Arriving at the hospital they rushed in to the front desk. "Which room is Lionel Luthor in?" Vivian asked. "He's in surgery." The nurse replied. "Have you seen his son Lex?" Clark asked. "He's in the waiting room; down the hall fourth door on your left." The nurse answered pointing down the hall. Vivian and Clark jogged down to the waiting room. Rushing in they found Lex pacing the floor. "Lex." Vivian said with concern. He pulled her into his arms and hugged her. "What happened? Did they tell you anything?" Clark asked. Lex let Vivian go and sat down. Clark sat across from him as Vivian took a seat beside him. "They say that someone cut a muscle in his neck immobilizing him. They tell me they can repair it but he probably won't remember anything from the attack so we won't know who did this." Lex said. "Why won't he remember?" Vivian asked. "He lost too much blood to his brain." Lex said. "Lionel will be okay." Vivian said rubbing her hand up and down his arm. Clark nodded as Lex sighed.
"There's no use in us all just sitting here." Lex said getting up. Just then the door opened and a doctor walked in. "He's out of surgery. You can see him." He said. Lex nodded and they all followed him to Lionel's room. He looked helpless in the hospital bed. Clark wasn't sure if he'd ever seen Lionel in this position. He was a man of power who never showed weakness or emotion. Not even to his only son. Lex walked over to his father and looked him over. "We're going to go Lex." Vivian said softly. Lex nodded. Vivian took Clark by the arm and they walked out of the hospital. "It's weird seeing Lionel like that." Clark said. "What, helpless?" she asked. He nodded as he got into the car. "He'll be back on his feet in no time. The memory of what happened though will never leave him." She said. Clark looked at her with confusion. "Men like Lionel like to think that they are always in control. When things like this happen they weigh on them pretty bad. They hate losing that power." She said. Clark nodded. "Lex is like that." He said as they pulled away. "Not as much as people think." She replied. "He knows that he can't control everything in his life." She said. "Like what?" Clark asked. "Like his father." She smirked. Clark nodded and stared out the window as Vivian drove him home.
