Author's Note: No, I haven't forgotten about this story. You'll see me pop up with a Smallville fic every now and then. :) This takes place after Reckoning.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
Clark seriously hated the hospital.
He had spent too much time in his young life there. The people he knew and loved kept ending up there, and sometimes they didn't come back out.
His heart hurt. The emotions he was feeling actually physically hurt, and there was nothing that he could do to stop it. This just felt so unfair, and there was absolutely nothing that he could do about it.
But Clark pushed those thoughts away. He had to be there and be strong for his mother. Martha Kent was the strongest person he knew, but she had lost the love of her life. She would never truly recover from that. Yes, with time, she would heal. But that pain would always be there in some form.
So Clark couldn't wallow in the dark pain that was threatening to overcome him. He knew that his father wouldn't want that. Standing up from the cold, hard plastic chair that he had been waiting in, Clark began to walk down the hospital hallway.
He didn't really know where he had been going, but he suddenly found himself in front of Lois's room. Despite her vehement protests, the doctors had decided to keep her for the night. Lois hated hospitals almost as much as he did.
He stared at the door to her room for a lengthy moment. Visiting hours were long over, but Clark didn't care. He pushed the door to her room open and quietly stepped in, unsure if she was asleep or not.
He hadn't had a need to be so quiet. Lois was wide awake and staring up at the ceiling. Her head turned towards him when he entered. The sadness in her eyes must of have matched his, he was sure of it.
"Hey," Clark said softly. "How are you feeling?"
"I feel like I should be asking you that question instead," Lois said in the same tone of voice.
Clark shrugged his shoulders. "I'm not the one lying in the hospital bed."
Lois scowled. "Not by choice," she grumbled.
For the first time all night, Clark cracked the tiniest, barely-there smile. It figured that Lois would somehow be the one to make it appear. She was always like that.
"You know that they're doing it just to make sure that you're okay," Clark told her. "And that's kind of important right now."
Lois's face softened. She had suffered through a loss like this before, so she understood some of what Clark was feeling. And the emotions were still so incredibly raw. She watched him for several long moments with concerned eyes.
"Clark," she began gently. "Really. How are you?"
"I could have done something to stop it," Clark blurted. He had no control over the way the words had suddenly spilled from his mouth. That seemed to happen a lot around Lois. She always had a way of making him talk.
Lois shook her head, her eyes shining suspiciously. Her heart was breaking at how Clark somehow thought this was his fault. She didn't want him to feel that way. "Clark, there was nothing you could have done," she said. "It was tragic and unfair, but there was nothing that you could have done to stop it."
Clark shook his head slightly and was ashamed to feel tears burning in his eyes. Lois didn't know the whole truth about what had happened that night, and Clark didn't know if she ever would. But he had known his options, and he had to deal with the consequences now. Clark wasn't sure that this feeling of guilt would ever go away.
"Stop that," Lois said firmly. "Don't do this to yourself."
Clark grit his jaw and looked away from the young woman in the hospital bed. The absolute last thing he wanted to do was break down. At this point, the loss seemed surreal—it hadn't completely sunk in yet. Clark half expected his father to walk into the room. But it hurt more than anything to know that it was never going to happen again.
"Hey." Lois's soft voice and the emotion hidden in it caused Clark to turn his head towards her once again. She scooted over on the bed and made as much room as she possibly could. Then, to Clark's surprise, she patted the spot next to her and said, "Come over here."
Clark stared at the empty spot and then looked back at Lois. She didn't back down at all; instead, she just continued to give him an expectant look. He rubbed at his eyes, but the feeling of those burning tears just wasn't going away. And the more he stood there, the more the spot next to Lois became appealing.
So Clark shed his suit jacket (he hadn't bothered to change) and slowly walked towards the hospital bed until he was able to climb in next to Lois. To his surprise, it wasn't awkward to settle next to her, their sides pressed together. It was almost… natural.
Both Clark and Lois stared up at the ceiling and laid there in complete silence. Clark didn't know how much time had passed, but he eventually felt Lois slide her hand down to cover his. Without looking at her, he laced their fingers together and squeezed.
Author's Note: The next one will be happy, I promise. :) Thanks for reading!