A/N: Big thanks to all those lovely reviews! *so happy* Siriusly, er, seriously, I don't even know what's going to happen to Scully. The characters write the story, really… and I'll give a huuuuge thanks to everybody when this story ends.

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What's all that commotion around me? Am I still asleep? Why is it all dark? Where's the light switch?

"She's coming around!"

"Sir, please move back, we have administer first aid."

"Sir, you know the procedures, being an FBI agent yourself. Please move back."

Whoever was holding me obviously didn't listen, because I only felt the grip on my hand tighten.

"Scully? Scully? Can you hear me? Please wake up…"

"Sir! Please step back!"

I opened my eyes slowly, only slightly aware of the rain. Mulder's face was instantly there in front of me, his eyes red like he had been crying.

"Scully? Hang in there. I'm here with you, okay?"

Mulder was suddenly pulled back by two men in police uniforms and people in white moved in instantly. Things - needles I'm guessing - were poked into me, and people were touching me everywhere.

I was scared though. I wanted Mulder back, if not touching me, at least in my line of sight. I tried to say his name, tried to sit up and find him, but was pushed back down. Not to mention the pain made me sort of faint. Pain… where was I hurt? Or better yet, WHY? I remember nothing.

I was cold though, and tired. Sleepy even, but who sleeps in the rain? Warm rain at that. A change of clothes would be nice. I started to close my eyes but was jolted back awake.

"Scully! Stay awake! Please don't leave me, God, please don't leave me."

Why was Mulder sobbing? All I wanted was to sleep… but the desperate look on Mulder's handsome face made me stay awake, at least partially. My face was getting warm. There was warm, wet stuff on it. Warm and wet?

"… losing blood… get her… hospital…" I over heard one of the people in white - my brain finally found the right word for them: EMTs - say.

Blood? Was that blood on my face? Why am I bleeding? What is happening? Why am I so tired?

Mulder, I'm scared…

"… not… make it…"