Chapter 9
Sometimes your heart can tell you more then your head.
How very true that statement was. Mulder, a dead man, laid in a hospital bed dying. It didn't seem right, but it was.
I remembering Skinner say, " I don't truly believe that... Mulder's the last." He was a man of his word. I should have believed him. I wanted to believe him, but I just couldn't; I actually believe that life could be that cruel.
" I know that usually when people are on their death beds others usually say words of encouragement, but, Mulder, I don't know what to say. I'll just have to get straight to the point...It's not your time. You still have a lot a living to do. So much is left unanswered and your the only one that can find the answers," I lectured Mulder, sitting by his hospital bed." We've been though so many battles together, but I'm afraid this one you'll have to face alone."
The door open and Skinner came in. His eyes widen as he saw Mulder's condition.
" You want to go home? It's getting pretty late," Skinner asked.
" No...I learn from my mistake. I'm not letting him out of my sight," I responded. Skinner look at me for a second. I smirked a little.