Fox was groggy. His ribs, arm, and head ached horribly. Well, when he
really thought about it, his whole body was racked with pain.
He heard a voice, a woman.
"Fox?" she said. "Fox, open your eyes."
His eyelids felt like they had enormous, hundred-pound weights holding them down but he pried them open anyway. Dana was hovering over him, her street clothes and scrubs replaced with dress pants, pumps, and a whit lab coat.
She smiled. "Hi Fox. You might not remember me but I was with you after the accident."
He smiled faintly. "Yeah, I remember," he croaked. He tried to sit up but she restrained him.
"Trust me, you don't want to do that," Dana told him. She reached for another tow pillows, lifted him up, and placed them under him so he was sitting up a bit more. "Better?"
He nodded. "What's my diagnosis?"
"Two broken ribs, a broken arm- you've only been out of surgery for an hour after fixing that one-, and internal bleeding. In other words, Mr. Mulder, that car did a number on you," she told him. She perched on the edge of his bed. "So what happened? I mean, I know the car hit you but it didn't run a light and the cross walk was working fine."
He smiled wryly. "You want the truth?" At her nod, he went on. "I was looking at the prettiest woman I ever saw, a woman by the name of Dana Scully."
She smiled and blushed, flattered. "Seriously?"
He nodded. "I was going out to lunch with my sister when I saw you in the bridal shop, trying on your wedding dress. Your fiancé is a lucky man, to have someone like you."
Dana blushed again, fully aware that he was coming on to her. She let him, not sure whether to tell him to stop or flirt back.
"Well, since I don't have another surgery until Wednesday, I took on your file," she told him. "By the end of the week, I have a feeling you'll have a different opinion when you see my face."
Fox laughed. "I doubt that."
Dana laughed too. "Alright, down to business," she said. "I need to check your head wounds and your ribs." She leaned over and started peeling away the gauze. "Looks okay. Not infected, well, at least not yet. The nurse did a good job." She touché dthe area around it.
"Ow!" Mulder winced. "That stings!"
"Sorry," Dana apologized, blowing gently on the cut.
Fox closed his eyes and felt her soft, warm breath on his face, her thumbs gently rubbing his temples.
He heard a voice, a woman.
"Fox?" she said. "Fox, open your eyes."
His eyelids felt like they had enormous, hundred-pound weights holding them down but he pried them open anyway. Dana was hovering over him, her street clothes and scrubs replaced with dress pants, pumps, and a whit lab coat.
She smiled. "Hi Fox. You might not remember me but I was with you after the accident."
He smiled faintly. "Yeah, I remember," he croaked. He tried to sit up but she restrained him.
"Trust me, you don't want to do that," Dana told him. She reached for another tow pillows, lifted him up, and placed them under him so he was sitting up a bit more. "Better?"
He nodded. "What's my diagnosis?"
"Two broken ribs, a broken arm- you've only been out of surgery for an hour after fixing that one-, and internal bleeding. In other words, Mr. Mulder, that car did a number on you," she told him. She perched on the edge of his bed. "So what happened? I mean, I know the car hit you but it didn't run a light and the cross walk was working fine."
He smiled wryly. "You want the truth?" At her nod, he went on. "I was looking at the prettiest woman I ever saw, a woman by the name of Dana Scully."
She smiled and blushed, flattered. "Seriously?"
He nodded. "I was going out to lunch with my sister when I saw you in the bridal shop, trying on your wedding dress. Your fiancé is a lucky man, to have someone like you."
Dana blushed again, fully aware that he was coming on to her. She let him, not sure whether to tell him to stop or flirt back.
"Well, since I don't have another surgery until Wednesday, I took on your file," she told him. "By the end of the week, I have a feeling you'll have a different opinion when you see my face."
Fox laughed. "I doubt that."
Dana laughed too. "Alright, down to business," she said. "I need to check your head wounds and your ribs." She leaned over and started peeling away the gauze. "Looks okay. Not infected, well, at least not yet. The nurse did a good job." She touché dthe area around it.
"Ow!" Mulder winced. "That stings!"
"Sorry," Dana apologized, blowing gently on the cut.
Fox closed his eyes and felt her soft, warm breath on his face, her thumbs gently rubbing his temples.