Right now, DJ, I'm not in a very good mood, because I had just written quite a lot of FDK on this part, when everything I had written just disappeared from the little message box when I was adding a ROTFLOL icon. Everything was gone but the icon, which kept rolling at the top of the empty message box like the grin of a Cheshire cat. You'd think Harry Potter had popped in and made my message Disapparate.
So anyway, I was saying... I'm glad you finally told us what is wrong with Clark. Kryptonite in his bloodstream, eh? And Kryptonite in his wound. Yes, that axe that Lex attacked Clark with was obviously coated with Kryptonite. Good thing Dr. Klein is on the case, at least.
I had fun at the conversation between Clark and Jack. How many hints did Jack drop that he knows that Clark is Superman? But Clark refused to
really accept that Jack knew.
And Lois is moving out of Clark's apartment, and they both so wish that she could stay. And both of them thinks that the other one is glad that she is leaving. And neither of them dares to say anything. And both worries about what others would say if she were to stay:
Clark had been raised in a traditional family and he was fairly sure his parents would frown on him asking his girlfriend to live with him
*sigh*
People would think she was sleeping her rent, that's what. And it wasn't that she even cared too much about what other people thought, but she did care what Clark thought.
Clark would think she was sleeping her rent?
And then, when Lois had moved into her own apartment, she had to call Clark at night and wake him up to say good night. And in the morning, Clark had to call her and wake her up to say good morning. No, correction, he had to call her to ask her to come with him to Dr. Klein, even though he didn't say so in so many words. But he was lonely and scared and he really needed Lois to come with him to his doctor's appointment.
And they went to Dr. Klein, and he gave them the fairly bad news, and then he extracted a tissue sample from Clark using a long and thick needle...
(Poor Clark, but I can't help laughing a little. Like Lois said, he's been able to eat like an irresponsible eight-year-old and still have the physique of a Mr. Hardbody. Let him feel for once what it's like to have to watch what you eat!)
“I don't know if you have a place to stay, um nearby, but I would suggest that you rest for the remainder of the day. Don't do anything too strenuous. In fact, it would be better if you took it easy for the next several days.”
“Don't worry, Dr. Klein,” Lois assured him. “I'll make sure of that.”
So you'll need to stay with him now, Lois. Doctor's orders!
Very good chapter, DJ! Come back soon with more!
Ann
