Chapter Six
The hospital buzzed with activity as the frantic doctors frantically tried to find someone with the blood type to match that of Jonathan Kent's. It was surprising that out of how many people were here, even in the town, that not one person had a pure blood “O”. The other excitement was why Nathan, Jonathan's doctor, wouldn't donate himself.

Nathan argued his case with Sheriff Adams. She was pretty upset that Nathan had filed a report when he had then blood himself.

“Dr. Jerry, I do not understand why you would file a blood report and create this excitement when you could have just donated the blood yourself,” Sheriff Adams said, stand with one hand on her holster and the other tucked behind her jacket.

“Sheriff, with all due respect, I am a doctor, I can't take the time to donate blood! Much less have this idle chit chat!” Nathan shot back. He was trying to remain patient and keep his temper under control. His temper would just lead to more problems.

“You are a doctor Dr. Jerry, your job is your civic duty towards your patients. If you don't give me a reasonable answer, we are going to have to investigate,” the sheriff said, becoming sterner and stone faced than before. She set her jaw and stared crookedly into the taller eyes of Nathan Jerry.

Nathan became nervous and he glanced around the room for some way out of it. He stopped looking and glanced back down at the Sheriff. Was he actually going to tell her the truth? Then an idea popped into his head. Half-truth wouldn't hurt, would it? “Sheriff, I find it difficult to give blood to the patient I'm working on. Call it superstition call it precaution, call it whatever you want. It's just something I've always done.”

The sheriff soaked it in, but it didn't satisfy her taste. “I understand, but there's no one else here.” She looked around with her arms out, showing that no one could match his patient's blood type. “I suggest you prepare yourself…”

“Dr. Nathan?” a voice from behind them said. Nathan turned around and Sheriff Adams took the spot at his side, staring intently on the young man who had summoned him. “We found someone with the blood type, we are just waiting for your okay.” He nodded respectfully and then turned back down the hall, walking back towards the sampling room.

Nathan looked back at Sheriff Adams. The sheriff picked up her transmitter and grumbled, “You're a lucky one, Nathan. I'm not done with you yet though.”

Nathan nodded and walked after the intern towards the sampling room. I wouldn't expect anything less he mumbled to himself. No one told him it was going to be this hard. He hurried into the room, surprised to see three young girls present. One was sitting on the bed with a towel around her arm, the other two were standing around talking under their breath.

“Doctor, this is Lois Lane . She came in and said she was type “O”. Results verify that she is, so the rest is up to you,” the intern said with a smile. He handed his clipboard over to Nathan and nodded towards the girls, then exited.

“ Lois Lane , hmm? Alright Lois, have you had any type of alcoholic drink within the last 48 hours?”

“No sir,” Lois said timidly.

“Are you currently on any heart, intestine or otherwise influencing medication?”

“No sir.”

“Have you been hospitalized within the last six months?”

Lois hesitated, “No sir.”

“Was that a thinking hesitation or a lying hesitation?”

“A thinking one, sir.”

Nathan nodded, “Well, Lois, I have no reason not to do this. Do you have any reason to withhold from supplying my patient with blood?”

Lois hesitated again and glanced back at Chloe, who was standing next to Lana by the window. Chloe gave her a look and Lois quickly looked away. “No, doctor.”

“Well then,” Nathan said with a smile, “let's get started. Can I have you lay back against the head rest? You're going to need to be still for several minutes. If you move it will hurt like hell.” He bent down and pulled a blood pack from the bottom drawer, and from the cupboard he took a fresh, sterilized needle.

As he began to get everything hooked up, Chloe walked to Lois's side and looked up at Dr. Nathan. “Doctor, can we ask who the patient is?”

Nathan smiled, “Young lady I'm afraid that's confidential.” He looked back down at the pack he was hooking up.

“Doctor, I am doing a story on the rain phenomenon and it would be nice to know what's going on with the different patients from the storm. Is the patient from the Garrick family?” Chloe asked, still pursuing information.

Lana rushed over and tugged at Chloe's arm, “Chloe…”

Sighing, Nathan shook his head, “No, it's alright. The patient's name is Jonathan Kent, he was admitted with his son, Clark. If you know the woman, I know she could be using some moral support right about now.”

A loud gasp emitted from their mouths and Nathan was taken aback at the level of shock they displayed. Lois looked back and forth between them frantically, “Chloe…Lana…you aren't going to leave me alone here are you?”

“We'll be right back Lois,” Lana said, barely audible. She grabbed Chloe's hand and they raced out. Chloe looked apologetically at Lois and then followed Lana with her eyes so she wouldn't take off her head on the way.

Lois looked up at Nathan in terror, but the man smiled at her. “Don't worry about it, you're practically a grown woman. Haven't you ever done this before?”

Lois shook her head, “No, I haven't.”