Title: Nothing to be worried about

Author: Gillian Leigh

Disclaimer: Don't own 'em... but you already knew that.

Summary: A post-operative meeting between doctor and patient's father, and someone has a little run-in with security.. heh heh heh. ::rubs hands together evilly::

Mulder sat in the waiting room, with his head in his hands, waiting for news of how Eve's surgery went, when he heard someone clear her throat. He looked up to find Dr. Carver standing in front of him.

"Mr. Mulder..."

"Please, just call me Mulder." She nodded, and smiled.

"Eve's surgery went well. Her appendix was close to bursting, so it was good that you got her here as quickly as you did, because if it had ruptured, it would've wreaked havoc on her other organs. She should come out of the anesthesia in two or three hours." Overjoyed and relieved, Mulder didn't take the time to think what he was doing before he quickly wrapped her up in a hug. Dana was startled as he lifted her off the floor, and he said,

"Thank you, Dr. Carver." She smiled.

"Dana, please. Or Coach D., whichever you prefer." He set her down, and once he had released her from his embrace, he saw that her nose was bleeding.

"Dana... your nose..." Her hand flew to her upper lip and she pulled a tissue from her pocket, applying pressure in hopes of stopping the bleeding. Mulder looked rather concerned, but Dana simply shook her head.

"It's no big deal. Nothing to be worried about," she said, and removed the tissue, noting that the bleeding had stopped as quickly as it had started. "You may go see Eve if you want, and I'll go talk to your wife." Mulder looked up to find Diana entering through the doors of the hospital with all the force and bluster of a hurricane. He ducked off down the hall, and left Dana to speak with Diana.

"What the hell happened?" he heard his ex-wife demand loudly, and shook his head, feeling instantaneous pity for Dana. He wouldn't wish the wrath of his ex-wife on anyone.

~(X)~

"Mrs. Mulder," Dana began, her temper beginning to override her cool, clinical doctor's rationale. "If you don't calm down, I'm going to have to ask you to leave."

"I want to know, *Dana* who put you in charge?" Diana asked, sneering.

"Well, *Diana*, it's Dr. Carver to you, first of all, and second of all, I am the physician in charge of this ward, and if you have a problem with the way I am conducting business here, the door is to your left, and my superior's office is to your right. Which direction you go is your decision." Dana began walking away, but Diana forcefully grabbed her by the arm and yanked her back.

"Do not walk away from me, *Doctor* *Carver*. I asked you why I was not *immediately* contacted when my daughter was brought into the emergency room!"

"I'm sorry I didn't just *dash* to the nearest phone and call you, Mrs. Mulder, but I was busy diagnosing your daughter's appendicitis and then preparing her for surgery that very well saved her damn *life*!" Dana shouted, growing red in the face. "Now, Mrs. Mulder, for the sake of all my patients who are trying to get some rest, I ask that you leave immediately. If you don't comply with my wishes, I won't hesitate to have security escort you off the premises."

"I'm not leaving until I see my daughter."

"No one is *allowed* to see your daughter just yet, Mrs. Mulder," Dana said, exasperatedly, knowing that at the moment Mulder was in the room. She would just as soon lie to this woman to avoid the conflict between her and her husband. "Visiting hours are over."

"I'm *not* leaving," Diana said, emphatically, crossing her arms.

"You are now," Dana said, and over her shoulder she yelled, "Security!" Two burly-looking guards approached, and she said, "Burt, Joe, please escort Mrs. Mulder to her car."

"You got it, Dr. Carver," Burt said, and he and Joe escorted a red-faced Diana out of the building.