Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: all things, Requiem
Summary: Scully, left alone after Mulder's disappearance, is forced to endure the worst tragedy a new mother can- miscarriage.
Keywords: angst, miscarriage
Disclaimer: You all know the drill… X-files and the characters belong to Chris Carter and 1013 productions, even though they haven't done a damn thing with the series in over three years…blah, blah, blah… Now on to the story!
Moribund: Chapter One
I scream in agony as another convulsion rips through my midsection. Every muscle in my body contracts and pulls as the waves violently expel the life from me. Pulling my knees up to my chest, I lean back against the cold tile tub, willing my mind to cease the violent onslaught. Warm blood pools around my feet and in my torment-filled haze, I absentmindedly curse myself for not grabbing more towels. Already three lie soaked through with crimson stains on the floor next to me.
All of my life I have excelled at everything, never failing or succumbing. Yet, the one thing all women are born to do my body rejects. After all that I've been through, why this? Why now when the one person I need the most is gone?
It's my fault; I know this without a doubt. I should have seen the telltale signs, I chastise myself. I'm a bloody doctor, for Christ sakes! And yet, I ignored every warning, every symptom I amassed. Some spotting was normal, I found myself reasoning. So was occasional cramping. But I abandoned one of the most important medical rules: trust your gut. And my instincts had been screaming at me that something was very wrong.
And now I'm lying here, in such agony that to even get up to call an ambulance is unimaginable. But the physical pain is nothing compared to the shock of watching the life seep from between my legs, knowing it once sustained my baby, Mulder's child. Another moan is wrenched from my lips as white-fire races across my stomach. Dots dance in front of my eyes and the physician part of me warns that I've lost too much blood, that I have to get help. That I'm close to death.
But the rest of me is to tired… so drained that it could just drift off to sleep. Anything to escape this unending torture… The exit is right in front of me. If only I could just reach it. A black hole swirls just out of my grasp, luring my in. I can't resist. My last thought before drifting off into a blissful unawareness is of Mulder and of our last night together…
A/N: Moribund means failing or ending life.