Hemorrhaging for Love
PG-13
Complete
Spoilers: Up to Season 6
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A/N: This is a sequel to Bleeding for Love, the continuation of the Chlex plan to stop Lex's wedding to Lana. You'll need to read that one first. http://forums.naughty-seduction.net/...077#post222077
Hemorrhaging for Love
The giant marshmallow wedding dress was even more ridiculous in the drab hospital, ceiling lights causing the princess white shade to look dingy and wrinkled. Her short little arms crossed over her chest and angry expression made her look like a jilted T-Rex. Chloe had never been so willing and docile during a hospital stay – for once the joke was hers on someone else.
Lana Lang looked closely at her fiance through glass plastered with various biohazard seals, her face amusingly showing between two large quarantine stickers. Lex Luthor did his best to look both contrite and nervous but he was certainly the happiest patient of Smallville Medical Center's Infectious Disease Unit. He was paying roughly the price of a five-star presidential suite in Metropolis to enjoy thin sheets, tepid showers, observation windows, 24-hour nursing staff and all the scratchy poly-blend cotton gowns and scrubs he could want.
It must be the company, he mused.
He looked over to the second bed in the room, where Chloe Sullivan was giving her deathly ill impression. For once bad hospital lighting was in their favour, because it made her look sallow and slightly jaundiced. The fake blood had been washed from her face and she was bored out of her mind, but that had given her more time and impetus to perfect her limp appearance. She was currently playing the role she had dubbed 'drifting in and out of consciousness Chloe.' There was also 'bravely fighting for life Chloe,' who was more awake but gravely ill. 'Goodbye cruel world Chloe' was her final words, painstakingly scripted and accompanied by loving smiles and philosophical pauses. She didn't intend to fake her death but she believed in being thorough.
He returned his attention to Lana before she caught the adoration he felt for the blond showing on his face. He'd allowed Chloe to put blush on him to replicate a fevered flush and he didn't want to waste it.
“Viral hemorrhagic fever,” she lisped, her face upturned in frustration. “I can't believe Chloe would do this to me!”
Lex's eyes widened and he nearly laughed. He knew his fiance was not a generous, broad-minded soul, but he expected a little more in the way of concern. Here he was, perhaps dying in the effort to save her friend's life, and subjected to whining.
“Chloe couldn't have known when she took an interview that the man's coughing was a symptom of anything other than a cold,” he defended. “She certainly didn't mean to spread it to everyone she's seen in the past week. Look at her, she's suffering. She might die.”
He enjoyed seeing just how miserly Lana's compassion really was. The blond reporter let out a stream of lung-rattling coughs and he glanced over and wondered if she held her breath to go red in the face. She had decided to increase her acting to 'fighting bravely for life Chloe.'
“Should I get a doctor,” he dramatized with her. “Are your lungs still hurting?”
He stood next to her bed and she reached out for his hand. “Don't bother him. He needs to run the tests to find out what I have. Even if it's too late for me I want you to be saved.”
Lana's scoff through the window sounded far off, and Lex turned back to her.
“Sweetheart, I think Chloe does need the doctor in here and I want to stay next to her in case she needs the oxygen mask. Today was supposed to be your wedding day and you shouldn't have to spend it in an uncomfortable waiting room,” he said emotionally. “Why don't you go home where you'll be comfortable?”
Her responding pout nearly cracked the glass and he shot a harsh look as Chloe turned a snicker into another dramatic cough. He crammed the oxygen mask over her face before her smirk ruined his vacation from Lana. Breaking off the engagement was going to be messy and loud – he needed to rest up first.
Chloe frantically punched the call button and continued making noises that sounded pretty close to actual peril. He held both her hands as the nurses rushed in. They were rather good actresses themselves, or maybe they forgot periodically that they were just pretending. The doctor arrived, whipping the stethoscope down from his neck and tugging the neck of Chloe's hospital gown down to listen.
“Could you close the curtains,” Chloe choked out.
Lana disappeared as the nurse drew pastel striped curtains over the window. Lex chuckled and pulled his girlfriend's hospital gown back up, tying it behind her neck. “Thanks. In about half an hour I'll have you leave and tell Ms. Lang you had to sedate Chloe for the rest of the day to help her breathing. Tell her you've done the same for me as a precaution while you do more tests and urge her to go home and sleep because we won't know anything more until tomorrow.”
He sat on the edge of Chloe's bed as she removed her oxygen mask.
“I have more fake blood,” she volunteered. “I think at least one of you should leave with some blood stains.”
One of the nurses reached for a capsule. “I'm off shift in an hour. You can dump it on me and make it look really gruesome,” she grinned.
Lana apparently had been making as many friends in the nursing staff as she had in the staff at the castle. When the doctor and both nurses left, one with blood-stains wetting her entire front, Lex climbed in bed with his savior.
“Things would be so much easier if you could man up and dump Lana a month before the wedding instead of the day,” she supplied dryly. “Now I've made myself hoarse trying to keep up your cover story.”
He shook his head against the pillow. “But you said you liked the thrills, darling. I was just making it as exciting as possible.”
She inched away and reached for her cup of water on the bedside table. Lex helpfully untied her hospital gown and she looked over her shoulder scathingly.
“You realize with all the Lana groping you're damaged goods now?”
He kissed her neck. “But I'm still so pretty and talented and you can help me figure out my big dumping speech. I'll say one superfluously mean thing, just for you.”
Chloe suddenly became cuddly and affectionate.
“Any mean thing?”
She'd done the right thing in saving him, even if it took him until midnight the night before his doom to wise up. There was always time to teach him normal person logic and beat the obsessive rich guy logic out of him. It was just too bad they couldn't light candles without setting off the hospital's smoke detectors.
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Originally Posted by westwingwolf
Oh, the things Chloe will do for love. Or is it hate of Lana?
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