The Reconciliation – Chapter 3
"Clark, wake up." Clark bolted out of the chair and saw his father. Looking over at Lex, he could see that the nurse had been in during the night changing out IV bags. "Go home son. I'll sit for a bit. I'm going to wait on the doctor."
"Dad," was all that Clark got out before his father glared at him to leave. Clark gripped Lex's hand once more before he left the room.
Jonathon walked around the bed and thought about how it felt lying in that bed. His family had been so supportive and Lex himself had even shown concern. Even after the ugly Senate battle against the man and everything that he had done to Clark, he couldn't resist paying his dues to Lex. Flipping through the medical file of papers he didn't understand, he thought about his trip to the ICU.
"I've been here. I know what you are going through is much more but I understand. Its eerie how you are in the same exact room I was in – funny, how even all the money in the world couldn't buy you a better place than a Kansas farmer got. But they'll take care of you." Jonathon sat down on the couch across the small room from Lex. Intertwining his fingers, he could picture where Lex was. Jonathon remembered being able to feel touches, hear voices, see ghostly images as if they were floating around the room and yet couldn't wake up to communicate with them when he was unconscious. He got up and gripped the bed railing, trying to read Lex's face. He wondered why Lex couldn't be this calm and quiet all the time. The two might have been able to find some common ground, but Lex never gave him a chance – not after the election.
"You know – you're still a bastard. You investigated my son, tried to buy an election, kept getting my son into business he had no reason to be involved in. Yet here I stand – trying to support you. The night of the election, I should have at least gotten a consolation speech from you, a phone call, something." Jonathon shook the bed rail slightly. "Instead, you threw a bottle at my son and told us all to go to hell. And yet I was there for you then too. I left my own party because my son was worried about you drinking yourself to death. He watched over you for two days and never – not one word of a thank you. I'm here to be the bigger man."
Jonathon sat down in the chair beside Lex's bad and whispered, "I know it's not going to pay you back, but I really appreciate that you bought our farm back. I still have yet to pay you, and yet you've never asked for a penny of it. There are a million things I should hate you for and yet I can't." Jonathon looked over as the heart monitor ticked a notch up. Getting out of the chair, he paced back and forth in the room, realizing he was pulling Lex's trademark of walking with his hands in his coat pocket. Jonathon stopped and mused about the switch of his demeanor.
"There's something strange here that I can't explain. I think I now understand why my son could never completely give up on you. Because hopefully somewhere in there is someone that is not your father." Jonathon sat down in the chair next to the bed and acted as if he shook Lex's hand. "So, what do you say – you think somewhere in that body of yours you kind find a heart to forgive and forget – because I sure as hell am going to try." Jonathon jumped slightly, feeling a slight grip in return. He didn't know whether it had happened consciously or not but decided to take it as a start. He let go of Lex's hand and watched as the temperature meter beeped up a quarter a degree and his oximeter jumped two percent. Flipping on the television, he looked at Lex and turned it to CNBC.
Well, That's it for now...any motivation? Ideas? Thank you in advance.