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i have been scanning this site for quite some time, and have decided to give a go at writing a fan-fic. please read and reply, any comments are appreciated. this is just the beginning, we are a long way off from being finished. Smallville: crippled “Bryn, give it up, there’s no where to go. In case you haven’t noticed, we’re over 50ft. off the ground. There’s no way you could survive that kind of fall.” “That may be true Clark. But the question is, would you survive a fall from that height.” Bryn took in a huge breath and exhaled towards Clark. A swirling column of air rushed towards him at over 120 mph. He tried to dodge the blow, but was too slow. The column hit him in the chest as he was knocked backwards and over the edge of the building. The last thing he saw as he fell was Bryn’s sly grin as he plummeted towards the ground. He hit the ground with a striking blow. Such a fall would have killed anyone. Anyone, but Clark that is. He looked upwards through is blurred vision to see Bryn’s look of shock as he slowly rose to his feet. Bryn’s eyes opened wide in horror. “This isn’t over Smallville. I’ll be back; you won’t get away with what you did to my brother. I vow that on my life!” With that said, a small tornado formed on the roof of the building, and Bryn was carried away, into the sky. Clark was on his feet and running after Bryn in moments. He entered hyper-mode, and ran so fast that everything around him became a blur. Bryn headed off into the countryside, Clark was right underneath him now. As he glanced upwards, he failed to notice drops of blood trickling from a gash in his knee, and running down his leg. As Clark ran, he noticed a pain in his right knee. He disregarded the pain right then and focused on keeping up with Bryn. The pain in his knee returned with a vengeance. He cringed, but carried on. He couldn’t let Bryn escape. Bryn knew his secret. He looked up into the sky, Bryn was pulling ahead. Clark pushed his body to the extreme; he could barely make out Bryn’s shape against the cloudy sky. He couldn’t let him get away. By now, they were more than 30 miles outside of Smallville, and getting further with each passing moment. Clark weaved in and out of trees with ease, hurdling over obstacles that blocked his path. All of a sudden, his knee gave out and he fell to the ground. Clark picked himself up off his stomach and rolled over. He had never stumbled before, especially never when he was running. Something was definitely wrong. His knee felt as if it were on fire. He had to get back to the farm. His parents would know what to do. He climbed to his knees, and was overtaken by a wave of nausea. He had never felt this kind of pain before. He crawled over to the nearest tree and used it to steady himself as he climbed to his feet, keeping weight off his right leg. He tested his leg, flexing his knee, pain rippling through his body with every movement. “Well, I have to get home one way or another.” Clark said to himself. It was obvious that he couldn’t run home, he was going to have to walk. He would be out there for quite some time. He leg go of the tree, and took a step on his right leg. The pain overwhelmed him, and he collapsed to the ground once again. “Guess I’m not walking home either.” By now he realized that he couldn’t put any weight on his right leg. Something in that leg was obviously injured. After several minutes of trial and error, he figured out a way to crawl using his good leg and his two hands. The process was strenuous, but it was the only way that he was going to get home. “This will be an adventure.” Jonathan entered the kitchen, where Martha looked up from the table anxiously. "No one in town has seen Clark all afternoon. The last person that saw him was Lana, and that was around 11:00 this morning. I am starting to get worried. Clark is never late. Ever. He would have at least called.” Martha’s gave Jonathan a worried glance. “I think we need to call the police. You’re right, this isn’t like Clark. Something has happened to him. We did the best we could by ourselves, but we need to call the authorities. They can help” “I don’t know if getting the police involved is really a good idea.” “This is our son Jonathan. He’s missing. At this point, I will call the police without your consent if it becomes necessary.” “I guess you’re right, I will call the sheriff. In the meantime, why don’t you call Lana and Chloe? They were out looking all afternoon too. See if they faired any better than we did.” “Ok.” It was completely dark. Clark had fallen so many times he was on the verge of calling it a night. He was hungry, cold, and more tired than he had ever been. He didn’t even have the moonlight or stars to guide him; they were blocked behind the clouds. He looked down at his watch; it read 2:00 A.M. He had been going for over twelve hours, with only three breaks. It was so cold his limbs had long since gone numb. He wondered what his parents were doing; they were probably worried out of their minds. “Ok, time to take a break. Just for a few minutes. Then I’ll get going again. Just a few minutes...” His head slumped to his chest and he fell onto his side. He was asleep before he hit the ground. Clark slowly opened his eyes, immediately regretting it. He squinted against the cloudy sky overhead. He looked down at his watch, 9:00, he had slept 7 hours. “Shoot, definitely didn’t mean to sleep that long. Better get moving. At the rate I’m moving it will take me days to get home. That’s if I can find the way.” He shook his head in despair. He was beginning to doubt that he was going to get home at all. He once again rolled over, and began crawling, in what he hoped was the right direction. “Any word Jonathan? He’s been gone all night. I know something has happened. I can’t just sit here anymore. I’m going out of my mind, knowing Clark is out there somewhere.” “Waiting is really the only thing we can do right now. We’ve contacted the police, they have people out looking, and Lana and Chloe are looking as well. He’s bound to turn up today. How far could he have gotten?” Jonathan was interrupted by a knock at the door. He walked over to the door, and was irritated to see Lex Luthor standing on the porch. He considered not answering, but immediately ruled that option out. Lex had already seen him. He put on the nicest face that he could manage, took a deep breath, and opened the door. “Good Morning Mr. Kent. I just came by to ask you if there was a particular reason you didn’t tell me about Clark missing? Clark has always been one of my closest friends; I at least thought you would have contacted me. I could have had people looking for him last night. Instead, I find out from a policeman at my door this morning at 7:00 when he came by to ask me if I had seen Clark. Any particular reason?” “Look Lex, right now is really not a good time. We have to focus on finding our son. That’s a little bit more important than your complaints at the moment. Now, if you will please excuse us, we have to get back to work. We appreciate you coming by and all, but now is really not a good time.” Jonathan herded Lex out the door and