the mound of twisted flesh that marred his perfect skin.
“C-can you t-tell him this is Clark Kent? I—I think he might be looking for me.”
There was no answer on the other line of the phone, but just a crash and a sudden silence as if the phone had been dropped in surprise. Then, a tumult of shouting—wherein Clark recognized the distant and muffled sound of the editor’s loud voice.
“Uh…hello?” Clark tried. There was a fumbling sound on the other side of the line.
“Perry here. Kent, where in Graceland are you?”
Love that!
“Uh...” Going in to work? Facing all the people? Pretending around Lois? Even if his strength was able to hold up that long, he didn’t think his mind could take it. Not yet.
Uh yea, hello???
“ Clark,” the editor began, surprisingly gentle for his usually gruff tone. “It’s your father.” Clark’s heart stopped beating. “He heard news that you were missing and collapsed—severe heart attack, the doctors said. They hurried him here to the Metropolis General, but he’s in a bad way. Your mom’s been staying at your apartment, whenever she leaves his side. I’m surprised she’s not there now.”
Now this has me a little puzzled. Makes me wonder if Martha (and Jonathan for that fact) is MIA. Cause I know would have cleaned up the dirty dishes
great chapter. can't wait for the next. and for the wrath of Lois when she finds out he left!
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