A doctor marched in, his whit lab coat billowing behind him. "Good morning Mr. Uh... Mulder," he said. "How are you doing?"
"Where's Day- er- Dr. Scully?" he asked.
"Why don't you let me finish what I'm doing before you ask me questions?" he replied. "I'll answer all you're questions after I check you out."
Fox obeyed while Dr. Schwartz checked his ribs, examined his head, took his pulse, and did about a million different things.
"So where is she?" he demanded.
Dr. Schwartz sat down, a serious look crossing his face. "She's in the ICU."
"As a doctor?" Fox asked.
"No, as a patient," he told him. "Her ex-fiancé hit her. Hard. He couldn't deal with her leaving him. He's in isolation, in restraints. He may have been intoxicated. Dana is in a coma, covered with bruises, a concussion, and internal bleeding. She was beaten pretty badly."
Fox stared in shock. "What's going to happen? Is she going to be okay?"
"Well, we think so. When or if she wakes up from the coma, she should be fine."