slammed it on his heels “Of all the insults. I will never be able to stand that man.” Lex turned away from the door and headed back towards his silver sports car. He pulled his cell phone out of his pocket, flipping it open and dialing a number. “Hello,” a gruff voice answered from the other end of the line. “Mike, this is Lex Luthor. I have a job for you. One of my closest friends has gone missing, and I am giving you and your team the task of finding him. Cost is of no matter. Just get on it as quickly as you can, and call me back if you find anything.” “Of course sir. We’ll get on it right away. May I ask who exactly we are looking for?” “A young man named Clark Kent. He went missing yesterday afternoon. That’s all I know, just find him and I’ll be satisfied. I want to know the moment you find anything. Got it?” “Yes, sir. My team will get right on it.” There was a click at the other end of the line as he flipped his phone shut and slipped it back into his coat pocket. If anyone could find Clark, it would be the SAS unit that he employed from time to time. The cost was pricy, but it was worth it to find Clark. Clark had saved him on numerous occasions. He turned his car on, gunned the engine, and sped back towards his mansion. It had been almost two days since Clark had gotten stranded in the woods. He had managed to find water in a stream, but had not eaten at all. Thunder clapped overhead. He looked up just as rain began to fall, lightly at first. Then the skies opened and torrents of rain cascaded from the sky. Within moments all of Clark’s clothing was soaked. He didn’t have a jacket and the ground had become even more slippery. Combined with the wind and chilly November weather, all of his limbs were shivering and his teeth were chattering continuously within minutes. The rain blinded him until he could barely make out where he was going. In spite of everything he continued on, determined to make it home. Up ahead, Clark could make out a break in the tree line. Hoping for the best, he expelled what little energy he had left and accelerated his pace. He would make it, he just kept telling himself. He strength was wavering. As he neared, he could make out a road. “Just a little further. I can do it!” He called upon his reserves, until he had broken the tree line. He made it to the side of the road before he collapsed out of exhaustion, his head hitting the cement of the road. He groaned loudly, trying to pick himself up, but collapsing once more. Lex accelerated his car on the country road. He had taken his car out in hopes of ridding his mind of worry for his missing friend. It had been two days, and no one had found any trace of where Clark could have gone. He gunned his car, swinging around the bend in the road. By now, the rain had let up some till it was just a dull drizzle. Up ahead, something was in the road. He squinted trying to make out the shape, to no avail. As he got closer, he slowed down, glancing out his side window. As he realized that the shape was a man, he slammed on the brakes, his silver car skidding to a halt on the slippery road. “Are you ok? Who are you? Hello?” The body faced away from him, looking more like a dead animal than it did a human. He sprinted up to the side of the man and crouched down next to him. As he flipped the body over, he saw the last person in the world he expected to lay before him. “CLARK! Clark, look at me!” He felt Clark’s neck, feeling for a pulse. He was afraid that Clark was dead. He was relieved to feel a pulse, but concern furrowed on his face as he felt how weak it was. He grabbed Clark by the shoulder and shook him lightly. If Clark was injured, he didn’t want to move him any more than necessary. Clark slowly opened his eyes, to meet a concerned Lex bending over him. “Lex....” His eyes began to droop close once again. “Clark, what happened? Clark!” As Clark began to shake uncontrollably from the cold, Lex quickly slipped off his long black jacket and draped it over his fallen friend. “It’ll be ok Clark. Are you hurt?” “So...cold. My knee hurts.” Lex grabbed Clark around the waist and began lifting him to his feet. We have to get you to the hospital. You’re in terrible shape. Try to stand.” “No...Hospitals, I’m fine. Just wanna go home.” “Now I know that you’re not one to go to the hospital Clark, but you need immediate medical attention. I can’t let you slide on this one.” “NO!” Using all of his strength he pushed Lex away as he tried to lead him back to the car. His knee immediately gave way and he collapsed onto the wet concrete. “Clark, you need help. Stay put. This is not going to work.” Clark tried to pick himself up once again. Lex, seeing what he was trying to do, pushed him back down firmly. “No, Clark. I mean it.” Clark continued trying to get up. Lex sighed. “Please. I don’t want you to get any more injured than you already are.” Clark began to struggle, his shivering becoming even more uncontrollable. Left with no options, Lex reverted to placing his knee on Clark’s chest, reaching over for his coat once again and draping it back over Clark. He reached into the coat pocket and pulled his phone out. He flipped it open and dialed 911 as fast as he could. “Hello?” “You have reached your local 911 dispatcher, please state your emergency.” “This is Lex Luthor, I am out on country rd. 12, near the intersection of 12 and B. I have a young man that has been missing for two days. I found him collapsed on the side of the road. He is shaking uncontrollably, isn’t thinking straight, can’t stand up, and is complaining of knee pain. He was unconscious when I got here, but came around. Please send an ambulance, he is becoming combative.” “An ambulance is on the way Mr. Luthor. Please try to keep him calm and keep him lying down. Keep him as still as possible. Help will be there within 15 minutes.” Lex put his phone away and turned his attention back to Clark. “Stay still Clark.” Knowing Clark didn’t want to go to the hospital, he didn’t tell him that an ambulance was on the way, fearing that Clark would start to struggle. He had just stopped trying to get up. Lex thought it was probably from exhaustion, not because he had given up. He reached down and placed his hand on Clark’s forehead, he was cold to the touch. “You’re freezing Clark. Stay here. Don’t move, I’ll be right back.” He quickly rose to his feet, sprinted over to his car, grabbed his spare jacket out of the trunk, and returned to Clark’s side as he began to rise once again. “No you don’t Clark.” He pushed Clark back down on the ground firmly, draping the second coat over him in an attempt to keep him a little bit warmer. “Just rest. Relax.” Lex stayed by his side for another 10 minutes before he could hear the wail of a siren in the distance. Within 2 minutes, the ambulance was racing down the road. It pulled to a stop behind Lex’s car. Two paramedics hopped out, running around to the back and pulling the gurney out of the back. They hurried over to where Clark lay on the road. “What happened?” Lex told him what he had told the 911 dispatcher. “Has he moved at all since you found him?” “Yes, I tried to get him into my car but he pushed me away and collapsed