Pete just glared me down for a moment." We think one of the tornadoes swept by and took her off". I can tell he was having a hard time with this "Everyones doubting shes even alive stil".
I cant believe this, first Lana and now Chloes missing too. Its all my fault. The only reason Chloe would've even been outside was to chase after me. Why am I always hurting everyone. "Pete go inside and tell them….tell em….Lana…." I was still in disbelief.
"What about Lana?" How can I tell him this.
"Lanas….shes.. dead…." I cant take it. Here comes the tears again.
"What…." Pete was agape at the news. Smallville's most beautiful girl dead? He just turned back towards the entrance.
"I'm sorry" I whispered towards him, but it wouldn't do any good. I cant let Chloe die too. I checked around and saw that the tornado had gone west. Please Chloe….I need you.
Suede shoes tapped along the bland halls of Smallville's hospital. A Black Jacket swaying side to side with the commanding clank of exquisite buttons.
"Sir you're not allowed back here" The nicely clad man was stopped by the towering security guard.
"Get out of my way" A flash behind the man's glasses had the security guard bowing back against the wall. "Thank you" His infamous smirk showing off the gratitude of his own personal power. He was left with no more distractions throughout the hospital.
"Mr. Luthor…..What are you doing here?" the doctors were obviously shocked at the presence of the millionaire.
"Mrs. Lang's condition….please?"
"We're very sorry sir but Mrs. Lang was beyond saving when the Kent boy brought her in"
Lex's eyes left the window of Lana's room, "Kent…."
"CHLOE!" I cant believe I'm about to fail again. First Lana, now Chloe. I cant handle this. "CHLOE!"
"Clark!" Pete was waving me down. "Clark we found her, shes being taken to the hospital right now!"
They found her. Thank god. Wait…."Pete, hows she doing!"
"Shes fine man, cmon lets go" Chloe's beetle pulled up behind Pete. "Mr. Sullivan can give us a ride over." I ran over to the car and off we went.
Its pestering me, I could've been there forever ago. I'm about ready to jump out right now and just superspeed over there. But they said shes alright so I guess I can wait. I think Pete was feeling that way too. He was stuck too the window. Without the superspeed part I'm sure.
"Mr. Sullivan its fastest if you make this right" Pete and his backseat driving, I guess I was right though. His little tip did help, it only took a few more minutes.
Its weird walking through these doors again. It had to have been only two hours since I brought Lana in here. The tornadoes are taking my friends one by one.
"Exscuse me, my names Gabe Sullivan, my daughter Chloe was brought here a few moments ago" his sadness quivered in his words .
"Sorry sir, your daughter is in the E.R. right now, we cant let you in."
"Fine. Fine" waiting is all we can do yet again. These chairs were uncomfortable.
Pete suddenly rose "I'm a go outside for a few minutes", and he was gone.
Mr.Sullivan obviously wanted Pete to leave for a bit, his fixation upon Pete confirmed that. "Clark, can we talk for a minute….", he was obviously upset.
"Sure thing" Mr. Sullivan had spilt his coffee in this chair….oh well it isn't too bad.
"Clark….as much as I want to be there for my little girl when this is all over…." Very upset indeed. "….I just have a feeling that you'll be of more help to her than I can….and I would really like it if you would just….i don't know….just maybe spent a little more time with her than you had planned to…." shedding his tears, unable to withstand it anymore, he let his words fade.
"Mr. Sullivan you don't have to worry about that at all. Chloe is my best friend and no matter what I'll make sure that shes ok." burning inside, the last few words had a bit too much 'passion' in them.
His hand shot out and I took it. My firm grip in return assured him that I had meant what I said.
"Excuse me" The doctor gained our attention. "You can see your daughter now. Just don't touch her right arm or either legs, they're severely broken."