CHAPTER 5: LIKE A HEARTBEAT DRIVES YOU MAD

Scully lay in the hospital bed listening to the sound of the heart monitor. What else could she do? Even if she could find her way to the door, they would find her before she could get out. Instead, she decided to fish around for her things, her purse, her cell phone, anything. Unfortunately, after fumbling in the inherent darkness for what seemed like thirty minutes, she came up with absolutely nothing, nada, zilch. Paranoia began to sink in. It felt as if the room was spinning around her, faster and faster as she attempted to steady herself back onto the bed. She had begun to doubt that she was in fact at a hospital and for the first time since she had been there, she decided to touch her eyes. She was about to lift a finger to her eye when someone entered the room.

"Ah, I see you are feeling better Miss Scully," a man quibbled, "but you cannot be up and about just yet. You've still got a ways to go."

"Dr. Ferrill?" Scully was confused for it did not sound like Dr. Ferrill, but she was so out of it when he came in...

"No, I am Dr. Lawrence Armstrong. I was the one that performed the surgeries on you."

"What surgeries? I thought that I had recovered fairly smoothly from the hypothermia."

"Well, there were a few other complications, besides the eyesight. We had to remove your right leg."

"Excuse me??? When was this? I just stood up and walked around, and Dr. Ferrill didn't tell me any of this."

The man sat for a moment and pondered this. "Well, unfortunately, Dr. Ferrill was relieved due to some minor confabulations on his part. He did not know enough information when he spoke to you last week."

Scully sat straight up. "Last week? Last week!

"I understand that you were an agent of the Federal Bureau of Investigation directly before this happened, and that your partner was an agent Fox Mulder. Am I correct in this information?"

"Yes. Have you gotten a hold of anyone over there? I would think that they would be more than a bit concerned that one of their agents is missing." Scully snapped sarcastically to the doctor. Scully noticed a strain in Dr. Armstrong's pause. He was beginning to speak, but at that moment, someone wearing a very strong perfume that smelled like White Diamonds stepped into the room.

It seemed that Dr. Armstrong's tension had been relieved. "Ah, Nurse Harrison, I see you are here to make our patient feel a bit better."

Scully knew what was coming and knew that she couldn't do anything about it for all she could do was hope that Mulder would find whatever hellhole she was in and perhaps accept her new crippled persona. It only hurt for a second, but as the thorazine drip began to take effect Scully sensed a black hole sucking her in further and further until she could sense no more. Her last moment of coherence left her to hope that this was just all a bad dream. If only.

CHAPTER 6 COMING SOON! Spoiler: New character introduction, though I'm not completely sure what I am going to do with them yet. Don't worry, not a love interest for Mulder or anything. PS sorry i haven't been writing as quickly, I got a stomach virus which has kind of kept me out for a little while. Am trying to catch up.