Clark hated not being able to bring Alicia to the hospital himself. His parents thought it would be too suspicious if he had. Instead, they had to wait an agonizing three minutes for the ambulance to get there while Jonathan tried to resuscitate Alicia. He was pacing back and forth, holding his sleeping daughter while his mother was holding his fussy son.

The paramedics arrived soon after. A couple of them went over to Alicia and started doing things that just blurred through Clark's mind. Jonathan walked over to him, placing a hand on his shoulder, and looked down at the baby that Clark held in his arms.

"Clark, the paramedics are also going to take the babies," he said.

Clark's head whipped around to look at his father. His face was drained of all color and his eyes were wide with panic. But, before he could run, he noticed that his dad wore a small smile.

"Son, they are just going to make sure nothing is wrong with them and such."

Clark visibly relaxed and turned his head back to watch as Alicia was carried down the stairs of the loft and towards the awaiting ambulance. He followed after the paramedics. When two of the paramedics walked over to him and his mother to take his children, he hesitated.

"You can ride in the ambulance if you feel you need to, Mr. Kent," the taller of the two paramedics, a man, said, addressing Clark.

Clark looked past him to the ambulance and saw that it would be a little crowded if he went to so he shook his head no. "I'll just meet y'all there."

With a curt nod, the man took the baby Clark held while the other paramedic took the baby Martha held and carried them to the ambulance. Clark watched as they drove away. When they were no longer in sight he turned to his parents, "It wouldn't make any sense for me to run. We could probably get there at the same time if we just drove the truck."

The ride to the hospital was emotionally agonizing for Clark. Now he regretted not riding in the ambulance where he would at least be there if Alicia miraculously woke up. Halfway through the trip, he actually considered jumping out of the truck and running the rest of the way but thought better of it. It would kind of suspicious if he were to get there before the ambulance did.

Clark was a little surprised to drive up to the hospital at the same time the ambulance got there. He hadn't realized how fast they were going and was just going to comment on it, when he saw Alicia being brought into the emergency entrance of the hospital followed by their new son and daughter.

Ten minutes later, Clark was sitting in the waiting room/area of the hospital, waiting for news about Alicia and their children. His mother was sitting in the chair next to him, seemingly reading a magazine but Clark had noticed that her eyes weren't moving and she hadn't turned the page in the last five minutes. His dad had gone to the store to buy things they would need to raise a pair of children.

Clark was starting to get a little worried. If she had died, they would have already told him, right? Or if she were alive, they would tell him? The not knowing was driving him crazy so he got up and started pacing back and forth to help with the tension he was feeling.

It was as he was making another round of pacing that he noticed a grim-looking doctor walking towards the waiting area. He looked behind him to see if there could possibly be anyone else that he had bad news for. His heart sunk to his feet when he noticed that it was only him and his mother in the room at the moment.

As the doctor moved closer, Clark could also see a slight look of confusion beside the grimness on his face. The doctor looked him straight in the eye and started talking, completely ignoring the older woman standing at Clark's side.

"Mr. Kent, your wife is alive but she is in a coma. We have performed and EKG and an MRI and have not been able to find a cause for this. We are hoping that she will wake up within the next twenty-four hours. Every hour after that that she does not wake lessens her chances of ever doing so.

The fear that clutched at his heart lessened just enough so he could draw a breath. "And our children?" he asked.

The doctor seemed a little relieved to be able to deliver some good news as a small smile appeared on his face, "They are doing extremely well," he said, "but we ask that they stay overnight just for observation. Have you thought of names?"

Clark took on a look like a deer caught in headlights but shook his head no.

"I understand. They are in the nursery if you want to see them," he said before walking away, leaving Clark to stare after him.

Martha looked up at her son to see silent tears coursing down his cheeks. "I'm so sorry, Clark," she said and pulled him into a hug. "We should go home and get some sleep."

Clark immediately stepped back, shaking his head and wiping at the tears. "No. I want to be here if she wakes up. You know how she hates hospitals."

If you desperately need to know now if Alicia dies or not, e-mail me at The babies will be named in the next chapter so if you still have suggestions, PLEASE tell me. Also, the updates will be LESS than a day apart because I cannot wait to get to a certain part I have in mind. R&R please.

(I am so proud! this is my longest chapter ever! Whoopee!)