CHAPTER 3: AND THE LANDSLIDE BROUGHT ME DOWN

If no one else is around to hear it, do you really scream?

Blackness penetrated her, for there was nothing but. She tried to open her eyes, but they seemed to be glued shut. She felt nothing. For a moment, she thought she was dead, and then came the cold. Not just a chill, but it was as if her entire body was enclosed by a massive ice cube. Suddenly, she felt shooting pain through all of her nerve endings, in fact, she figured that must be what acupuncture would be like. A blinding light flashed through her eyelids and she began to believe that the "light at the end of the tunnel" story might have some substance to it, but she didn't understand why she would be dead. What had happened? All went dark once again.

Beep------Beep-----Beep---Beep--BeepBeepBeepBeep.

Scully awoke with a start. Yet again she attempted to open her eyes, but to no avail.

"Where am I?" She turned over sending pain rushing through her head. She laid her head back down on...something soft. "Ok, in a bed. Beeping noises. On some sort of medication, wooh. Must be in a hospital. How did I get here? Does anyone know I'm here?" Scully muttered to herself and then realized that she was not alone. "Who's there?" She questioned aloud.

"Miss Scully, Dana Scully? That is your name, correct?"

"FBI!" She turned over, "Dammit. What was the question?"

"Is your name Dana Scully?" The doctor questioned the non-lucid Scully once again.

"Yeah, that's my name. I mean, I'm sure I have some identification around here somewhere," Scully croaked while attempting to root under the bed sheets.

"I will get to that later. I am Dr. John Ferrill, I've been supervising your recovery." Scully heard him shuffle some papers around. Dr. Ferrill. John Ferrill, that name sounded very familiar to Scully, but she couldn't figure out from where.

"Have we met Dr. John Ferrill because your name is quite familiarable....familiar to me. Heh." Scully laughed at her stammering.

"Not that I know of, Miss Scully. Now, before we get started, I need to address some things..."

"Dr. Ferrill, let's cut to the chase. Why does my body feel like that it was just defrosted in the oven, and why can I not open my eyes?"

"You suffered from some hypothermia which we treated, but about the eyes, I was hoping to wait on that, but since you asked, there were some complications, and there were a few injuries that occurred from them. I hate to say this, Miss Scully, but your eyes are open. We can't exactly figure out what has caused this loss of sight, though we think there may have been some brain damage. Pending further information, all we can do is schedule a catscan."

Her heart skipped about four beats. "I'm blind?!"

The doctor quickly cut in, "We believe it is temporary, as you may conclude from what I just told you. It may simply be trauma induced, so therefore temporary."

"How temporary?"

"We don't know, unfortunately. For one, we have had some trouble locating your medical files."

"And, if I may ask, how would that be? They are in the computer database, or just call up the FBI, I'm an agent there. I can give you a more direct number to my partner, Fox Mulder. It's..."

"Oh...." Scully could not see his surprise but could hear his mouth dropping open.

"Um, I will have to check this out. I will be back." Scully was in shock. What in hell was going on? She pondered at why the doctor refused to tell her anything, and why was he so aghast when he found out that she worked for the Bureau? Did Mulder's name mean something to him? Most importantly of all, where was Mulder? Where was anyone that she knew? Surely, they would have been notified somehow, or depending on how long she had been out, would have sent people looking for her. What plagued her the most was the fact that she still could not remember how she had gotten there, and how in hell had she gotten hypothermia? She figured that she may have fallen in a lake, but she couldn't be sure.

"Where's the bloody doctor!" she yelled.

CHAPTER 4 COMING SOON!