again. He began struggling after that so I held him down.” “We have to get him to the hospital.” “Clark, look up at me.” One of the paramedics peeled back his drooping eyelids, shining a flashlight into his eyes. Clark groaned. The paramedics put a neck brace on him. “Which leg was he complaining about?” “The right one, he was complaining of knee pain.” The paramedics put a brace on Clark’s right leg, and hoisted him onto the stretcher. “He’s really cold, definitely hyperthermia. Grab two blankets out of the back. As Clark realized what was happening, his eyes came into focus and he began to struggle once again. “NO! Leave me alone!” The paramedic struggled to push him down, it took him and Lex to get Clark back down. They began strapping him into place. “NO!” Clark began to struggle even more violently than before as his breathing sped up and he began gasping for air. One of the paramedics reached down into his back, pulling out a syringe. “We’re going to have to sedate him. He’s going to end up hurting himself. We need to calm him down. Clark, look up at me. You need to relax. You are hurting yourself more. Just look up at me.” Clark continued to struggle. Lex nodded to the paramedic who was already finding a vein in Clark’s arm. He pressed the needle through his skin, depressing the plunger. He watched a look of fear wash over his patient’s face as the drug took effect. The stretcher was lifted into the ambulance, the doors slammed shut, and the ambulance raced off, Lex following close behind. Lex looked through the hallway window in on his fallen friend. He pulled out his cell phone, dialing the Kent’s phone number. They had yet to hear that Clark had been found. Jonathan’s train of thought was interrupted as the phone rang loudly. Anxiously, he hopped to his feet and raced over to the phone, snatching it off of its cradle. “Hello?” “Mr. Kent, this is Lex. I found your son. He was lying on the side of the road-“ “Is he Ok?” “He’s in pretty bad shape. I called an ambulance; they took Clark to the hospital. I am here with him now.” “What happened?” “No one’s sure. I found him unconscious on the side of County Road 12. He came around when I shook him. He complained of knee pain, and was shaking uncontrollably. The doctors said he has hyperthermia. They’re trying to get his temperature back up now.” “Thanks Lex, we’ll be right over.” Jonathan hung up, grabbing his coat off the counter and racing upstairs to tell Martha. “Martha, they found Clark. He’s at the hospital. We need to get over there and prevent them from taking blood.” Martha jumped off the bed, racing down the stairs, slipping on her shoes and hopping into the car, Jonathan close behind. They drove to the hospital as quickly as they could. The red truck screeched to a halt outside in the hospital parking lot. Jonathan and Martha jumped out of the car and hurried into the Emergency Room, where they were met by Lex, who led them to Clark’s room. Martha and Jonathan hurried over to the door, grabbing the doorknob and getting ready to open the door, when a doctor approached and stuck his foot in front of the door. “I assume you are Clark’s parents. He’s in critical condition right now; no one is allowed in to see him. I’m sorry, but this is as close as you are going to be able to get for a while. I am Dr. Marks, Clark is in my care.” “How is he?” Jonathan asked in a worried tone. “He had hyperthermia when he came in. We haven’t been able to take a look at his leg yet; we have to get him warmed up. His temperature was 95 degrees we need to get it up to at least 98.6 before we can do anything else. He was also severely fatigued, dehydrated, and practically starving when he was brought in. We started him on some IV’s and he will get plenty to eat later. Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to check on Clark.” He opened the door, walking in, and shutting it quietly behind him. Lex, Jonathan, and Martha crowded around the small window, looking in on Clark. The doctor pulled out his stethoscope, listening to Clark’s heart. He looked at the monitors above Clark’s head and took his temperature. He held the thermometer up to the light, it read 96.7, he was getting better, but had a ways to go yet. He looked down on his sleeping patient, wondering what had caused all of this to happen. He moved the heat lamps closer over Clark, hoping to warm him up some more. He scribbled a few notes on the clipboard at the end of his bed, and headed over to the door. On his way out he adjusted the thermostat to 95 degrees, a 5-degree increase, in hopes of improving Clark’s condition. He took one more worried glance at his patient before exiting the room and heading down the hallway, catching the worried glances of Clark’s parents. Clark slowly opened his eyes. He was aware of bright lights above him, and then of the fact that he was very hot. He looked down at his body. He was drenched in sweat, his body draped in a white sheet. The lights above him blinded him; they were only 2 feet above him. The memories came flooding back, Bryn, the woods, Lex, and the ambulance. His eyes opened wide in horror as he realized where he was, the hospital. The first thought that entered his mind was that he had to get out of there. He slowly became aware of other things around him, he was lying on a hospital bed, various wires were hooked to monitors on his chest, neck, and temples. The last thing he was aware of was that his leg was very stiff. He pulled back the sheet, revealing the fact that his right leg was immobilized by a heavy brace. As he shot upwards, hitting his head on the lamps above him, he became dizzy, collapsing back onto the padded bed. He took a moment to let the dizziness pass before he made another attempt to get up, this time taking care to move the lamps that were lowered over his body before sitting all the way up. He swung his legs over the side of the bed, and slowly put weight on his left foot. He lowered his right foot onto the floor, putting weight on that one as well. Clark screamed as he was overtaken by pain ignited in his leg. He fell as if in slow motion. The door ripped open, “Clark!” A doctor in a long white coat raced over to his side and caught him right before he hit the floor. The IV stand next to his bed clattered to the floor as the tubes connected to his arms went with him to the ground. “Whoa there Clark, lets get you back into bed. You were lying down for a reason.” The doctor gripped Clark by the waist, hoisting him upwards and forcing him to sit back down on the bed. “What exactly were you doing?” “You’re injured Clark, you are here for a reason. Just lie back down, I need to take a few readings.” “Doctor, I’m fine. Right now I need to get home. My parents-“ He was cut off as the doctor pushed him back down onto the bed and inserted a thermometer into his mouth.” “Leave that in. Something is definitely wrong with you Clark. You just saw what happened when you tried to stand. We need to run some tests you’re not going anywhere anytime soon. Just relax. You’re going to be here for at least a few days.” Dr. Marks took the thermometer out of Clark’s mouth, looking at the reading. It read 97.4. “97.4, you’re getting