Clark was at the bottom of the stairs leading up to the loft when he started to feel sick, causing him to instantly walk. Fighting against nausea, he climbed the stairs at a near crawl, praying that his parents would get there soon. Just as he reached the top of the steps, he saw why he was feeling so sick.
There was a pulsing green light surrounding Alicia that seemed to grow brighter with each passing second. Through the light, he could see Alicia. She had somehow shed her oversized jacked and was now lying on the floor. Her chest was heaving in her struggle to regain her breath.
"Clark," Alicia said, turning her head to see Clark leaning against the railing by the stairs.
A second later, Clark's parents came running up the stairs. Martha ran straight to Alicia while Jonathan went to Clark and started dragging him back down the stairs, away from the kryptonite light. Jonathan had just reached the bottom of the stairs when Alicia started screaming. Leaving Clark alone, Jonathan ran back up to help.
Unable to help Alicia or aid his parents, Clark stood a little ways away from the bottom of the stairs and looked up at the pulsing green light. With his super hearing, he could hear his mother and father trying to soothe Alicia through the sounds of her screams. He watched as the light seemed to grow brighter before it suddenly turned white and disappeared altogether, leaving complete silence.
Clark warily moved toward the stairs. After reaching the second step and realizing that he wasn't starting to feel sick, he ran the rest of the way up.
His parents were slumped onto the floor against some boxes but were returning to consciousness. He turned towards the couch to find Alicia carrying two bundles. She looked up at Clark and gave a tentative, but exhausted, smile.
"Clark," was all she said before her eyes closed and she passed out. One of the bundles she held started slipping from her limp arms but Clark sped over to it before it fell.
Clark looked down into the bundle he now held in his arms and his eyes widened. He was holding a baby girl with dark brown hair, like his. He looked back over to Alicia and realized what the other bundle was. It seemed like forever that he was just standing there staring at Alicia and their other child.
He nearly dropped the child in his arms when he felt his father put a hand on his shoulder. He turned to see his parents standing behind him with what he though were proud smiles. His mother reached out a hand to just touch the baby but then looked past Clark to Alicia.
A look of confusion crossed her face when she saw Alicia sleeping. "How long has she been asleep?" she asked.
Clark glanced back at Alicia, unconcerned. "She just said my name and closed her eyes. She almost dropped him… her," he answered, indicating the baby he held in his arms.
Martha walked over to Alicia and placed the back of her hand against Alicia's forehead. She snatched her hand back as if she had been burned, looking at the girl with surprise. She looked her over and that is when she noticed that she wasn't breathing. She put two fingers up to the pulse point in her neck and found it almost gone.
"Call an ambulance."
I know this is a crappy chapter, or at least I think so. I must have had the biggest writer's block ever. I just could not think of how it would go. And for those of you who said you would quit reading if Alicia died, just read one more chapter to see if she really does. Also, I need some more suggestions for names for the two babies (boy and girl names!). And, if you have any suggestions on how you think this story should go, just put it in your review and I will consider it. R&R!