Hey guys! here's another new chapter! Thanks to all your kind reviews and i hope to have another chapter out by Tuesday so enjoy!

Three days later…

Clark's condition still hadn't changed, and that was getting everyone worried. The Kent's had found out that the doctors were considering pronouncing Clark pretty much a vegetable, and it did nothing to help Martha and Jonathan. Both were thinking of how this wasn't supposed to be happening. That they were all supposed to be home – home and happy like other families were instead of sitting by their son who was in a hospital bed dying, practically in a forever loss of consciousness.

Pete was spending the nights with the duo at the hospital, staying far away from his house and his own family incase there was any change in his friend's condition while Lex did the very opposite, burying himself in his work but making sure he called up the Kent's a few times a day to make sure everything was okay.

For Chloe, one day she happened to overhear some of the conversation the couple was having. It was there she found that Clark might not come back at all, and she ran home and told Lana the news to afterwards beg her to keep it a secret. She didn't want the Kent's to know that she had overheard one of their private conversations, and annoyed, Lana reluctantly agreed.

Now, sitting in the hospital room, Lana stroked Clark's hand gently as she looked around at all the machines that were there-wishing that they would just goes away but knowing that wasn't possible. "Please don't leave me Clark; you're all that keeps me together. If you died I don't know what I would do." The raven haired girl whispered to the unconscious teen on the bed, her eyes shining with tears that slid down here cheeks while she laid her head on the bed next to her love's face.

"Please Clark, I love you so much. Come back…please come back…"

Blackness-- that was all that he could see. Blackness and pain that he wished would all go away. He wanted his mom and dad, he wanted to see Lana, Chloe, Pete, and Lex again, tell them how much they meant to him as friends and how he considered all of them family. He just wanted to go home and leave the panic, worry and agony he felt in the strange world he was in now.

Another course of pain shot through him as he sat crossed legged on the ground, rocking himself back and forth while closing his eyes tightly and praying that the torture would disappear. God, he just wanted all the pain to go away, that's all he asked. That, and to find a way back to light again, to his home, to his parents, and to his life.

Suddenly, a booming voice was heard, and he looked up at the darkness above him to wonder where it came from. "Kal-El, are you ready to choose?" He knew that right away it was Jor-El.

Clark was still confused and frustrated by all of this though, and he balled his hands into tight fist while choking back the tears in his throat. "I can't choose! Please, just let me out of here, let me see my friends and family again. Then I can choose."

There was silence for a moment as the teen sat still and waited for a reply that soon enough came. "I will let you back Kal-El, but you must remember this will only be for a brief time, and at a great physical cost to you."

Clark darted his eyebrows down and sighed heavily. "What do you mean? What did you do to me?" He asked almost angrily, hearing a respond right away.

"You will find out in time Kal-El, now go forward and see the people you care about. Remember, time is short, and you must decide soon or you will pay dearly."
Clark was about to reply when he felt his mind haze up and obscurity fill his eyes as fell into unconscious to the place around him.

Lana's head rested gently against Clark's arm, finally drifting off into a troubled but light sleep when she was jolted awake by movement, and she looked up to see Clark staring at her eyes filled with distress and pain. She could not believe what she as seeing at first. Clark Kent was awake after the doctors said there was basically no hope. She shook her head and looked one more time, expecting it to be a dream but realizing that it truly wasn't.

"Clark?" He just looked at her in more confusion as if to say 'who are you?' and 'where am I?' Lana got up from the chair she sat in and rushed out of his room and down the hallway to almost crash into Martha as she walked down the lobby with her husband. "Mrs. Kent, you're never going to believe this, i-it's Clark, he's awake."

Back in the hospital room, pain was the only thing Clark felt as he tried to move or sit up in the bed that he was lying in, however, certain limbs either not working or forced to stay still keeping him from doing any movement. The only thing that he was concentrated on was the anguish that was ripping through every inch of his body though. He wanted to take the tube that was breathing air for him out of his mouth but his right hand was to heavy to pick up and his left shoulder hurt like hell when he moved it. Before he could do any more budging too, he heard the sound of a door swing open and an ecstatic cry from a woman enter his ears.

"Thank god." Martha exclaimed, rushing over to the hospital bed along with Lana where her son laid as she sniffed back the tears that were falling down her cheeks and brushed away a strand of hair from the boy's forehead that was covered in gauze. She was cut off from saying anything nevertheless when two other people came running into the room and she turned her head over to find her husband and a doctor sprinting over to them.

"Clark!" Jonathan shouted with a slight smile on his face, not noticing Lana take a step back and walk backwards over to the door so he could stand next to the bed. All he was thinking about was how his son was now awake.

Dr. Bennett walked over to the bed also and checked all of his patient's vitals for anything out of the ordinary, making sure everything were normal before he looked down at the boy and put a small grin on his face. "Well Mr. Kent, it seems that you are full of surprises today." Clark looked at him with questioning eyes though, and the room started to get worried with his bewilderment as the doctor went on even through his uncertainty.

"I guess now would be a good time to fill you in. You were in a serious car accident about four days ago Clark, you came in with serious injuries that you should have died of." Clark stared blankly at him, still not knowing what was going on as he continued. "The reason you can't talk is because we had to hook you up on a respirator. Now, I'm going to take that tube out, okay?"

Clark tried to nod, but it was too painful, so he simply just shut his eyes then opened them. The doctor took that as an okay and started to take the pipeline out, and Clark started coughing harshly when it was out of his throat. After it subsided, he sunk deep onto the bed and closed his eyes. Taking deep breaths, he finally was able to open his sight after he caught his breath as he looked around at the people standing around his bed, no hint of recognition in his eyes.