there, but we still have to get your temperature up another eight tenths of a degree. I am gonna have to put the heat lamps back on you, and the blanket. You need to get all the way up to 98.6 and stay there before we can turn down the heat and turn off the heat lamps. We can’t risk a relapse into hyperthermia. Your fatigue and the fact that you haven’t eaten in 2 days doesn’t strengthen your argument either.” “Doctor, I insist upon going home. You can’t force me to stay here.” “Actually, since you are still legally a minor, we can, and if necessary, will make sure that you stay in our care. Just relax, I’ll have some food brought up, and you can see your parents in awhile. They went home, we’ll tell them that you’re up later.” The doctor grabbed a fresh sheet, draping it over Clark, and repositioning the heat lamps overhead. “Just stay put for now. So, for the record, what exactly happened while you were out in the woods? Lex found you on the side of the road, half dead.” While talking to his patient, he took the other readings he needed, blood pressure, pulse, heart rate, and double-checked the monitors. He grabbed Clark’s left arm, making sure the IV’s hadn’t suffered any damage when he had fallen. “I was hiking in the woods when my knee gave out. It felt like my knee was on fire. I collapsed every time I tried to put weight on it. I ended up crawling to the nearest road and collapsing.” “Interesting, I’ll be sure to make a note of that. You’re all set for now, you will probably stay in here for another hour or so, and then you can get something to eat. Don’t get up, I mean it. You’re lucky I was walking by when you decided to get up. Don’t do it again. I really don’t want to put you under restraints, but if it becomes necessary I won’t hesitate. You’re health comes before your personal preference.” He turned and strode out of the room. Clark watched him go. He groaned in frustration. He really didn’t want to be there, and worse more, if they ran enough tests, they would discover what he really was. He dropped his head back onto pillow, closed his eyes, and tried to relax. He needed to figure out what to do. What would his parents want him to do? Probably draw as little attention as possible. And so he waited, as beads of sweat formed and rolled down his body. Clark was jerked back into reality as the door opened and the doctor came in. “Now that wasn’t that bad now was it? Lets take your temperature one more time.” He grabbed the thermometer and took another reading. “98.6, you’re set to go.” He turned off the heat lamps, pushing them back up towards the ceiling. He walked over the wall, adjusting the thermostat down to 85 degrees. The room temperature would be decreased gradually over the next few hours. “I got some food for you, I expect you to eat it all, you need it.” A nurse rolled a cart in with an assortment of food on it. She set it up on the table next to Clark’s bed and flipped it around on its hinges until it faced Clark. The doctor and nurse left, and Clark ate until he felt as if he would burst. There was still about half of the food left. As he pushed the table away, the door opened once again, and his mom and dad walked in. “How are you doing Clark? It’s good to see you up. You gave us quite a scare.” Martha said, walking over to Clark’s bedside and grasping his hand. “I’m fine, really. But there is something wrong with my right leg; it gives out on me every time I try to put weight on it. I’ll tell you all about what happened later. For now, what am I supposed to do? I can’t stay here too long without them discovering what I really am. I need to get out of here.” “We’re working on it. We have made it absolutely clear that they are not to do any blood work, so you should be ok. I’ve been arguing with the doctors ever since they brought you in. We’ll get you out of here as soon as we can. For now, just try to get along with the doctors, and don’t attract any unwanted attention. Please. You need to cooperate if we are going to get you out of here.” Jonathan said. “I’ll do my best. That one doctor worries a little too much. It’s gonna be hard to try to get along with him.” “Well, do the best you can. Hopefully they can figure out what’s wrong with you. If we can get you out of here, we can take you to see a specialist. That will be a little bit more discreet than the hospital. We do need to figure out what’s wrong with your knee. It’s been nice seeing you Clark, and we would love to stay, but Lex, Chloe, Lana, and Pete are all waiting to see you.” “Pete?” “Ya, Pete, he came down from Metropolis when he heard what happened. Remember; just try to get along with the medical staff. We love you Clark. We’ll be back later tonight. You have a lot of tests scheduled for this afternoon. You should be done by this afternoon.” Martha kissed him on the forehead as they turned to leave. As they exited, Lana and Chloe entered. They too rushed over to his bedside, and he went through the same procedure, how was he, how worried they had been, and that they hoped he would get better soon. He patiently answered all of their questions. They pulled up chairs next to his bed. “We brought you these,” Chloe said, producing a vase filled with an assortment of flowers from behind her back, presenting them to Clark. “We hope you get better Clark. The Torch isn’t the same without you, get well soon Clark. I talked to all of your teachers; Lana and I will be able to get all of your schoolwork for you so you don’t fall behind. I researched knee problems last night; there are numerous things that could be wrong with your leg. Some of them are pretty serious. Hopefully the doctors can figure out what’s wrong.” Lana took over from there. “We are all really worried about you Clark. You have never gotten seriously injured before. We hope you get well soon. Just call if you need anything, Chloe and I will do anything we can to help out while you’re here. Just take care Clark, come back to school soon.” She grabbed his hand, grasping it firmly, and then releasing it and She and Chloe turned to leave. They took one more look at him before they exited. Moments later, Pete entered. Clark immediately felt his spirits rise. He hadn’t seen Pete since he had moved. “Hey, man, how’s it going? Looks like you got yourself into trouble without me to look after you. I’m sure that you’ve already been asked the same questions over and over, so we’ll skip over those. Well any ways, first off, have the doctors figured out, ya know, your unique abilities?” “Not yet, my parents are trying to get me out of here as soon as they can. They just told me to stay put for now.” He went on to outline everything that had happened since Pete had left, all the way up to Bryn and the catastrophic events in the woods. “Wow, seems like you’ve kept yourself busy. Metropolis is ok, but it can’t compare to the adventures we had here in Smallville. I miss seeing you around. My mom’s doing well, she said that if I do well for the rest of the year I can come here and stay here with my uncle for the summer. It would be just like old times. Well, get well soon Clark, I have to go, I gotta check into my room by 6:00. I’ll be in town for a