Chapter Ten

Georgetown Memorial Hospital - 7.18pm

'Scully? It's me, Mulder.' He said softly as her head swayed side to side. She looked lost.

'Mulder?' She gasped, frowning. He bent down nearer to her.

'I'm here. You're going to be fine.'

'Mulder?' She asked again, her voice now laced with fear. He looked up at the nurse in confusion. She shrugged helplessly.

'Hey… hey…' He said gently, placing a hand on her cheek. 'Follow the sound of my voice. Come back to me...'

'William?' She asked now, tears pushing down her cheeks as she blinked. Mulder saw her clench her eyes shut and he felt worry rise in his chest. He felt so sorry for her.

'I'm sorry Scully… He's not here.' He whispered carefully, trying not to upset her too much.

'WHERE IS HE?!' She demanded.

Mulder looked into her eyes in shock as she suddenly snapped. He didn't know what to say. He felt his heart break for her.

'Scully?' He started with concern.

'No Mulder!' She spat out angrily. She tried to pull her hand away from his but he held it tight, not wanting her to let go. She looked at him with mad, scared eyes as he held her. He shook his head with difficulty, trying to find the words.

'Scully? What's the matter? Talk to me…' He said sadly.

'Agent Scully?' The nurse said, acknowledging that she was awake, and also attempting to break the awkward silence. 'My name is Nurse Woods.'

Mulder kept his gaze on Scully, his heart racing in his chest with worry.

'Where am I?!' Scully exclaimed, tears rolling down her cheeks.

'Scully… it's all right…' Mulder started again as he saw her tears, trying to comfort her.

'No, get off me!' She cried as she flinched away from him.

He felt his heart break as she finally managed to tug her hand away from his. He stared at her in shocked disbelief. He couldn't believe this was happening – was she afraid of him?

Nurse Wood's glanced at him uneasily. She needed to calm her patient down.

'Agent Scully.' She said again firmly, bending down to Scully's level. Scully seemed to respond to her. 'Listen to me, you are safe now sweetheart. No one is going to hurt you here. You are at Georgetown Memorial Hospital in Washington. You have a very strong drug in your system which is making you see things that aren't there…' She said calmly, but strongly. Mulder looked at her as she comforted Scully and felt relieved that someone could help her. He felt a stab of jealousy as he wanted it to be him – but he couldn't help but be grateful.

'But let me assure you..' She continued, taking hold of Scully's hand. Scully looked down at it cautiously, but she let her '- I am real. Your partner, Agent Mulder is real. We are here to help you.'

Scully stared at Nurse Woods for a moment and considered these words. She felt her heart racing in her chest. She trusted this woman – even though she had never met her until now.

She was hurting still from losing her son. Looking at Mulder just brought it all back…

'I can't…. do this right now.' She managed, with a quick sideways glance to Mulder, who looked distraught by her side.

He felt it. He knew it was directed at him.

Mulder slowly rose to his feet, dread filling his chest.

'Ok honey, lets give you some space.' Nurse Woods said softly, and gave Scully a small smile. Mulder turned away from her – he couldn't bear to look at her right now.

'Agent Mulder, would you step outside for a moment?' Nurse Woods said, coming round to his side of Scully's bed. He felt hot tears stinging his eyes as his heart shattered into more pieces. He had to control himself…

'Ok.' He said weakly, and quickly left the room without looking back.

'She's confused. You have to give her time.'

He wanted to kick something. He glanced around the corridor but couldn't see anything within reach.

'I can't believe this is happening – that this asshole did this to her!' He shouted, pacing up and down. Nurse Wood's grabbed him by the arm. He wasn't having it. 'Just… leave me alone!'

Mulder turned and started to speed off towards the exit. He needed fresh air. But as he turned left down the corridor, he came face to face with Skinner.

'Mulder!' He exclaimed as Mulder nearly crashed into him. Skinner pulled back and saw the expression on his Agent's face. He frowned with concern. 'What's happened?' He pressed, fearing the worst. 'What's happened to Dana?!'

'Nothing.' Mulder spat out in frustration. 'She's just woken up.'

Skinner looked at him in confusion.

'Then what's going on?'

'She won't talk to me. She doesn't even want me near her.'

'Oh god…' Skinner said with a heavy sigh. Mulder lowered his head sadly.

'That asshole did this to her.' He mumbled. Skinner placed a friendly hand on his shoulder.

'Mulder…' He started, choosing his words carefully. A doctor rushed past them and he pulled Mulder over to the side of the corridor to get him out of the way. He looked exhausted, and he stumbled on his feet. '-she'll come around. You know that – god knows what she's been through – what she's seen.'

'I know.' Mulder said, his voice cracking. 'I just… can't get her reaction out of my head.'

'Then go home Agent Mulder – sleep on it. She'll be back to normal again in the morning.' Skinner said firmly. Mulder shook his head and let out a sarcastic laugh. 'That's an order. You look like hell.'

Mulder stifled his laugh at Skinner's firm words and raised his head to meet his gaze. He sighed heavily and felt torn. He wanted to stay – but he had to face the reality that Scully didn't want him there.

'Ok.' He managed, his voice low. 'But I want to stay close – in case she asks for me. Home is too far away.'

'Then I'll get you a motel.' Skinner replied. He looked Mulder up and down and let out another frustrated sigh.

'Agent Mulder, I'm driving.'

County Morgue – 10.55pm

'How come you got called in so late?'

Two FBI doctors entered the deserted morgue and switched on the lights.

'I got a call from A.D. Skinner - said it was urgent. Someone called Fox Mulder wanted us to check that the body is still here? Hey… can you believe that name? Fox?'

The two men sniggered at their little joke.

It was late, and they wanted to go home. But they received the call and had to check. They also thought this hilarious – why check if a body is still there when it is dead? Some people were crazy.

'Isn't that the spooky guy? The one that's come back to the Bureau? He was a big name in the 90s, everyone used to talk about him. Don't you remember?'

'Man, I am too young to remember that. You are old, brother!'

They laughed again.

'Ok, here goes. Wesley Randall, number 102.'

The younger agent laughed again. 'You scared?'

'Shut up.' The older man replied, hitting his friend playfully on the shoulder. He reached down to open up the compartment. 'Here goes nothing…'

As it opened, they saw the body bag. The older agent out let a sigh of relief and laughed again to himself.

'Seriously, this is ridiculous. Of course he's still there! Man, I wonder if this spooky guy is on drugs or something…'

But his words were cut short as Wesley's arm smashed upright through the body bag, ripping it apart. Before he could cry out in surprise Wesley's hand was around his throat, strangling him.

'OH MY GOD!' The younger agent shouted in fear as he witnessed his friend's neck tightening, blood pouring from Wesley's fingers. He made a run for the door but as he got to it he realised it was locked.

Glancing back in horror he saw that his friend was dead, thrown to the floor. He breathed heavily, trying to contain his fear.

'HELP! HELP ME!' He shouted desperately, banging on the morgue door. 'HELP!'

Wesley stood up out of his body bag, naked and sweaty.

He had been dying to get out of there for hours now.

'No one can help you now.' He snarled, pacing towards the FBI agent.

'NO!' He shouted, now crying like a frightened child. 'Please!' He begged, turning to face the man who was coming towards him. 'Please I beg you! Don't kill me!'

Wesley smiled a little to himself, amused at this particular pathetic display of human weakness. He grabbed the nearest autopsy instrument – a drill – and paced towards him, the drill held out in front of him and pointed it towards the man's neck.

'Any last words?' He asked playfully.

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