Please help me get him out of here!

Lana finally gets the seatbelt off and starts to pull Clark out through the window. There is a bruise above his left eye and a large cut across his cheek. She pulls him about 30 feet from the car before the gas tank explodes. Lana catches her breath for a few seconds before turning her attention back to Clark. Clark begins to regain consciousness.

"Lana?" He whispers.

"I'm here, Clark." She tells him.

"What happened?" Clark asks, trying to sit up.

"Those rocks came through the windshield and you went off the road. I barely got you out before the car exploded." Lana reminds him. Clark starts remembering the kryptonite and hitting the tree trunk. "We need to get you to a hospital. There is a truck right over there." Lana points to a pickup truck parked in a field.

"No hospital. Please Lana." Clark begs her.

"Fine." She agrees, knowing how stubborn he can be. "But at least let me get you home, and I can take care of you there."

"Ok, I think I can walk." Clark says and tries to get up, but ends up falling back down.

What is happening? Why can't I get my strength back?

What Clark can't see, are the tiny shards of glass and kryptonite in his shirt.

"Don't push it, Clark. I can help." She says and helps him to his feet. Clark is too heavy for her to lift herself, but he can lean on her. They walk slowly over to the truck. Thankfully, the keys are still in it. Lana feels bad for taking the truck, but she can return it tomorrow. Hopefully the farmer will understand since it was for the good.

"Are you sure you're ok?" Clark asks her once in the truck.

"I'm fine. Just a few scrapes of bruises. The car landed more on the driver's side, than mine."

"If this is the way it's always going to feel, I can't wait until I get in my first rollover at 150 miles per hour." Clark says sarcastically.

Lana smiles. "Well, hopefully that won't happen."

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They get to the farm and Lana parks the truck as close to the house as she can. Clark leans on her as she helps him into the house. She helps him down to the couch and kneels down next to him.

"Where does your mom keep…" She starts before Clark interrupts her.

"In the closet in the hallway. Is the first aid kit." Clark tells her.

Lana hurries off to the closet and comes back with a metal container. She sets it down on the table in front of the couch and opens it up. She takes out a piece of gauze and a bottle of something to make sure the cut doesn't get infected.

"This is going to sting." Lana informs him, about to press the gauze to his cheek.

How bad can it be.

Lana presses the gauze to his cheek and Clark jumps, causing Lana to giggle.

"What, Clark? Hasn't your mom ever done this before?" She asks.

"Well, yeah. You always know it's going to sting, but you never can prepare for it." Clark lies. He hates to lie to her, but now isn't the best time to reveal his secret. Especially when his powers are still gone. Clark looks in to her eyes as she cleans his cut, seeing nothing but care and concern.

"Clark, stop." She giggles. "You're going to make me lose my concentration."

"You need concentration to do this?" Clark asks.

"Well, I don't want to hurt you." She tells him.

It's now or never. Clark thinks. He doesn't know why he's so nervous to say it.

"Lana… I love you." Clark tells her.

Lana smiles. "I know, Clark."

"Good. I just don't want you to forget it." Clark says.

"I will never forget that." Lana smiles and gives him a kiss. Clark tries to get a little more passionate, but she stops him. "You need to rest." She tells him.

"Ok. First, would you call my parents?" Clark asks her.

"Sure." Lana says and pulls her cell phone from her pocket.

"My mom's cell phone number is on the counter." Clark tells her.

Lana walks in to the kitchen and finds the number scribbled on a piece of paper. Clark's sloppy handwriting. She dials the number and waits for it to ring.

"Hello?" Martha answers.

"Mrs. Kent, its Lana." Lana greets her.

"Lana? Is everything ok?" Martha asks, concerned.

"It's Clark. We were involved in an accident on our way home. Clark hit a tree and rolled the car over."

"Are you both ok?" Martha asks.

"Yeah. We both have a few scrapes and bruises, but were ok. Clark has a large cut on his cheek, but I have it taken care of."

"Clark has a cut?" She asks, surprised.

"Yeah, but I cleaned it and bandaged it." Lana tells her, surprised at her reaction.

"Lana, what happened? To make Clark hit that tree?" Martha asks.

"We were behind a gravel truck and a few rocks crashed through the windshield. They were meteor rocks, actually."

"Oh, ok. We'll get on our way, it's going to take us a few hours though." Martha tells her.

"No, you don't have to come home. I know Clark doesn't wants to ruin your anniversary." Lana tells her.

"Ok. Can you stay with him and make sure he's ok?" Martha asks her.

"Of course. I couldn't leave now…" Lana says.

"Thank you, Lana. I know we didn't want you to stay over, but under the circumstances, we're really glad your there."

"Sure, it's no problem. Enjoy yourselves, don't worry about Clark."

"Ok, we'll be home tomorrow night. Bye, Lana." Martha tells Lana.

"Bye." Lana says and hangs up.

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A/N: I know that was a boring chapter, the next one will be better.

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