few days; we’ll have plenty of time to catch up.” Pete patted Clark on the shoulder and he too left the room. Clark was relieved to see that no one entered as Pete left. He had had non-stop visitors for the last hour and needed a break. He closed his eyes for a moment, reflecting on all that Pete had told him, along with the rest of his visitors. He direly wanted to get home and just return to his normal life. He rubbed his temples; his head was beginning to hurt from all of the excitement. He was once again interrupted as the door opened, and Lex walked in, as always donned in a black suit. A man followed behind, struggling under the weight of a huge vase with over 100 flowers in it. The man quickly strode over the dresser by the wall, setting the flowers next to Chloe’s vase. Lex, as usual had gone all out, his flowers dwarfed the other ones he had received. The man turned on his heels and quickly exited the room. “How are you Clark?” “Fine, really. No one seems to believe that I am ok, but I am. I want to get home as soon as I can. I never got the chance to thank you for helping me. Though I still would have preferred going home.” “You’re welcome, you would have done the same for me. You have saved my life on several occasions. I’ve talked to your doctors, so what have they said about your knee?” “They haven’t really even looked at it yet. From what my parents said, I think that they have me scheduled for a bunch of tests this afternoon.” “Well, hopefully they can figure out what is wrong. In the meantime Clark, if you need anything, and I mean anything, just give me a call. I will do all that I can. I’ve already told the hospital that I will be taking care of the medical bill.” “You don’t have to do that Lex, we can take care of it.” “I insist Clark. It’s the least I could do for a friend. I don’t want to hear any more about it. Well Clark, good luck with your tests this afternoon. Unfortunately I have to get going. I have to meet the board members for a meeting about the plant. I’ll be back tomorrow hopefully. Get well soon.” “Bye, good luck at your meeting, I guess.” Lex looked at Clark one last time and headed out of the room. finally leaving Clark some well deserved moments of peace. The Next Day Clark looked around to see doctors striding down the white washed halls as he was pushed towards the entrance in a wheel chair, his father walking next to him. “You know, I never did understand the purpose of being pushed to the entrance in a wheelchair. I mean, what’s the point of doing so if the patient is fine? It’s not like the extra 30 yards is going to kill them.” Clark said. “Just go along with it Clark and don’t complain. You’re going home, that’s all that matters.” They reached the entrance, the sliding glass doors opening as they neared. They were greeted by the cold fall wind. Just as Clark was about to get up, Lex came into view. As he caught sight of them, he raced over. “What’s going on? There’s no way Clark is ready to be released. It hasn’t even been two days. I’ve been in constant contact with his doctor, they said they didn’t know what was wrong with him.” Jonathan glared at Lex. “The doctors ran several tests, they couldn’t find anything wrong with Clark. He’s been cleared to go home. Now if you could please excuse us Lex, I am going to get my son home.” He grabbed Clark’s arm and gently helped him get to his feet. Clark used his father’s arm to steady himself. He winced as he felt the familiar pain return in his knee. It was definitely still there. He balanced himself on his good leg, and then slowly put weight on his right foot. He let go of his dad; he was surprised that his leg was supporting him. Maybe I really am better. He thought to himself. He took a few wobbly steps before he found his center of balance. Jonathan hurried ahead to open the door to the truck. With new confidence, Clark began to walk regularly, without favoring his right leg. He looked over to catch Lex’s astonished reaction. He smiled at him, and was soon making his way to the car. Three steps later, the pain in his knee returned with vengeance. He struggled to hide the pain, all he wanted was to go home. He winced with each step. Suddenly, his eyes opened wide with horror as his knee gave out on him once more and he hit the ground, his bad knee absorbing the brunt of the fall. Lex and his father were immediately at his side. The orderly who had wheeled him down to the entrance ran into the hospital, and returned moments later with another two orderlies and a doctor. The orderlies had a gurney between them. “Are you ok Clark?” Jonathan asked in a concerned tone. Sparks of pain flew behind Clark’s eyes. “Yes, I’m fine. Just...help me get into the car.” Jonathan began pulling Clark back to his feet, when Lex grabbed his arm and pulled it off Clark. “Your son is obviously not ok. He needs to stay in the hospital.” By now the doctor and the orderlies had reached Clark’s side. They pushed Jonathan and Lex out of their way and began picking Clark up. “Leave me alone! I’m fine!” He tried to shrug off their grips, to no avail. Moments later, he was strapped back to a gurney and being raced back to the ER. Dr. Marks was already there when he got there. “We’re going to have to keep you here until we figure out what’s wrong Clark. There is obviously something very wrong with your knee. For now, we’re going to take you back to your hospital room, and call in our head orthopedic. Hopefully he can figure out what’s wrong so we can treat your injury.” Four Hours Later Jonathan stormed into the hospital room where Dr. Marks was examining one of his other patients. “What the hell do you think you’re doing? I just tried to withdraw my son from the hospital and they told me that under your orders, he was not to be discharged. Clark is my son, if I feel it’s necessary to remove him from the hospital, I expect to be able to. Now, if you could please go down to the main desk and rectify this misunderstanding. Clark is going home with me.” “Mr. Kent, I’m sorry, but your son is in no condition to be discharged. I cannot allow you to take him home. We have our head orthopedic on the case. He is doing his best to figure out what’s wrong. Until he does, Clark needs to stay here.” Dr Marks directed his attention back to his patient. Jonathan moved towards him. “I could care less what you think. My son is going home with me. Tonight. With or without your permission.” He turned on his heel and strode out of the room. Jonathan turned the corner, but instead of heading back towards the entrance, he headed towards Clark’s room. He quietly slipped into the room and went over to his son’s bedside. Clark looked over at him. “Hey dad, what’s happening, am I gonna get to go home tonight?” “Yes Clark, I am going to take you home tonight. With or without that doctor’s permission.” He went over to Clark’s bed and unplugged the tube from the needle in his arm. He moved on to removing the various wires and monitor that were connected to him. Various beeping alarms began to go off. “Come on, we need to get out of here. Now.” Clark quickly sat up and swung his braced leg over the side of the bed. “What about the brace?” “We can worry