A/N: Sorry for the shortness!
Part 3/6
The blood is what scared him more than anything. The blood that poured out of his arm, pooling around him, and soaked into his skin. The blood that made him shiver just thinking about it. He could feel it rushing out of him.
Lots of people are squeamish around blood. Clark would never say he had been before. He had seen his fair share of blood, but hardly ever his own. Sure, he had been shot. Yes, he had been stabbed. But, those were the only times that he had ever seen so much of his own blood. Ever.
Now, it was different. The blood just kept coming, and it seemed like it would never end. He was almost glad he couldn't see what was coming out. It would send chills down his spine.
His right arm was extremely numb. He couldn't move or feel his fingers at all. He worked up enough courage to see if he could bend his elbow, and when he did he regretted it. White hot pain surged through his arm. Up through his shoulder, and into his head, leaving a migraine.
During all this, something else was happening. Clark couldn't see the clouds. But, they were rolling in. Dark, massive clouds slowly darkening the day, until they were completely blocking out the sun. You might have thought it was dusk instead of only around noon. The temperature was dropping, and the wind picked up, making Clark shiver.
His legs were especially cold, as they were still in the water. Still in contact with the deadly water. It was draining his energy. He could barely keep his eyes open. Not that it would have mattered anyways.
Clark felt something cold hit his hand. And, again on his chest. Than, once again on his chin. iWhat the he-/i His thoughts were cut off as a heavy rain shower just poured onto him and everything surrounding him. The drops echoed as they hit the lake, making the water choppy.
It was freezing. Any other day he wouldn't have minded having a good shower. It was good for the farm, and it cooled things off. But, now it was different. He knew he would probably get even sicker than he already was.
The rain stung his wound, making it seem on fire. It pounded it, and showed no mercy. It dug into his flesh, and made him cry out in pain. That, combined with the kryptonite draining him of energy, the loss of blood, and the agonizing migraine finally took its toll.
Clark gasped as he could feel something crawl up his throat. He turned his head over to his left, and groaned as his right shoulder was pulled slightly. Before he could think of anything else, he stated heaving. He couldn't stop it. After ten minutes, he had, unfortunately, been reacquainted with his breakfast. He gasped a few times, trying to get his breath back. Exhausted, he fell back to the ground, jostling his shoulder. Tears filled his eyes as he tried not to cry from the pain.
iI want to go home./i He thought. iWhy did I ever think to come here? Why did I have to jump into that lake? Why? Why, why, why/i That single word played through his head for at least an hour. The rain never letting up the entire time. Pounding him. Drenching him. Stinging his shoulder. He finally just let go. Welcoming unconsciousness. He couldn't take the pain anymore. It was too much.