Author:Jadeblueafterglow17
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Chapter 8
"Entdectung" (The Discovery Part II)
After securing the other victim, Agent Scully returned to the third floor where she'd previously seen the mice and heard the strange noises.
"What is it Agent Scully?"
"Shhh." "There is something or someone in there." Scully pulled on the crate covering the decrepit ventilation shaft in the floor.
The officer flashed a light into the small holes of the wire grating.
"You're right. Dorsey, . . . go get those wire cutters, and call the paramedics up here." The officer jiggled the covering loose with little effort as Agent Scully watched behind the men.
The opening was no greater than the size of a sewer manhole. Perhaps this was what Palchak wanted his victim to feel like he was in. Officer Dorsey returned with the wire cutters as, the officer reached in and touched the cold damp flesh.
"He's kinda cold, maybe he's alive. I think I just touched his back. The officer realized what they were standing on was a prefabricated material as he used the cutters to rip away the floor. "Stand back! Dorsey help me gut out this floor."
Agent Scully stood behind them, as the paramedics walked in with a collapsed gurney
And watched the men rip through the floor with wire cutters and other small hand tools.
Scully looked at her watch. It had been 5 hours since Frank Palchak's chronie admitted to the where-about of his latest victims. Agent Scully knew they were in the right place, but they were running out of time. She recalled how ill Agent Mulder was before his kidnapping, there was no way to tell what condition he would be in if he were found alive.
Frank Palchak was back in jail with plenty of charges stacked against him. This time guaranteeing him atleast life in prison. But if Mulder was already dead what resolve was there?. . . the loss of her partner, and quite possibly the true passion of her life? Then again, this person they were uncovering before her eyes, may not be him at all. There were at least six other persons reported missing from their families, including a juror and the lawyer who prosecuted Frank Palchak in his previous trial.
"We need some blankets, and get that stretcher over here. "Hang in there buddy we're gonna get you out of here." Agent Scully leaned down and reached in the opening to feel for a pulse.
"Femoral pulse is weak and thready." She could see his hands tied behind his un-clothed body. She reached for his bloody hand and held it in her gloved hand. She was still unable to see his face. She didn't have to. She knew the moment she touched him, the man she'd discovered buried in the floor was her partner, Fox Mulder.
They broke through enough of the floor, placed a brace down in the opening, to snap around his neck, and began to roll him over to face them. His eyes, and mouth were covered with silver duct tape. His face, beaten black and blue and bruised beyond recognition, revealed days old blood stretched across his broken nose.
Scully let go of his hand while the paramedics and Officer Dorsey carefully lifted him from the ventilation shaft. Scully was unable to see the rest of his body as she noticed the tiny bite marks on his neck, arms and back.
"Okay, guys take it real slow."
They lifted him up carefully and laid him on a board on his left side. Officer Dorsey cut the bloody razor wire from his ankles and then from his wrists, as they laid the motionless body on the support board.; handing the wire to agent Scully to put in an evidence bag. They covered him up to his waist in a sheet and wrapped him up in a blanket.
"Agent Scully, is this your guy?" she said as a camera started clicking. A forensics agent began taking pictures of the recovered body.
She stared at him, still not believing what this man had obviously put her partner through.
"Yes, it's him."
She looked furiously up at the camera man. She stood up and covered the photographers lens.
"No more pictures …"
"I'm just doing my job Agent Scully, these pictures might help the case against the people who are responsible for this." he continued to click his camera at various angles.
Scully stood up and snatched the camera away from him.
" I said no more pictures, go find something else to photograph damn it!" she demanded. The man stood there defending his ground momentarily but realized quickly that Agent Scully would win this fight. She glared at him, her expression stone cold, as he walked away.
Agent Scully leaned down over the recovered man, and listened to his chest.
She whispered into his ear.
"Mulder, It's Scully, I'm going to get you out of here. You're going to be okay."
The paramedic took out a stethoscope and listened to his chest.
"Lungs are full of fluid we need to in-tubate him," he said putting an O2
mask on his mouth and nose.
"Trach kit and in-tu-bation kit are in the cab."
"Do we have anything that can remove this tape, don't want to rip the skin off."
"Let me see if I can just cut down the middle so we can get an airway."
"No, you might cut him. Here, just let me do it. After all he's been through he probably won't feel it anyway."
The officer quickly ripped the tape off of his mouth.
Mulder was motionless. As his lips slid open, Scully noticed something in his mouth. She pulled the paramedic aside and reached to open his mouth, She stuck her gloved hand in and was disgusted to find, the remains of a small mouse inside, as well as what appeared to be dried vomit as she cleared his mouth out.