about that later. Right now we need to get out of here before the doctors realize you’re gone. I know you can’t walk right now, I guess I am going to have to carry you.” He picked Clark up in his arms, his muscles struggling under the heavy weight. He turned towards the door, which he had propped open, and opened it further with his foot. He quickly carried Clark out into the hallway and walked towards the entrance as fast as he could. It was then that Lex turned the corner and began walking towards them. When he caught sight of them, he quickly accelerated his pace; his eyes wide open in alarm. “Of all the times,” Jonathan muttered under his breath. He turned the nearest corner, hoping to lose Lex. There was no way he could explain this one to a Luthor of all people. He tried to accelerate his pace, but was unable to due to Clark’s weight. Lex raced around the corner and in moments was blocking Jonathan’s path. “What do you think you’re doing Jonathan? I am positive that the doctor has not given you permission to take Clark home. Put him down Mr. Kent. Clark needs to get back to his hospital bed.” “I’m sorry Lex, but Clark is coming home with me. I don’t need your permission to do so, or any one else’s for the matter. Now if you could please remove yourself from my path.” “Lex, let us go. My dad’s right. I need to go home.” Clark spoke weakly. All of the movement sent waves of pain through his body. “Clark. Look at you.” For the first time, Lex was able to take a good look at Clark’s condition. What he saw made him worry. Clark’s face was pale and he was barely able to keep his eyes from drooping shut. His head kept bobbing back and forth. and his limbs hung limply at his side. All quarrelling was halted when four men came racing around the corner at a sprint. “CLARK!” It was none other than Dr. Marks, an orderly, and two men from security. They raced over to Clark, Lex, and Mr. Kent. “Help me get him on the ground.” Doctor marks addressed the orderly. They grabbed Clark from Jonathan’s arms and put him gently on the ground. “What the hell do you think you were doing? I specifically told you Clark needed to stay in the hospital. And this is how you go about doing it? Trying to sneak him out of the hospital?” He looked over to the security men. “He’s all yours.” “Jonathan finally understood what was happening. “I’m not going anywhere until Clark is in my car and heading home.” The two security guards looked at him quizzically, one placing his hand on Mr. Kent’s shoulder. He turned around and shoved the guard backwards, sending him hurling him into his partner. The guards quickly scrambled to their feet and grabbed hold of Jonathan, one on each arm. “I said don’t touch me!” He tried to shrug their grips off to no avail as he was led back towards the entrance to the hospital and escorted out. In the meantime, Dr. Marks and the orderly turned their attention back to Clark. Within five minutes, they had him back in his room, re-hooked up to monitors, and given a mild sedative to keep him calm. The Next Day Clark awoke as two orderlies moved busily around him, unhooking monitors, moving his IV bag, and preparing a gurney. “What’s going on?” One of the orderlies looked up at him, realizing he was awake. “You’re being moved to a private facility.” “And that would be where?” “A clinic called Mountain Heights. Owned and operated by Luthor Corp.” How did I know Lex would have a hand in this? Clark thought silently to himself. “Do my parents know I am being moved?” “Yes, they were notified this morning, but were barred from visiting after your father’s reckless behavior this morning.” Just then Clark heard someone yelling out in the hallway. “He’s my son, and I am telling you I do not want my son moved! I won’t allow it! Let me go! I want to go see my son.” With the door open, Clark could hear everything going on out in the hallway. Just then, Jonathan burst into Clark’s room, with two security guards in hot pursuit. They grabbed his arms and began practically dragging him out of the room. It was then that Lex decided to enter the room. “We’ve already been over this Mr. Kent. After your behavior last night, you were deemed unfit to make rational medical decisions concerning Clark. I’ve been to the courts, and until further notice, Clark is under my jurisdiction. Even the doctors agreed, Clark has a better chance for diagnosis and treatment at Mountain Heights. They’ve done everything they could here, and it wasn’t enough. They still don’t know what’s wrong with him. I can help Clark. Trust me on this one.” “Trust a Luthor, I’d rather be dead. I will not see my son in your filthy hands...” The rest was lost as the two security guards wrestled Jonathan out of the room and down the hall. His angry protests fading as he was forcibly taken back towards the entrance. The orderlies went back to work, as Lex turned from the door to Clark. “How are you doing?” “Fine, why am I being moved?” “As I told your dad, they haven’t been able to do anything for you here. My team of orthopedic surgeons at Mountain Heights are much more likely to figure out what’s wrong with your leg. You’re my friend, and sometimes I have to step in on your behalf. Your father’s judgement wasn’t right on this one. Neither was yours for the matter. You need medical treatment Clark. I intend to provide that for you. It’s the least I could do.” The orderlies were finally done, they moved Clark onto the gurney, and he was wheeled towards the emergency entrance, Lex following close behind. They reached the entrance, Clark was loaded into the ambulance, the doors slammed shut, and the ambulance lurched forwards. They arrived at The Mountain Heights Private Clinic fifteen minutes later. Clark was unloaded and wheeled into the clinic where a medical team waited. Over the next half hour, he was settled into a private room, and Lex was allowed in. “Well, this is it. I hope you find it accommodating. I can’t stay long; you are scheduled for a full battery of tests with the orthopedic surgeons. They will take at least a few hours. I will hopefully be back to see you this afternoon. If you need anything, just press the button next to your hand that will alert your nurse. If you need to contact me for any reason, just tell one of the medical staff as well, they will call me. I can at least promise you that the food will be better here.” He chuckled to himself. “When will I be able to see my parents?” “Not for some time, at least until the medical team figures out what is wrong.” “I’ll be honest with you Lex. What you did here was wrong. You went behind my parents’ backs and had me moved here. You took advantage of the situation and I am not happy to be here. I won’t promise that I will cooperate. If you try to take advantage of me in any other way Lex, I promise you that you will pay. Be careful where you tread, you’re on thin ice.” Lex looked at him aghast, he definitely hadn’t seen that one coming. Clark let his head fall back to the pillow as Lex walked out without saying another word. As he walked out, the two orthopedics he had flown in, accomponied by two orderlies, headed towards Clark’s room. He stopped them in the hallway. “I’ve