Lois used her, or rather her fake, credit card to check into the nearest hotel, which happened to be an opulent resort.
It was the softest bed she's ever slept in, the most luxurious cotton that had ever touched her skin, and a gorgeously designed room hit her eyes upon waking even more beautiful in the daylight than it had been in last night's artificial light, and yet, it was one of the most miserable nights she had ever passed in her life.
And all she could think despite being surrounded by all this lavishness was it was just another morning in hell.
She had no plan. No people left to try to get to believe her and no earthly idea how to get her life back. And she could only imagine how Lana must be taking advantage of it all, unwitting though she might be. That left her with nothing but anger welling up inside. Frustrated with the whole situation, her fist went through the wall.
It was a perfectly executed punch. Her first two big knuckles made contact like they should, but she had expected to hit through drywall, not break into a solid brick wall.
She could hear and feel the pop as her fist made contact. Not only did it hurt like the dickens, but it looked like it was swelling, and it was hard to move her hand. She was going to have to get it looked at. Hopefully, it would be an easy fix.
"Who builds a wall over brick?" she asked out loud to no one but herself.
A glimpse of herself in the mirror as she walked toward the door reminded her she hadn't changed her clothing for two days now. She didn't want to run all the way back to Metropolis or chance running into Oliver.
She'd noticed a gift shop downstairs, so she tried her luck there. The only piece of clothing they had was an "I love Kansas" t-shirt. Tacky for such a ritzy place, she thought, but it would have to do she supposed until she had time to run by an actual clothing store.
She registered in the emergency room. She didn't like the smug look the lady at the desk gave her as if she remembered her and had expected to see her back here sooner or later.
Lois took a seat, noticing with a small groan how crowded the room was, but that was Smallville service for you as slow as their driving though she admitted they did see more than their fair share of injuries.
An hour passed and no one had called her back. At least if she was going to be stuck here a million years, she could drink some coffee while she waited. Maybe it would lift her spirits though she knew such a miracle drink didn't exist.
As she made her way down the hall, trying to remember where they kept the dark brew that passed for coffee, she heard his voice coming from one of the rooms, and she stopped. Unable to resist her curiosity as much a part of her was screaming not to look, she peaked through the slightly open door.
Lana lay on the exam table with Clark sitting beside her in a chair. He was holding her hand as the sonographer showed them the screen.
There was a real-life baby on the monitor. It made this whole nightmare so much more real, especially the fact that Lana truly was pregnant.
This was killing her inside. She turned away with tears blurring her vision. Her heart hurt a lot more than her hand. She returned to the emergency room, coffee forgotten.
She didn't know how long she waited after that. Maybe another hour. She didn't even hear when they finally did call her. They had to repeat her name two or three times.
The doctor felt around her hand, asking her where it hurt. Then he called for an x-ray. More waiting around after the x-ray. Then he finally entered the tiny exam room with the results. He poked around entering data on his laptop until her patience snapped.
"Look, I'm tired, and my head hurts. My back hurts. Obviously my hand hurts. And I wouldn't normally tell a man this, but you are a doctor, even my breasts hurt. Could you get on with it, please?"
"Your knuckles are fractured, but I think you can get away without a cast. I'll just tape your pointer finger and middle finger up and then you can be on your way."
"Good. I haven't exactly been feeling hungry lately, but all of a sudden, I could really go for some fruit, so if you could hurry this along."
"Hmm," was all he said as he bound her first two fingers.
But he didn't move out of her way immediately, so she could hop off the table. "A woman in your condition needs to be more careful."
"What do you mean a woman in my condition?" She wasn't that old. If he was about to imply that she was, she might just break the knuckles of her other hand on his face. She was in that kind of a mood.
"A pregnant woman."