Hi,
Great piece.
The kryptonite had been altered to slowly eat away at his molecular structure. The hair that he had obtained from him to create the Superman clone had been very useful in providing insight into how his body worked. And he was never expected to escape.
Not good.
Martha hated lying for her son, but covering up his activities had become second nature to her. Actually, she didn't know how those ugly burns had gotten on Clark's hands, but she was sure it wasn't a pretty story.
"I think he was just coming down with this flu when it happened. He must have gotten dizzy or something and fell," Martha said, matter of factly.
"Is he going to be okay? He looks so sick!"
"Just a nasty strain of flu, dear. It just seemed to hit Clark worse than other people."
Martha scurried out of the room, quite pleased to see the concern that Lois was showing for her son. Clark clearly loved Lois – she had highly suspected it the time he had brought her to Smallville. Every time someone brought up her name, there had been a twinkle in his eye and a secret smile on his lips - something she had never seen on her son's face before he had met Lois.
Now this girl was stroking her boy's cheek and holding his hand... Nope! It wouldn't take much!
Martha start talking.
More soon, please.
MAF
