*Chapter 5*
... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... I arrived at the hospital as fast as I could. I entered Scully's hospital room, only to find her sleeping steadily. She was in a peaceful state. I headed towards her and sat carefully on the edge of the bed.
Her porcelain-like skin had paled into a more ghostly color. But she was beautiful no matter what the circumstances.
I lightly brushed the back of my fingers against her cheek. She smiled, then stirred a little, opening her eyes with a look of anticipation. That look quickly turned to dissapointment when she looked around to find nothing. "I'm here now," I whispered softly. But she couldn't hear me.
She sat up with depression flooding her eyes. A tear rolled down her cheek as she snatched a few papers off of the endtable in frustration.
She began mouthing the sentences just loud enough that I could hear its contents. They were thoughts written to me, although they were never meant for me to hear.
She stopped abruptly. She couldn't bear to read anymore and began to cry with despair. She ripped the papers up fiercely and threw the shreds to the side, burying her head in her lap.
"Mulder," she barely managed, her throat tight.
I wrapped an arm around her securely, resting my chin on her head. "I'm sorry," I kept telling her.
Her breathing steadied and her heart grew calm. We remained like this until she was sound asleep. ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ...
The next day Scully started yet another series of cancer treatments. I watched her from outside of the room; I couldn't stand to be in there with her once they started the procedures. I didn't understand much of what was going on anyway. She seemed to know the nurse rather well. Her face was familiar to me, I had seen her with Scully when she was previously in the hospital.
I stood my distance, peering hopelessly through the window. To me, it was like watching them steal the energy right from her very being. I hated it so much. The treatments weren't helping her much because the cancer spread far too rapidly. She was so true to her science, yet her science was failing to save her.
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... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... I arrived at the hospital as fast as I could. I entered Scully's hospital room, only to find her sleeping steadily. She was in a peaceful state. I headed towards her and sat carefully on the edge of the bed.
Her porcelain-like skin had paled into a more ghostly color. But she was beautiful no matter what the circumstances.
I lightly brushed the back of my fingers against her cheek. She smiled, then stirred a little, opening her eyes with a look of anticipation. That look quickly turned to dissapointment when she looked around to find nothing. "I'm here now," I whispered softly. But she couldn't hear me.
She sat up with depression flooding her eyes. A tear rolled down her cheek as she snatched a few papers off of the endtable in frustration.
She began mouthing the sentences just loud enough that I could hear its contents. They were thoughts written to me, although they were never meant for me to hear.
She stopped abruptly. She couldn't bear to read anymore and began to cry with despair. She ripped the papers up fiercely and threw the shreds to the side, burying her head in her lap.
"Mulder," she barely managed, her throat tight.
I wrapped an arm around her securely, resting my chin on her head. "I'm sorry," I kept telling her.
Her breathing steadied and her heart grew calm. We remained like this until she was sound asleep. ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ...
The next day Scully started yet another series of cancer treatments. I watched her from outside of the room; I couldn't stand to be in there with her once they started the procedures. I didn't understand much of what was going on anyway. She seemed to know the nurse rather well. Her face was familiar to me, I had seen her with Scully when she was previously in the hospital.
I stood my distance, peering hopelessly through the window. To me, it was like watching them steal the energy right from her very being. I hated it so much. The treatments weren't helping her much because the cancer spread far too rapidly. She was so true to her science, yet her science was failing to save her.
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