walks up to everybody waves like and idiot Hi!
Update! Yeah! dances around Uh hem. There is TC in this. Lots. ;) :D
Even tho it is short….
runs away leaving you update
comes back also, I had added chapter two to the last one, so go back and read that, k?
Chapter 3
After Clark had figured out how they would all fit in the truck (The girl was lying in the passenger seat, Clark squeezed into the small middle seat, and Jonathan driving), they started on their way to the hospital. Clark kept glancing at their "guest", but there was no change whatsoever. They passed field after field, until they starting seeing houses scattered around. They weren't far from town. Maybe ten minutes, at the most, away from the medical center.
Clark went over the past hour quite a few times, trying to see if there was anything he could gain from it. But, no information could be found, other than what he had learned when he actually experienced it the first time.
His father had turned the radio on to a country station, and one of his favorites was playing. Clark couldn't remember, but he thought the name was "Good ol' boys". He didn't care. He preferred Remy Zero. Something about their song "Save Me" just fit him.
He looked over at the girl, and there wasn't any change really. The bump on her head didn't seem so bad anymore, but other than that, she was exactly the same.
A light buzzing filled his ears, and at first he thought it was a mosquito or something floating around his ear. But, the buzzing was growing louder, and before he knew it a high-pitched ringing sound was filling his head, until it felt like it was about to explode.
"GAH!" Clark screamed, hunching over, and grabbing his head. His breathing was rapid, and uneven, and the ringing didn't seem like it was going to let up.
Jonathan had been trying to ask him what was wrong, but Clark never heard him. The noise was too loud, and Jon had just made a U-turn, heading back towards the farm. He couldn't possibly go within five miles of a hospital with Clark in this condition.
"Clark! Clark, answer me. What is wrong?"
But, he didn't. He couldn't. He could barely control his breathing, let alone talking. That is if he had even heard his father. His head pulsated, and if it was even possible, the sound was getting louder and louder. His head felt like it was hit by a truck made of Kryptonite. His eyes were squeezed shut, as a massive migraine kicked in. And, as if that wasn't enough, his whole body started to ache. Beads of sweat were forming along his hairline, making his hair stick to his forehead. He let out a gasp as the sound suddenly ceased. Only to bring along a wave of vertigo. His head swam, and he felt like he was going to pass out. The strange ringing may have disappeared, but he still had the aching feeling, and migraine. With the vertigo, he honestly didn't know if he could stay conscious much longer.
The pain in his head was gradually starting to travel down his body, and his chest was the current victim at this point. A sharp pain was in the center of his chest, and was expanding it's area of attack. It left him gasping for breath as it continued it's journey through his body.
He could tell the truck had stopped. He felt the truck vibrate as a door was slammed.
He heard voices, but couldn't tell what they said. The last thing he remembered before he blacked out, was his mother yelling his name.
Than there was nothing.