"Mr. Mulder, I think we need to take you back to your room," a nurse told him gently.
"I'm not ready to go," he replied, staring at Dana. She looked so small, tucked into the hospital bed, hooked up to a dozen machines.
"Come on," she said, grabbing the handles of the wheelchair and pushing him out in the hall.
He didn't resist although he wanted to stay by her side until she woke up. Some of the doctors had guessed what was going on but assured him they would not reveal his secret.
Samantha was waiting in his room. Fox had called her almost as soon as he'd found out and told her. "No change?" she asked.
He shook his head.
"Sorry," she apologized as the nurse helped him into bed. "I wish there was something they could do."
"Me too," he said as the nurse left.
"I know, Fox," Samantha said. "There is a little good news. The doctor said you can go home in about a week."
He nodded listlessly. "Okay. It'll be good to get out of here."
"Don't worry Fox, she'll wake up," Samantha assured him.
"I sure hope so."