I brought her flowers as soon as I heard. News spreads around like wildfire especially when it's bad. I managed to stop the talk when it had reached me. Never listen to a rumor I said. Especially when it came to her. Everybody who knew me, knew that.
Hospitals are a depressing place, so I got the brightest flowers I could find. I was hoping that this would cheer her up. If that was possible, red and yellow flowers would do the trick. Red to show my love and yellow to show that things were bright. I couldn't believe that Agent Scully was dying of cancer. No, I wouldn't accept that. I can't. This was way past love or what it was, this was to let her know I was there for her. I'll help her through this. There was no way she'd have to go through this alone. Not with me here.
But, boy it was hard to find an excuse why he'd suddenly leave the FBI without letting anyone know about her condition. Anybody who knows me, knows that I care deeply. Well beyond the professional courtesy.
Hospitals are depressing alright. Filled with the sick and dying. I can't believe that she's amongst them. She's a good woman and clearly doesn't deserve this. I can think of a couple of Agents who deserved this more. I kick myself, no... Nobody deserves this. That was a really bad thought. People were being wheeled around and as if engulfed by the surrounding sadness I felt myself feeling like I just needed to cry. But that's not what she needed, at this time she needed were rocks. If she needed a shoulder I'd be there. Well I do have two. Of course she has family, but sometimes you need an outsider.
I freshened my face in the bathroom to try and compose myself. God it wasn't fair on her. Why would this be allowed to happen. I use a paper towel to dry my eyes and disposed of it. Big boys don't cry they say... The hell with that, I kicked the disposal bin out of pent up frustration and sent it flying across the bathroom. It just wasn't fair, Dana Scully was too young for this. It must be true what they say. Only the good die young. For the hell of it I kicked the bin back across the floor. Destroying an inanimate object did make me feel a lot better. I didn't care if anyone else saw my actions. Damn it! I cursed out loud before picking up the flowers. She couldn't be allowed to see me like this. I don't care what I had to do to hide it, it just had to be hid.
For while I looked into her private room. She was fast asleep. Dana looked so peaceful as she slept there as if the news about her cancer was some terrible practical joke. I walked into the room and watched her sleep. I know I should just leave and let her sleep. But I couldn't stand to leave her side she had to know that I was there for her.
Her eyes slowly opened after the deep sleep. When she looked at me she shrunk backwards in shock to seeing me there. Not quite the reaction I was expecting. I don't know how long we were in silence. She sat up and gave me a smile. Automatically I smiled back... She was fine. Dana wasn't on her death bed. I put the flowers in one of the vases that still had some room and almost spilled it over as I did, "Whoops." I said sheepishly.
"They're real nice flowers Agent Pendrell." Dana commented.
"Thanks." I replied, "I picked them up myself." Of course they didn't match the great arrangements she had already. Most of them were from Mulder and her family I guess, "I can't stay for long." I said sadly, I was just here on an extended lunch, "I just wanted to let you know that if you ever wanted to hang out and talk or something... I'll be there for you Agent Scully."
"Thank you." She said to me.