind obviously in another world. The blonde knew he was upset about what was going on, but she didn't know anger was the way he coped with it.

"Talk about the news of the century." Chloe tried to laugh some to break the silence between her and the boy, only getting a chuckle that faded away when Pete turned around and glared at her irritably. She instantly shut up after that. Blowing air through her cheeks wretchedly, the girl pulled her purse up her shoulder and sighed heavily, closing her eyes tightly to wake herself up some. As she did, she could smell the fresh scent of coffee and doughnuts enter her senses and cause her to relax suddenly. She loved the smell of morning time, it just calmed her down. Her tranquility was interrupted however when she opened her eyes up once again and saw a certain bald man talking to a police officer ahead of them.

"Pete." Nudging on Pete's shoulder to get his attention, Chloe pointed over to the right of them and glanced over at her friend when she saw him get livid, wincing a little but following his lead when he jogged over to where the man was. Ignoring the officers and pushing most of them aside, he ran over to the guy his eyes were locked on and grabbed his arm, straight away spinning him around and staring at him furiously.

"Why the hell aren't you at the hospital?" Pete retorted, not seeing Chloe soon catch up with him or the other officers gather around them as he merely gaped at Lex's face with anger.

"Whoa, Pete, why should I be over at the hospital?" Lex looked blankly into the angry eyes of the young Ross.

"You're really something Luthor, you know that? Do you even know what really went on here?" Pete stared disgusted at Lex. This was just too pitiful, if he and Clark were such 'good friends' why didn't he know Clark was fighting for his life at that very moment?

"Of course I know what happened, one of the company trucks was involved in an accident and I'm here to make sure everything's okay."

This just got Pete angrier, "You do know that they pulled out what looks like a mangled piece of red metal?" Lex nodded. "Then you should know that, that is what's left of the Kent's truck."

Lex stood with a stunned look on his face, "W-who was driving the truck?"

"Who do you think Lex! It was Clark; he's been fighting for his life while you've been out here making sure your precious company truck was alright!" Pete started walking back to his car as he went past Lex. "Some best friend you are!" Chloe just started at him with a mixture of anger and hurt.

"How could you not have known Lex?" Her voice was just barely above a whisper. She walked off after Pete leaving Lex to sit in his thoughts. After a few minutes he got up, informed someone he was leaving and drove as fast as he could down to Smallville Medical Center.

Pain. Piecing pain. Every part of my body is in pain. It's all I can feel. Pain.

I try to gasp for air but it's like someone is already breathing for me. Cold exposure to the world's atmosphere rushing down my throat and giving my lungs ability to keep me living. I'm living. Am I really living? What's going on? What happened? All I can remember is one thing…maybe two, maybe even a couple when you think about it. The more I think the more my thoughts slip away though. Being at the caves…gone. Talking to my dad…gone. Hearing Chloe ask me to the Talon…gone. Passing notes with Pete…gone. The only thing that seems to stay is crashing into a truck and seeing darkness.

I'm scared. What's going on? Am I dying? I want dad, I want mom, I want Lana. I want to get out of here. I want the pain to stop. I want to see light again. Why is everything so dark? Why can't I see? Why doesn't the pain just stop already?

………

Silence.

Those words echo in my mind. I'm asking myself why the pain won't stop. I'm asking myself all these questions that won't be answered because I'm alone. No one is here, no one is beside me. I'm alone. I'm alone, in pain. Horrible, horrible pain ripping through every inch of my body. I'm alone.

I'm alone.

Lex drove down to the hospital as fast as his Porsche would take him, his foot pushing on the peddle and his eyes looking straight at the road in front of him. Once he got to the medical center he ran through the entrance doors and up to the admit desk with heavy breaths escaping his mouth. "What room is Clark Kent in?" He looked down at the blond who popped her gum like she didn't even hear him.

"Are you family?"

Lex glared at her, "Look I don't have time for this, what room is Clark Kent in?" The blonde just stared as Lex was getting impatient, "Do you know who I am?"

Again the blonde stared, causing him to lean in closer. "Look, you tell me what room Clark Kent is in or I will make sure you never work in this town again." The blonde's eyes went wide and she quickly went searching through her papers on the desk.

"He's up in the ICU, room 234." After getting the information he ran up to the to the intensive care unit and was surprised to see Jonathan Kent standing outside of a hospital room with his arms crossed to his chest sadly.

Lex could simply see just by the way the father looked that something bad had happened. Heaving deep breaths, his chest moving up and down heavily, he gulped loudly and walked up to the man who had his arm resting on the door post of the entrance to the hospital room, his eyes closed and his head looking down at the ground desolately.

"Mr. Kent, I just heard what happenedI am so sorry I didn't come sooner." Lex said, not seeing him move or even glance at him when he spoke. All he did was stay still, his fingers feebly touching his forehead and his sight locked on the tile floor below him. Wincing, the rich man took another step forward and leaned his neck in some while licking his lips sorrowfully.

"How's Clark?" He asked, almost feeling hope jump in his stomach when Jonathan brought his head up and stared at him. It was the livid expression on his face that made Lex's appearance slowly unwind and his eyes fill up with guilt. He knew why he was mad at him and it immediately caused him to take the rest of the five steps up to him so they were face to face and gulp loudly.

"Mr. Kent I swear I didn't know it was Clark that was hurt; I thought it was some mindless teenager being stupid." Lex declared, begging to get him to look him in the eyes and not be irate at him but seeing that his expectations were far from happening when he saw the father bring his head up and tilt it to the side.

"How could you not have known Lex? It was all over the news; they even knew who was driving the car. And you of all people should have been the first to know. It was your company's truck that has put my son in a hospital bed fighting for his life!" Jonathan exclaimed, taking a step back from the man and turning around as Lex cursed in his head and clutched his teeth together when he heard those words. If he had just cared more about what happened then he would have known like everyone else. But the fact was he didn't, and it was obvious that he couldn't turn back time now.

"Mr. Kent" He tried to speak, however, immediately the father interrupted him, spinning around and pointing his finger at him angrily.

"No, Lex, I don't want to hear it. It's because of you that Clark might die, and damn it if he doesn't he won't remember anything that's happened in his life!" Jonathan retorted, fury rushing through his veins as Lex's face slowly softened up and soon enough was nothing but a blank expression. He couldn't believe what he had just heard, which meant there was worst to what had actually happened to his friend.

"Mr. Kent, I swear to god I am sorry. I'll call up all my specialist from Metropolis and-" Shaking his head and cutting him off again, Jonathan sighed through his teeth and held back the tears in his eyes by biting on his lower lip. "You don't get it, do you Lex? It's too late. He needs an operation that's too risky to takehe was just hit by a truck for god's sake! Nothing can save him now."

Jonathan choked out those words, closing his eyes and ignoring his call out saying his name when he turned to his left and opened up the door to the hospital room before walking into it and closing it on Lex, leaving him there to stand in utter shock of what he had just heard and what had been spoken.