already told you, this patient is very, very important to me. Contact me with any change in status, no matter how small, or if you figure out what’s wrong with him.” Without waiting for a reply he continued on, exiting the clinic, climbing into his Porsche, and driving away. Back in the hospital, the orthopedics had reached Clark’s room, and entered. Both headed over to the end of his bed as he turned his attention to them, flipping off the TV. He hadn’t been able to find anything interesting anyways. “Clark, right?” Clark nodded. “I am Dr. Rosenbaum, and this is Dr. Owens. She and I will be heading up your medical team. Right now, we want to run a few tests and check out your leg to see if we can figure out what’s wrong. We already have your records from the hospital so we can go right into examining your knee, skipping the preliminary tests. Right now, we are going to go get a CT scan to get a good look at your knee joint.” Clark nodded in acknowledgement. “How long do you think I will be here?” “We really don’t know, it could be anywhere from a few days to a few weeks or longer. It depends on what type of injury you have obtained.” Dr. Owens poked her head out into the hallway, motioning for the orderlies to come in. Clark was loaded onto the gurney, and taken down for a CT scan. Afterwards, he was moved once again, this time to a specially equip examination room. He was gently placed onto the table. Dr. Rosenbaum entered. “I will be heading up the examination today, Dr. Owens had to go attend to another patient.” He turned away from Clark and put on a pair of sterile gloves, then turning his attention back to his patient. “Ok, I am going to remove the brace, I want you to remain absolutely still. We don’t to aggravate your knee any further. Using a special tool, he removed the locking mechanisms meant to keep a patient from tampering with the brace, and unstrapped the brace and lifting it out from under Clark’s leg. He slowly began prodding the muscles around the knee, which he noted were tender, and then slowly worked his way towards the joint itself. He continued to prod, until he was directly on top of the kneecap. He pressed the kneecap a little harder. Clark was blinded by pain. He doubled over and sprung upwards. Alarmed, the doctor removed his hands from Clark’s injured knee and put all of his weight on his patient’s shoulders. “Lie down Clark, it’s ok.” Slowly, Clark lay back down, sparks of pain flying behind his eyes and through his head. “Are you ok?” “Yes, but please don’t do that again.” “Ya, I won’t make that mistake again. We’re done for now, I’ll have you taken back to your room.” “Ok,” Clark said in a monotone voice. He had suddenly become very tired and weak. Two orderlies came in and he was taken back to his room and situated back into his bed. Later That Evening Dr. Owens and Dr. Rosenbaum sat in a private room, reviewing their patient’s case. They looked at the CT scan results, and what they had discovered alarmed them, there was something lodged underneath their patient’s kneecap. They were unsure of what it was, but were positive it was causing Clark’s problems. As they looked further, they realized that the cartilage around where the object was lodged was rough, and almost worn down to the bone. “He’s going to need surgery within the next few days to get that removed, whatever it is. We’ll probably take it out in a day or two. There’s no rush.” Dr. Owens addressed Dr. Rosenbaum. “I agree, but in the meantime, we need to look at long term treatment. Clark is going to need a complete cartilage replacement under his right kneecap. What he does have left is beyond salvage.” “Ok-“ She was cut off as an orderly burst into the room, out of breath. “Clark...just come.” They immediately put the test results to the side, rising to their feet and hurrying towards Clark’s room. When they got there, neither of them was prepared for what they saw. Clark was lying on the bed, moaning in pain. His leg was swollen, and the brace had had to be removed. As Dr. Owens neared, she realized the severity of what was going on. Clark’s leg was swollen well out of proportion. You could barely make out where the knee joint was supposed to be. As she prodded the skin around the knee gently, the veins under where she had pressed turned a muddled green. She was definitely worried. Veins were not supposed to turn green. When she removed the pressure, the veins turned back to their normal color. She repeated this many times, getting the same result until Clark screamed out. “STOP! You’re hurting me.” He sobbed, as tears began to roll down his face. The pain was beyond endurance.“Get me 50 mg of prophamine, let’s get him some pain killer. He’s obviously in a lot of agony.” She injected the drug, and watched as it took effect. Clark’s tense body slowly began to go slack. She looked back at her partner with a worried look on her face. “He’s going to need surgery tonight, we can’t hold off for even a little while.” He nodded in agreement. “We’d better contact Lex. He wanted to know of any change in status, and this is certainly one.” Lex was pulled back into reality as his phone rang. He had slowly drifted off into deep thought as the board officials in front of him read him meaningless suggestions. “If you will excuse me for a moment.” He rose from his seat, exiting the room quickly as he pulled the phone out of his pocket and answered. “Hello?” “This is Dr. Rosenbaum. I have news on Clark.” Lex was suddenly alarmed. Anxiously he replied. “What happened? Is Clark ok?” “He’s not doing so great. His leg is really swollen, and we found some sort of fragment under his kneecap from the x-rays. He’s being prepped for surgery right now.” “Do what you need to do. I’m on my way. Keep me updated if anything changes.” He closed his phone, hurrying back into the room. “I’m sorry men, but something has arisen that requires my immediate attention. We’ll have to finish this later.” Without waiting for a reply, he ran out to his car and gunned it over to the clinic where Clark was already in surgery. Lex, along with Mr. and Mrs. Kent rose to their feet as the surgeon approached, removing his mask. He had contacted them as soon as he had gotten the news. They had a right to be there when their son went under the knife. “The surgery went fine, we just finished closing. Clark has been put into a room in the ICU for the night. In the meantime, we were able to remove the fragment. It appears to be some sort of green mineral. We’ve casted his leg for now. He’ll be ok for now, but we have to be thinking long term. That fragment really wrecked havoc on his cartilage. Most of it is shredded, practically to the point where the two bones are rubbing against each other. He’ll need the cartilage removed, and synthetic cartilage put in.” “Good, will be we able to see him?” “I’m afraid not, he’s sedated right now, and we don’t want him to be disturbed.” He should be up for visitors late tomorrow hopefully.” “Doctor, will Clark be back to full health after all of this is done? Will he be able to walk?” “I can’t promise he will get 100% of his mobility back, but he will definitely walk again. It will be a long recovery