He felt her fingers squeeze his own, ever so gently. His tears ceased and
he peered up at her face, hardly daring to hope. But it was true! Her eyes
were open, looking only at him. She couldn't talk through the tube down her
throat but he knew what to do. Fox hit the button to call the nurse.
A few seconds later, half a dozen doctors and nurses rushed in, thinking the worst.
"Oh my god!" one of them exclaimed. "She's awake!"
One doctor rushed to remove the tube while another hurried to call her family.
"Dr. Scully? Nod your head if you can hear me," one of them said.
She bobbed her head.
"You've been in a coma for a week. Rob beat you pretty badly," they continued. "He will be prosecuted to the fullest extent of the law, abiding your testimony. You're mother, sister, and brothers will be here shortly."
Dana nodded slowly. "What's my diagnosis?" she croaked. "What about treatment?"
The doctors tittered. "Always after the science, aren't you Dana?" he laughed. "Concussion, internal bleeding in your abdomen, bruises, various cuts and abrasions, and a cracked wrist. You've been on mild painkillers and the only other treatment is rest."
She smiled slightly. "And Rob?"
He hesitated. "He was intoxicated and may be psychotic. Nothing is definite."
She nodded again. "I'm not sure why he attacked me. I didn't provoke him, at least not intentionally."
The doctor patted her shoulder. "It's just good to have you back, doctor Scully. I'll be back later to cheack on you. We'll give you some peace."
Fox watched as they left and turned to Dana. "God Dana, you scared the hell out of me!"
She smiled at him. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to."
Fox smiled too and then threw himself on top of her, embracing her tightly. "God I missed you!"
She buried her hands in his hair, inhaling deeply, trying to get his scent through the oxygen prongs now in her nose.
"Don't ever do that again!" she told her.
"I won't," she promised.
Fox pressed his face into her chest, listening to the steady thudding of her heart.
Dana pressed her lips to the crown of his head, holding him tightly.
A few seconds later, half a dozen doctors and nurses rushed in, thinking the worst.
"Oh my god!" one of them exclaimed. "She's awake!"
One doctor rushed to remove the tube while another hurried to call her family.
"Dr. Scully? Nod your head if you can hear me," one of them said.
She bobbed her head.
"You've been in a coma for a week. Rob beat you pretty badly," they continued. "He will be prosecuted to the fullest extent of the law, abiding your testimony. You're mother, sister, and brothers will be here shortly."
Dana nodded slowly. "What's my diagnosis?" she croaked. "What about treatment?"
The doctors tittered. "Always after the science, aren't you Dana?" he laughed. "Concussion, internal bleeding in your abdomen, bruises, various cuts and abrasions, and a cracked wrist. You've been on mild painkillers and the only other treatment is rest."
She smiled slightly. "And Rob?"
He hesitated. "He was intoxicated and may be psychotic. Nothing is definite."
She nodded again. "I'm not sure why he attacked me. I didn't provoke him, at least not intentionally."
The doctor patted her shoulder. "It's just good to have you back, doctor Scully. I'll be back later to cheack on you. We'll give you some peace."
Fox watched as they left and turned to Dana. "God Dana, you scared the hell out of me!"
She smiled at him. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to."
Fox smiled too and then threw himself on top of her, embracing her tightly. "God I missed you!"
She buried her hands in his hair, inhaling deeply, trying to get his scent through the oxygen prongs now in her nose.
"Don't ever do that again!" she told her.
"I won't," she promised.
Fox pressed his face into her chest, listening to the steady thudding of her heart.
Dana pressed her lips to the crown of his head, holding him tightly.