The Kent's pickup screamed down the highway, a handful of unmarked military vehicles hounding after it. The red farm truck didn't slow down, not even when a blinding light flashed in the rearview mirror from, strangely, somewhere above. Sweating, he saw in the rearview mirror that a helicopter had now joined the pursuit. He shifted gears. Let's see how much this baby can do….
Helen was still deep in thought when her watch beeped. It was already 2:10 a.m. She needed to check in with the front desk and see if Jonathan Kent had arrived yet. She had just closed the door behind her when she saw two nurses race into Room 117; Martha Kent's room.
Without thinking she dashed towards the commotion and was greeted by the shrill tone of a flatline. Hurriedly sticking her stethoscope in her ears she checked for Martha's heartbeat.
Years of medical training kicked in and Helen reached for the reserve of calm she kept even as she reached for the panic button beside the door. "Code Blue! Room 117! Code Blue!" she said hurriedly.
The speedometer on Jonathan's truck had been broken for years, so it was impossible to tell how fast he was going. The helicopter above had sited the pickup and concentrated it's searchlight on it, making it entirely impossible to make a clean getaway. Nervously, he glanced at his watch. Almost there…
"Patient is experiencing cardiac emergency! Check for pulse!" the doctor snapped.
"No pulse, doctor! Unresponsive!" the nurse answered.
With practiced precision, Dr. Bryce peeled back Martha's hospital gown as a nurse thoroughly applied two gel pads to the contact points. Within seconds the necessary electrocardiogram leads were attached.
Dr. Bryce verified one last time for a lack of pulse, selected a charge, and placed the defibrillator paddles on the patient's chest. "Clear!" she called.
Martha Kent's body came up off the gurney as a jolt of electricity pounded through her.
Dr. Bryce swore under her breath as she looked at the unchanged heart monitor. Ten percent of the ability to restart the heart was lost with every single minute that her heart stayed in fibrillation. Death would occur in minutes unless they could get the normal heart rhythm restored.
"Clear!" she called again.
Flashing lights; men with guns, pointed right at them. A roadblock! He saw it just in time. For a moment he considered the option of ramming right through it, but almost immediately pushed that thought away. Even if the feat always worked in movies, there were men crouched behind the blockading cars and there was no way he'd put anybody else's life in danger. Besides, this wasn't a movie. The only other option was to surrender.
The old pickup, not used to such treatment, squealed in protest as the breaks were slammed. He swerved to the left and the red pickup skidded to a halt.
Dr. Bryce turned to the heart monitor one last time, only to be greeted with a grim silence. They had lost her.
"Get out of the truck and put your hands up!"
Glancing at his watch, he took a deep breath and opened the door. The confused look on the officer's face was priceless and it took everything in him not to smile.
"Is something wrong officer?" Pete asked, putting on his best confused-face.
Puzzled and clearly angry, the men lowered their guns. "This guy doesn't fit the description!"
In Pete's truck, Jonathan and Clark pulled to a stop in front of the hospital. It had been Pete's idea to swap vehicles and although Jonathan had rejected it at first, he was thoroughly glad for younger man's help. Not a single military vehicle had followed them, which could only mean that their plan had worked and the DCA were chasing Pete in Jonathan's truck at that very moment.
Jonathan hated to drag Pete into danger, but he knew without a shadow of a doubt that Pete Ross was loyal to his best friend and that he would gladly give up his own life to save him, just as Jonathan would.
There was no one about in the parking lot. Good; it would make what they were about to do all the more easier to try to explain. Or, if they were lucky, not have to explain at all.
As soon as the truck came to a halt, Jonathan all but fell out of the cab, tearing off the tarp that covered the space ship in the truck bed.
Clark managed to open the door but he was losing strength by the second. His effort to keep his body upright was slipping and Jonathan had to catch him before he hit the ground.
"Stay with me, son," Jonathan said. Fighting to keep from blacking out, Clark limply grasped onto him. He swayed unsteadily but Jonathan held him upright and hurriedly urged him toward the truck bed. Once they'd reached the ship, Clark dropped the key…or was it pulled out of his hand?
They key bobbed in the air, as if held there by an invisible hand, before turning in midair and coming rest inside the small octagonal shaped depression.
It was then that Clark's legs gave out and he slumped forward. Jonathan felt his son slipping and gripped him tighter. The ship had raised itself into the air, its lights coming on as the key tapped into its internal power source.
Martha Kent wasn't the first patient to pass in Helen's care, but no matter how inevitable or how often, it didn't make it any easier. Death was a fact of life, something that as a doctor, Helen understood very well. She couldn't, however, help but feeling an ache for Martha's family. Mr. Kent hadn't even been here when it happened. And Clark…
Moving with a respectful silence, the nurse drew the gown back up over the deceased woman's shoulders as Helen checked her watch. "Time of death…2:17 a.m."
The light from the ship was growing. Instinctively, Jonathan pulled Clark back and away from the truck. The light grew brighter and brighter until suddenly, it exploded.
Dr. Bryce was almost knocked off her feet when something inexplicable happened. All at once, a brilliant bright light flooded the room, bringing with it an energy so pure it felt as if it were simply condensation in the air. Wind lifted the ends of her hair and rattled papers on the wall. Confused, Helen lifted her arm over her eyes in an attempt to see what was going on but the light was far too bright for her sight to penetrate.
And as suddenly as it had begun, it was over.
When the light disappeared, so did the strange sensation of energy in the air, but the aftermath left her senses tingling. What on earth--? Her thought was disrupted when a new sound filled her ears: the heart monitor, which had only minutes ago gone silent, was beeping steadily again.
Martha Kent began to cough as new air filled her lungs.
"I don't believe it!" one of the nurses exclaimed.
It was impossible!! Impossible…
Helen hurriedly stuck the stethoscope back in her ears and placed it on Martha's chest, only to hear a full, strong heartbeat. She was alive!
I apologize ahead of time that this chapter was not only so short but also so abrupt. My house was broken into over the weekend so I actually wrote this chapter in need of a stress reliever. On the good side, I had a fabulous holiday in Chicago with my husband! Anyway, this is pretty much the end of the story, however, I am going to tag on an epilogue to sum up how everybody recovers from this trying event, including Lana and Chloe. But, with everything going on, I am not sure how long it will take me to do this. Thank you to everyone who reviewed the last chapter for me! Your words encourage me!