[Clark climbs to his feet, rather shakily at first –– being touched like that, holy SHIT, she was not kidding about having a LOT of kryptonite in her system. He knew it was bad, but that was worse than he expected.

He's soaking wet and kind of muddy now, but breathing and being without crippling pain feels so good he can ignore that. As]

Lana, stay–– [shoot, not fast enough.] ... there.

[he looks away, frustrated, and then looks at Bruce]

You alright?

I'll run you to the clinic, and then I'm going to find my––[pause]–– our friends and see if someone can track her down. Someone who won't end up on the ground if they go near her.