process. In a week or so, when we replace the cartilage, he will need a long time before he can even put weight on the leg. At least 2 months.” Lex nodded in understanding. “Well, I guess that all we can do now is wait.” He turned to Jonathan and Martha, “You are welcome to stay until tomorrow when your son comes to. I can get a room for you guys in the other side of the building.” “Thank you. It’s generous of you to offer us a room, and we would be glad to have one.” Jonathan looked down at his wife. “Martha, why don’t you go call Lana, Chloe, and Pete. I am sure they will want to know the news.” “Sure honey. I’ll be right back,” she said as he walked away towards the pay phone mounted onto the wall. Jonathan turned back to Lex. “Believe me Lex, what you did was wrong. I will have my son out of here as soon as the courts say he can. I don’t appreciate what you did here, and believe me when I say it, Clark will be going home as soon as physically possible.” He slowly turned away from Lex and began walking towards his wife. He paused for a moment, and looked back at Lex once more. “Don’t think about doing anything without our consent. You may be a Luthor, but you’re not untouchable. My family comes first. If you do anything, and I mean anything to Clark, I will personally make sure that you pay.” He continued walking. |
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| kittsbud | Sat Nov 20, 2004 1:09 pm Post #2 |
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Paranoid Schizophrenic!!!!!
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Oh, poor Clark! What on earth did Bryn do to him that he could get hurt? :o |
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| SVCrystalGreen | Sat Nov 20, 2004 1:17 pm Post #3 |
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Oh! Oh! I just read this!! It's great! Wonderful start!! Please, don't stop! Continue! Continue!
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| Melissa | Sat Nov 20, 2004 1:27 pm Post #4 |
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Great start!! Please continue soon! :D |
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| Whitetiger4 | Sat Nov 20, 2004 1:33 pm Post #5 |
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Smallville Tigress... On the Prowl! *GROWL*
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Yes, we need more. How is Clark's leg hurt and how'd they get a needle thru his skin?? I have a theory, but I don't wanna spoil anything. I could be wrong... That Dr. Marks better watch out tho... he's treading on very thin ice.... |
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| HAD1 | Sat Nov 20, 2004 2:59 pm Post #6 |
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very good start can't wait for more :D |
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| Caitlin1689 | Sat Nov 20, 2004 3:53 pm Post #7 |
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Very, very interesting. I can't wait to read more of this, it's very good! |
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| Whiteflag | Sat Nov 20, 2004 5:08 pm Post #8 |
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Oh, I'm hooked! So this is your first post here! I'm glad you've decided to write a fic! I love this story! Please, you must continue very soon! |
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| ClarkLover23 | Sun Nov 21, 2004 1:22 pm Post #9 |
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please you have got to had more this is so good pleassssssseeeee add more.please add more good but please add more[/bold] :angel: :beg: :slogo: :jet: :kitt: :sun: :rainbow2: :rainbow: :popcorn: :wolf: :yipe: :tiger: :surprise: :slick: :oh: @)~ :cat: :ambulance: :frog: :headache: :dragon: :coffee: :cloud9: :bugeyes: >D :alien: :rofl: :LOL: :confused: :biggrin: ;) |
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| Knight/m | Sun Nov 21, 2004 8:41 pm Post #10 |
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:coolyo: I really got into this fic…more please |
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| iso | Sun Nov 21, 2004 11:55 pm Post #11 |
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more tomorrow. i hope, late night for me, spent 20 hours doing a video proj for english. i'll try to update tomorrow. check back then. thanx iso |
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| Whiteflag | Mon Nov 22, 2004 5:06 am Post #12 |
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Socialite
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We'll definitely will! Thanks!!!! :D |
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| Whitetiger4 | Mon Nov 22, 2004 1:21 pm Post #13 |
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Smallville Tigress... On the Prowl! *GROWL*
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Um it's tomorrow... Hint, hint. Nudge nudge... |
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| iso | Mon Nov 22, 2004 4:25 pm Post #14 |
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ok, i'm here, i promised more fur today, i am writing it right now, check back in an hour or two. thanx isolation |
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| kittsbud | Mon Nov 22, 2004 4:27 pm Post #15 |
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Paranoid Schizophrenic!!!!!
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Cool :D |
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| iso | Mon Nov 22, 2004 4:36 pm Post #16 |
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more added, just posted what I had already done from earlier. for future reference, all updates will be kept at the top with the original post, i think it makes the story go smoother. i marked the new stuff in bold, please read and review, all comments are appreciated. note: to show the updated part, the most recently added section will be underlined, this will show where the new portion picks up for those who choose to continue reading. |
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| Whitetiger4 | Mon Nov 22, 2004 5:36 pm Post #17 |
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Smallville Tigress... On the Prowl! *GROWL*
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Wow this is really good, and I can't wait to read more! Kinda confusing to keep going back to the top post tho... That dr seems kinda shady. I'm still intriged by how they got an iv in him... *ponders* |
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| Melissa | Mon Nov 22, 2004 5:41 pm Post #18 |
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This is really good! I hope you post more soon! |
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| iso | Mon Nov 22, 2004 5:50 pm Post #19 |
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still typing more later, for those who are reading, i made a change in the first few paragraphs. i suggest going back and reading it, it might be important in the upcoming events. |
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| iso | Mon Nov 22, 2004 6:26 pm Post #20 |
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more up |
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