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Grace was kneeling on a chair clutching Mulder's hand in her own. She was praying and I paused in the doorway to listen to her. "Oh Lord. Look down from heaven, behold, visit and relieve this thy servant. Look up on him with the eyes of thy mercy, give him comfort and sure confidence in thee, defend him from the danger of the enemy, and keep him in perpetual peace and safety through Jesus Christ our Lord."
"Amen," I whispered.
"Hear us, almighty and most merciful God and Saviour; extend thy accustomed goodness to this thy servant who is grieved with sickness. Sanctify, we beseech thee, this thy fatherly correction to him; that the sense of his weakness may add strength to his faith, and seriousness to his repentance: that, if it shall be thy good pleasure to restore him to his former health, he may lead residue of his life in thy fear, and to thy glory: or else give him grace so to take thy visitation, that, after hits painful life ended, he may dwell with thee in life everlasting, through Jesus Christ our lord."
"Amen," I whispered again. Grace blessed Mulder and kissed his forehead before standing and walking towards me.
"Recite your faith." She said. I opened my mouth to speak. She put a finger to my lips. "Only, if you believe it."
"I believe in God the Father Almighty, Maker of Heaven and Earth. And in Jesus Chris his only Son our Lord, Who was conceived by the Holy Ghost and Born of the Virgin Mary," I started. She stopped me again and smiled. She handed me a small red book about three by two inches and about a quarter of an inch thick." She smiled again and walked past me. I looked up and saw Mulder looking at me.
"Scully," someone called me, "Agent Scully."
I gasped and came awake. I was sitting beside Mulder's hospital bed. His eyes were closed, nothing had changed. It was a dream. I looked up at Skinner.
"Have you been here all night?" He asked. I nodded. "You look like shit."
"It was raining last night." I said. I yawned and stretched something fell to the floor. A small red book. I bent down and picked it up. A gold cross was printed on the front on the side the words 'To heal the sick' were printed in simple lettering. I opened the book and read the prayer Grace had said in my dream.
I took one of Mulder's hands and started reading. After the final amen I added my own prayer. "Please God give me a miracle." I blessed Mulder and kissed his forehead. For a second nothing happened. Then Mulder's heartbeat started to increase and he started to gasp.
"What's happening?" Skinner asked.
"He's fighting the respirators." I said pulling the tubes from his mouth. "He's breathing on his own."
"Sweet Merciful Christ." Skinner said.
"He is merciful." I said softly. "Mulder, can you hear me? Mulder?" I called again.
"Scully," He said weakly and his eyes opened.
"Oh thank God." I said and started to cry. I squeezed his hand and placed soft kisses all over his face. "I love you." I said. He blinked rapidly a couple of times then smiled.
"I love you too." He said. I kissed him square on the mouth this time.
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