*CHAPTER 3*
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Mulder wondered if this man was ever capable of shutting up. No matter what he said, he seemed to be getting nowhere with him. Through all of this, he felt as though he was becoming sleepier by the second. He hated being hooked up to all of the I.V.'s.
"So, if you think that what I'm telling you isn't real, where would you suggest I got all this information from?" Mulder was finally giving in, his sleepiness getting the best of him.
"You say you were taken up by a spacecraft?"
*There he goes with another question,* Mulder thought.
"You could say that, yes," he answered him blankly.
"Well according to your wife, you are known for having a slight obsession with the paranormal," he said with a chuckle.
"My *wife*?" he said in complete shock.
"Yes, she works here. She was going to come see you after her shift because you were sleeping when she came earlier," he explained.
"Sleep. That sounds good right now," Mulder mumbled, his eyelids weighing down heavily, nearly covering his eyes.
Before the man could excuse himself from the room to allow Mulder to rest, he was already sound asleep. ...
Mulder awoke to the muffled sound of talking outside of his hospital room. He noticed he was hooked up to tubes but couldn't remember why, and wondered how long he had been there.
He barely had his eyes opened when a woman began to enter the room. She was a red head who appeared to be a few years younger than him, her eyes bore deeply into his with a sincere look of concern. The man who Mulder talked with earlier entered the room close behind the woman.
"Rebecca has come to see you," the man said warmly as he exited the room, leaving the door open a crack.
"Daniel," she whispered.
Mulder felt dazed and wasn't clear on much that was going on. He couldn't remember who he really was anymore. He felt sorry for this woman and the fact that he couldn't recognize her.
Though He tried to remember, he could not.
"Hello, Rebecca," is the best he could do.
"It's okay if you don't remember me," she said with reassurance, although it clearly hurt her to see him react to her in this way.
"I'm sorry," he said as he rubbed his temples, almost embarassed that he still didn't know her.
She watched him eyeing her over for a minute, noticing he still looked at her in the way that a complete stranger would have looked at her. She soon took a seat and laid her hand over his.
"I'm Rebecca Foster...your wife," she stated, hoping he would remember something.
Mulder's head was spinning, he couldn't remember a thing. Had she not addressed him as Daniel, he wouldn't even have remembered his own name. The fact that he didn't know this woman who was his own wife frusterated him even more.
A blinding pain soon shot through his temples, and he bent forward as his vision seemed to white out. Before him he saw a quick glimpse of a woman who's face he could not make out, though her hair was no doubt flaming red. He tried to see who she was, to remember anything about her, but the glimpse faded as quickly as it had come. ...
After a week in the hospital room, things started feeling slightly claustrophobic and Mulder was anxious to get out. His wife said that the doctor's were arranging for a few tests to be run on him before he could be admitted into the ward where they housed their regular patients.
Ever since he saw the glance of the woman with the red hair, he couldn't stop thinking about it. Sometimes things would come back to him quickly, but before he could remember correctly they would leave him again.
He sat there and thought about her, wondering what significance she had in his life and if she ever thought of him. He could remember feeling something different for her than he remembered feeling for anyone else. Although he didn't know who she was, seeing her somehow comforted him more than anything else could.
Maybe these were memories of his wife, but he didn't know for sure.
"Time for your pills," the nurse said as she entered the room with a pill cup in one hand and a glass of water in the other.
The pills slid smoothly down his throat and he thanked the nurse as he handed back to her the empty glass.
"The doctor's will be taking you in shortly for some tests," she said with a smile as she left.
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Again, I am really busy so there won't be posts for a couple of days :P
thanks for your patience,
~*Jess*~
...
Mulder wondered if this man was ever capable of shutting up. No matter what he said, he seemed to be getting nowhere with him. Through all of this, he felt as though he was becoming sleepier by the second. He hated being hooked up to all of the I.V.'s.
"So, if you think that what I'm telling you isn't real, where would you suggest I got all this information from?" Mulder was finally giving in, his sleepiness getting the best of him.
"You say you were taken up by a spacecraft?"
*There he goes with another question,* Mulder thought.
"You could say that, yes," he answered him blankly.
"Well according to your wife, you are known for having a slight obsession with the paranormal," he said with a chuckle.
"My *wife*?" he said in complete shock.
"Yes, she works here. She was going to come see you after her shift because you were sleeping when she came earlier," he explained.
"Sleep. That sounds good right now," Mulder mumbled, his eyelids weighing down heavily, nearly covering his eyes.
Before the man could excuse himself from the room to allow Mulder to rest, he was already sound asleep. ...
Mulder awoke to the muffled sound of talking outside of his hospital room. He noticed he was hooked up to tubes but couldn't remember why, and wondered how long he had been there.
He barely had his eyes opened when a woman began to enter the room. She was a red head who appeared to be a few years younger than him, her eyes bore deeply into his with a sincere look of concern. The man who Mulder talked with earlier entered the room close behind the woman.
"Rebecca has come to see you," the man said warmly as he exited the room, leaving the door open a crack.
"Daniel," she whispered.
Mulder felt dazed and wasn't clear on much that was going on. He couldn't remember who he really was anymore. He felt sorry for this woman and the fact that he couldn't recognize her.
Though He tried to remember, he could not.
"Hello, Rebecca," is the best he could do.
"It's okay if you don't remember me," she said with reassurance, although it clearly hurt her to see him react to her in this way.
"I'm sorry," he said as he rubbed his temples, almost embarassed that he still didn't know her.
She watched him eyeing her over for a minute, noticing he still looked at her in the way that a complete stranger would have looked at her. She soon took a seat and laid her hand over his.
"I'm Rebecca Foster...your wife," she stated, hoping he would remember something.
Mulder's head was spinning, he couldn't remember a thing. Had she not addressed him as Daniel, he wouldn't even have remembered his own name. The fact that he didn't know this woman who was his own wife frusterated him even more.
A blinding pain soon shot through his temples, and he bent forward as his vision seemed to white out. Before him he saw a quick glimpse of a woman who's face he could not make out, though her hair was no doubt flaming red. He tried to see who she was, to remember anything about her, but the glimpse faded as quickly as it had come. ...
After a week in the hospital room, things started feeling slightly claustrophobic and Mulder was anxious to get out. His wife said that the doctor's were arranging for a few tests to be run on him before he could be admitted into the ward where they housed their regular patients.
Ever since he saw the glance of the woman with the red hair, he couldn't stop thinking about it. Sometimes things would come back to him quickly, but before he could remember correctly they would leave him again.
He sat there and thought about her, wondering what significance she had in his life and if she ever thought of him. He could remember feeling something different for her than he remembered feeling for anyone else. Although he didn't know who she was, seeing her somehow comforted him more than anything else could.
Maybe these were memories of his wife, but he didn't know for sure.
"Time for your pills," the nurse said as she entered the room with a pill cup in one hand and a glass of water in the other.
The pills slid smoothly down his throat and he thanked the nurse as he handed back to her the empty glass.
"The doctor's will be taking you in shortly for some tests," she said with a smile as she left.
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Again, I am really busy so there won't be posts for a couple of days :P
thanks for your patience,
~*Jess*~