"Sick!" Someone mumbled.
"Somebody have some water?" A paramedic handed her a bottle of sterile saline, and cloth to wash out his mouth. His bottom jaw hung to the right, broken and dripping blood.
They put him on the stretcher, tied him to the gurney with cloth straps; preparing to take him down the stairs.
Agent Scully gathered her flashlight and radio and headed down the three dark flight of stairs behind them. Midway down the stairs, a faint, shallow wheezing could be heard echoing through the stairwell. The sound multiplied as rapid wheezing now accompanied the sound.
" Wait!" Scully shouted as she shined her flashlight in his face. "He can't breathe, Where is the intubation tray?
" We can't do that in the stairs. We'll have to bag him till we get to the cab." There's only a few more flights." He said as Agent Mulder continued to wheeze shallow breaths. Scully went down in front of them now. She ran down the stairs, and stood outside the building. The sky had turned to the colors of twilight as she ran past the yellow "police-do not cross tape." She opened the doors of the ambulance and rummaged through their cases, as the sounds of cameras clicking, and a barrage of questions could be heard from nearby.
"Agent Scully, did you find anyone?"
" Is there anyone alive in the building?"
" Have you located Agent Fox Mulder?"
" Is the District Attorney alive?"
Scully ignored the voices as she put on a fresh pair of latex gloves, and ripped the sterile tubing from the box. She peered out the door as the policemen and paramedics coming towards the ambulance. One of the paramedics jumped in the cab and directed the gurney into the back.
"He stopped breathing."
"I'm going to intubate him….unless."
"Go ahead…, Now!" Scully advised.
The paramedic pulled agent Mulder's lips apart and slowly guided a thick plastic tube down his throat.
"I'll stay here agent Scully and search for others." Officer Dorsey advised to deaf ears.
" His trachea is swollen shut, this is gonna be a tight fit. I can't get the tube down far enough to do any good. I've never done a cricothyroid in the field have you?"
"No don't cut him!" She exclaimed.
"No, let me try to squeeze the trach tube in." Almost with the ease of a master surgeon, Agent Scully guided the trachea tube into his mouth, and just over his wind pipe.
"I'll bag him." Agent Scully said grabbing the amber bag and covering his mouth."
"BP 70/30. Body temp is 90. Radio ahead for more warming blankets, and keep track of downtime on O2.
They soon arrived at the Emergency entrance of Bethesda Naval Hospital. They lifted the lifeless body of Fox Mulder from the cab a nurse and doctor emerged from the ambulance bay.
" What have we got?"
"Hypothermic male, late 30's, pupils fixed and dilated, unresponsive to pain, rough intubation in field, multiple contusions, bony perforations midline, multiple rib fractures, he's cyanotic, blunt head trauma, visible swelling behind eye wall, upper right femur min gangrene."
" LOC time?"
"Don't know been buried in a hole for days - name is Mulder, Fox Mulder, missing FBI agent. GCS 4, V-1 E-1 M-2, chest."
Agent Scully walked beside the gurney. It had been some years since she heard the barrage of medical jargon, but she remembered hearing the phrase GCS, as a statement of consciousness level. She knew that anything less than 8 was not good.
She bit her bottom lip, and let go of Mulder's limp hand.
"My God, what happened to this guy?" an orderly asked.
"Another torture victim, you know the weirdo from Chenoweth . . . "
"I hope they fry him."
The nurse replied as she ran with the gurney into the trauma
room. Agent Scully followed closely behind them, oblivious to their remarks.
"This is his partner agent Scully of the FBI, she's also his doctor."
"Chelsea get Dr…Scully a gown….." the nurse requested as agent Scully's cell phone rang.
"I'm sorry Mrs. Scully but we don't allow those phones in here." One of the residents insisted. They began to rattle off a series of battery and began inserting a Foley catheter. Dana took off the sterile robe and stood outside the trauma doors. The phone registered AD Skinner's number. She choked back her emotion before she felt an overwhelming need to burst into tears.
"Scully."
"Agent Scully where are you? Did you find Mulder?"
Agent Scully swallowed hard, and stepped back from the ER doors.
"Agent Scully?"
"Yes . . . sir I found him."
"Is he alright?"
"He's alive sir, but . . . it doesn't look good. That monster really did a number on him."
"Where are you?"
" . . . Bethesda."
"I'm on my way." He said as the phone went dead. Scully looked up to see 2 nurses running with pints of blood, towards the trauma room. She walked in behind them. She could hear a long dismal tone.
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