Eirene

It seems easier just to nod, and fight back the upsurge of nausea, then argue with him. Maybe he's right and she will pull through. This is something to laugh about down the road over a latte and hot cocoa. 'Remember that time I almost died? Yeah, taken out by a Cadillac. Would've looked great on my tombstone.'

Except her heartbeat is still slowing down, and there is a numbness creeping up her legs to mingle with the pain. Internal bleeding. Probably.

"Clark?"