A/N: At the end...
Scully bolted upright, catching her breath as the dream fell out of her consciousness. Mulder was dead. Mulder was dead. I was alone. He was dead. I was alone. She felt nauseated.
"Dana," Bill asked crouching down by where she was lying on the waiting room chairs. "Are you okay?"
"I... I..." she stammered, standing up quickly and heading for the closest garbage can where she got sick.
When she was finished, she sat back down in the chairs and caught her breath.
"Dana, what's wrong?"
"Nothing," she answered, waving him away. "Bad dream."
"You wanna tell me about it?"
"No, it doesn't matter."
"It matters to you. What happened?"
"You wouldn't understand."
"Maybe not, but at least you could talk about it. Was it about him?"
"I dreamt that he died."
"Oh Dana. I'm sorry," he said with a sigh.
"No you're not, Bill."
"Yes I am. I hate seeing you like this. And as much as I don't like the guy, you do. He matters to you and you care about him, I have no idea why, but regardless, I don't want you to feel like this."
"Well... thanks."
"You should go home for a while. It's been 2 days."
"I know, I just..."
"Can't leave."
"Yeah."
"Go. Take two hours. Grab a shower and some real food. He's not going anywhere."
"Thanks Bill."
She left the waiting room and took a slight detour to Mulder's room on the way to the parking garage. They had moved him into a semi-private room the day before. She would have been in there all the time but they were really strict about visiting hours. He was starting to look better. He'd lost that yellow hue and the puffiness around his eyes. He was still bandaged of course, but the bruises were fading. They had removed his breathing tube yesterday and he'd been breathing just fine on his own. Now they were just waiting for him to regain consciousness. She sighed as she peeked quickly in the little window. No change.
"Hey Mulder," Scully greeted, several hours later, sitting down on the edge of his bed and kissing his cheek. She held his hand in hers gently, grateful for the warmth. "Your constant silence is really bugging me, you know."
She watched his face for a moment, then sighed. Now she was more irritated than annoyed. She shifted slightly so she could lay down with him. She'd never really done that before.
"I know what you're thinking, Mulder. Shut up. I'm tired, okay?"
It wasn't more than 10 minutes before she fell asleep.
A/N: I just couldn't keep him dead. Maybe someday when I have really bad PMS, I'll be able to do it. As it is, I am hormone free right now.