Author's Note: Okay, I don't own any of The X-Files characters, they came from the dpths of Chris Carter's mind, although I do own Ben. So, no that you know that I'm not trying to steal Chris Carter's glory, read the story and maybe you'll even like it.
"Sir, are you familiar with the term Ketoacidosis?" The doctor asked, not a good question to pose to the man in front of him. The man's eyes were swollen from lack of sleep and from the occasional tear that spilled out when he was given the look that read "no hope." He's seen it too many times.
"God, I've already had this talk! Of course I know what Ketoacidosis is, my wife died from Ketoacidosis, right in front of my eyes. Wait, wait, are you, no, we've had him tested! We've had him tested every goddamn year! He can't, no, he, can't."
"I'm sorry Mr. Mulder." The doctor walked away from the man, whose eyes filled with tears as he sunk down to the floor, not knowing who was watching, not knowing who's mind was making all of the connection, who knew why they said he lived at the hospital these days, it wasn't just because of Dana anymore.
As the doctor walked away the man looked into through the hospital room and saw his son lying there, wires attached to him, keeping him alive. The man walked into the room and sat beside his son and held the little boy's weak hand. As his father shook with sobs, the little boy tried to speak, but he was paralyzed, trapped in his own mind and he wanted to cry too when his father simply said, "I'm sorry Ben, I'm so sorry I failed you."
Author's Note (I know, I'll levae you alone soon): Please review and tell me if I should keep going or not. I'm trying to figure out Chapter 2 at the moment and if it is pointless, tell me and I will go back to reading fanfictions as opposed to writing them. Be as cruel as you would like, I just want honest coments.
Thanks, the child with no name
