I know i said this would be up sooner, but then school found me in my hiding place and killed me with work. But...here's an update. it's short, but i hope you guys like it. the next update should be soon. In the mean time...Review!

Silence was the only thing Lana heard as she sat down in the waiting room of the hospital, her knees high up to her chest and her feet resting on the dark blue chair she sat in as she had her arms wrapped around her legs and her cheek resting gently on her knees Tears were still streaming down her face while she listened to the nothingness around her. So much had happened in her life in the past twelve hours that even she was overwhelmed. Clark didn't remember anything. Her love didn't know anything that happened in his life. Yeah, he did know he she was, but only because she was the owner of the place he was going to before he was in a fatal car accident. Now he was hanging onto his life as she sat there, silent, crying to herself.

Feeling the presence of someone suddenly sit down next to her abruptly, she sniffed and closed her eyes while she felt a hand placed on her back, rubbing it gently as the sweet, smooth, kind motherly voice filled her ears. "Everything's going to be okay sweetie." Martha kindly reassured her, seeing her turn her head over to her and wipe away some of her tears while gulping loudly and feeling moister fill up in her eyes as she spoke.

"How do you know that Mrs. Kent? This wasn't even supposed to happen to Clark in the first place. He's always doing nice things for people…he has never done anything wrong. I-I…I just don't understand how this could have happened to him!" Lana's words soon came out as a sob, her face crumbling up in more tears as Martha pulled her into an embrace and stroked her soft, raven hair as she felt tears of her own form in her eyes herself.

"I just keep thinking that if we didn't agree to go over to the Talon this would have never happened, and he wouldn't be hurt." Lana said looking up at Martha. "Maybe if that hadn't happened, he'd be at home up in his loft doing his homework or something." She forced out a laugh that came out as a sob, tears falling down her face all while the mother shook her head at her words.

"Lana, you shouldn't be blaming yourself for what happened. This was an accident and accidents do happen." Martha reminded her, stroking her face as she nodded her face and shrugged a little.

"I know, but I feel like this could've been stopped somehow. Like what if he would've stayed at school for just a little bit longer?"

Martha rubbed Lana's back, "We shouldn't live lives on what ifs Lana. What happened, happened. It was an accident and we can't change that. I know this is hard…it's hard for us all, but…it was just…an accident sweetie." Little did Martha know that this was no ordinary accident.

"…around 6 pm Wednesday evening. The fatal car accident occurred on Main Street and left one dead, Sarah Nicole Jones, and one wounded severely, Clark Jerome Kent, who is right now checked in Smallville Medical Center for critical injuries such as severe whiplash and traumatic brain damage. What happened the tragic nightfall still remains in the memory of Dalton Roach, the driver of the Luthor Corp vehicle who hit Clark Kent's truck. Dalton,"

The echo of the television filled Jonathan's ears as he sat down next to his son who was lying down in the hospital bed in front of him, his face expressionless as he slumbered deep in unconsciousness while the father's eyes were locked on his sleeping body. The TV in the upper corner of the room continued to fly into his hearing no matter how much he didn't want to hear it however. He wouldn't dare to glance at the screen sometimes at what he would see too. All he did was sit there, thinking sadly about what had happened to his only son while listening to what the news station had to say about the car accident that was all over TV.

"I-I don't know, it was a strange evening Kelly. I was driving down the road doing a load for Lionel Luthor when suddenly, out of nowhere this red car pops up in my view. I swear, I tried to pull to the side or something, but before I knew it, my truck hit it. About less then twenty seconds later a car was driving by, I believe a Mazda it was--yeah, a blue Mazda had to swerve to the side because we were in the middle of the road, and had smashed into the side of the truck that I hit on the way. I called an ambulance right away after that. That's all I know that happened."

Jonathan gulped loudly and leaned his arms on the bed's metal bars while he blew air through his cheeks and looked around him at the machines and monitors that the boy was hooked up too. He didn't understand how this was happening. It was Clark for crying out loud. From the moment they found him, he was invulnerable unless he was around his Kryptonite, but after he was taken away from that, he was better. No, this was something that puzzled him. Either way it didn't matter though. He didn't remember anything and from what Dr. Bennett told them there was an unlikely chance he would ever remember anything again.

It was unbelievable to him. Everything that had happened was unbelievable. At least there was a chance back when Clark couldn't wake up that things would get better. Now, everything was down the drain. He was paralyzed from the waist down, with the chance that he couldn't even move his neck for a lifetime without surgery that could kill him, and to top it all off he did not remember anything and was fighting for his life every second that went by with the TBI he was suffering from. It was too surreal for Jonathan to see. It was too frightening for him to think about it. It was to scary all together for it to even be happening.

"Thank you Dalton. For those just tuning in that was Dalton Roach, the driver of the Luthor Corp truck that collided with a seventeen year old boy's car four days ago. I'm Kelly Lamb and here's Jim with the weather."

Sighing loudly, Jonathan tried to concentrate on the sound of the beeping and buzzing noises from the machines around him, his mind slowly falling into slumber as his hand dropped down on the bed and the sounds of his light snores filled the area. And as he slept, his hand laid on top of Clark's gently while the room remained silent and peaceful.

TO BE CONTINUED...