*Chapter 8*
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Hearing the news from the doctor earlier worried me even more. I was supposed to hold some huge part in this by somehow saving Scully's life. I was waiting for the signs, searching for the answers, but nothing I did changed anything. I was useless here, wandering around and watching her slowly slip away. I needed answers and I need them now.
I traced my steps back from the hospital and found my way to the apartment room where I "woke up" earlier.
I rapped on the wooden door nervously, hoping that Melissa would still be there. There was no answer, but the door was unlocked. I entered with caution, not knowing who might be there now.
It looked like a completely different apartment, but I was certain that it was the correct address. The walls that once were white, now were lavendar. Before the furniture was plain black. Now, the furniture was new and flowered patterns covered the room.
I scanned the apartment in frusteration, hoping that I would find her sitting somewhere as I did before. But there was no sign of her. I was caught off guard when I heard the door open, then close. My gut instinct was to hide, but I soon remembered that it wasn't necessary.
"I was afraid you might come back," Melissa said as she approached me.
I was relieved that it was her.
"I had to come to talk to you. She's only getting worse," I pleaded.
"I told you to give it time, Mulder. This is your story, fate is ultimately in your hands."
"But I don't understand how to help her! Tell me how, Melissa." I was now desperate for answers.
"When her time comes, you will be the deciding factor. Before she dies you must give yourself in her place," she explained.
I looked at her confused; she knew she wasn't giving the clearer answers that I wanted.
"When the time comes, you'll know what to do. Remember, it's all up to you.
But if your going to save her, you better get there fast. She's not going to last much longer," she told me with concern.
She put a hand on my shoulder; a sign of encouragement.
I headed out of the apartment quickly, there was no time to lose. ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ...
***
Hearing the news from the doctor earlier worried me even more. I was supposed to hold some huge part in this by somehow saving Scully's life. I was waiting for the signs, searching for the answers, but nothing I did changed anything. I was useless here, wandering around and watching her slowly slip away. I needed answers and I need them now.
I traced my steps back from the hospital and found my way to the apartment room where I "woke up" earlier.
I rapped on the wooden door nervously, hoping that Melissa would still be there. There was no answer, but the door was unlocked. I entered with caution, not knowing who might be there now.
It looked like a completely different apartment, but I was certain that it was the correct address. The walls that once were white, now were lavendar. Before the furniture was plain black. Now, the furniture was new and flowered patterns covered the room.
I scanned the apartment in frusteration, hoping that I would find her sitting somewhere as I did before. But there was no sign of her. I was caught off guard when I heard the door open, then close. My gut instinct was to hide, but I soon remembered that it wasn't necessary.
"I was afraid you might come back," Melissa said as she approached me.
I was relieved that it was her.
"I had to come to talk to you. She's only getting worse," I pleaded.
"I told you to give it time, Mulder. This is your story, fate is ultimately in your hands."
"But I don't understand how to help her! Tell me how, Melissa." I was now desperate for answers.
"When her time comes, you will be the deciding factor. Before she dies you must give yourself in her place," she explained.
I looked at her confused; she knew she wasn't giving the clearer answers that I wanted.
"When the time comes, you'll know what to do. Remember, it's all up to you.
But if your going to save her, you better get there fast. She's not going to last much longer," she told me with concern.
She put a hand on my shoulder; a sign of encouragement.
I headed out of the apartment quickly, there was no time to lose. ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ...
