By Caitlin "Jinx" Wasson
Chapter Eleven
Dreaming…
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Fox rushed down the corridor. The doctors had called him right in the middle of class.
"There you are, Dr. Mulder," Dr. Dracken said. "I'm Dr, Dracken. I'll be delivering your wife's babies."
"What's the deal?" Fox asked.
"Her labor is progressing very quickly. I expect her to deliver within the next two hours." A frown creased his brow.
"But…" Fox prompted, wanting to know why he frowned.
"I'd feel more comfortable doing a Cesarean section with quads," he said. "But all the operating rooms and all the delivery rooms are full and I'm short staffed."
"But what if something goes wrong?" Mulder questioned, now extremely worried. It hadn't exactly been a picture-perfect pregnancy.
"We're doing the best we can, Dr. Mulder," Dr. Dracken told him. "If anything changes, I'll be sure to let you know."
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