Dr. Bennett saw this and continued after a moment. "Clark, do you know where you are?" The boy tried to respond but nothing came out, and his eyes widened in panic. He tried again but still, no sound came from his mouth. Dr. Bennett quickly calmed him down by placing his hands on his shoulders gently and started to explain.

"Clark, when you came in you had a massive head injury, it seems one of the side affects was loss of speech. Don't worry, with time that will return." Clark held his hand uninjured hand up in a writing gesture, and understanding immediately Dr. Bennett took out a pen and a notepad for him to write on. With much difficulty, he wrote out the word 'hospital' to answer his question and the doctor nodded at this.

"Very good Clark, now I'm going to ask you some yes or no questions and all I want you to do is blink once for yes, and twice for no, alright?" He said as Clark blinked once, signaling he understood, so he went on.

Dr. Bennett went around to the end of Clark's bed, lifting up the blanket covering his legs, he started to tap on Clark's leg, "Can you feel this Clark?" He asked, having to walk back up to his head to see his eyes as he blinked twice, telling him that he didn't sense a thing he had done. Biting his lower lip, the physician gulped loudly and turned over to the parents, sighing and shaking his head as he heard Martha let out a silent weep and Jonathan swear to himself.

Sighing, the man took another step forward and placed each of his hands on each side of the blue brace the boy was wearing, unbuckling it extremely slowly in precaution to doing any harm to his already fragile spine as he bent down to his knees to be eye-leveled with the teen and looked him in the face.

"Clark, I'm going to feel if your neck is broken at all--I need you to tell me when I do if you feel a sharp pain in your back, all right?" Dr. Bennett said, wrapping his cold hands around the warm neck as immediately he saw Clark close his eyes tightly in tenderness while opening his mouth up as far as he could but nothing coming out. It was obvious that he was trying to cry out in anguish, and the doctor saw this right away, taking his hands off the collar and placing the bracket back on.

"Well, that's a good sign. The response to contact on his collarbone shows that his spine wasn't damaged to the point where it's insensibly." Looking over at Jonathan while saying this, he watched the father swallow saliva down his dry throat and stare blankly at him for him to go. Not wanting to seem like he was being inpatient however not wanting to do what he had to do next, the doctor gulped loudly and ran his fingers through his brown hair forlornly.

"Okay Clark…do you recognize the people around you?" Dr. Bennett asked slowly as Martha, Jonathan, and Lana all held their breath unknowingly while they waited for Clark to answer. It seemed like time had slowed down as everyone waited for Clark to respond. Finally though, after what seemed like hours, he blinked once, then twice. Everyone's hearts sunk at the devastating answer. Clark Kent, the boy everyone knew and loved had not remembered any of them. The parents were the most distressed of them all since their son that they had raised from almost infantry didn't even know who they were.

Looking over at the couple despondently, Dr. Bennett closed his eyes and sucked in his lips, stuffing his hands in his long, white trench coat and walking away from the bed and over to the door sorrowfully.

"I'll leave you alone for a while. We're going to have to do some x-rays and cat-scans soon to make sure everything is going along smoothly though….get me if you need anything." Dr. Bennett advised, slow on his last words as he smiled wearily at the raven-haired girl by the door who had her hand covering her mouth and tears flowing down her face before walking out of the room.

Jonathan didn't know what to do next. There his son laid, awake but still on his last lines and in sheer pain lying down straight on a hospital bed not even knowing who he was. All he could do was inhale deeply and then sigh heavily as he walked up to the right side of the bed and looked down while brushing away strands of hair on the boy's forehead.

"Clark, son, do remember anything?" Jonathan asked. Clark blinked once, and hope fluttered in the father's heart once again at this reply.

"Do you remember any one in this room?" Again, Clark blinked once. "Can you look at the person for me?" Jonathan once more asked, and Clark looked toward at the raven-haired girl standing in the doorway. She noticed and came over by him in surprise and shock, pointing to her self while doing so.

"You remember me?" He blinked as shakily he picked up the pen and wrote down something. After he was done, Lana took it from him and read what was there.

'Lana? Talon. My truck hit going to Talon.' Lana started crying again, nodding at the words Clark had written down. Just then, a surge of pain went through Clark's body and his face twisted in pain. Lana jumped a little bit as this happened but soon calmed down as she started stroking Clark's hair while he fell into unconsciousness. "Hang in there Clark."

Silence roamed the halls of Smallville medical center as Lex Luthor stood outside one of the ICU rooms, his hand placed gently on the large glass in front of him as he stared at the boy inside the area lying down on a bed flat with his father and mother next to him.

He couldn't believe this had happened to Clark. From the moment he met the teen he had always thought he was invincible, and yet here he was, fighting for his life as he stood there motionless. And he couldn't help but feel guilty. Sighing and letting his palm slide down the cold glass, he closed his eyes and gulped loudly when suddenly a voice filled his ears.

"You do know that technically this is all your fault, don't you?" Looking over to his right, Lex saw Chloe walking up to him, clinging onto her jacket as her eyes were blood shot red and her cheeks were wet with tears. "What do you mean this is all my fault Chloe?" Lex was confused by Chloe's sudden statement as she rolled her eyes.

"Oh, I don't know," Chloe said sarcastically. "Maybe how it happened to be your company's truck? Or how you pretend like you never knew it was Clark that was hurt? So tell me Lex, are you satisfied with the results of your little experiment?"

He looked at her puzzled, "Chloe, I don't know what you're talking about. I didn't ask for that truck to hit Clark, and I swear to god I never knew he was critically injured."

"I can't believe you just stood there and lied to my face." Chloe spat, anger overwhelming her body while she clutched onto her jacket even tighter. "You make me sick Luthor." With that, she walked into Clark's room, not looking back once at the remorseful Lex.

To Be Continued…