The New Girl Part II

            By Jinxd n Cursed

Chapter Eleven

Tears

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            Rianna and John were talking with the doctor. They had insisted on checking into the hotel and visiting with the people who found him before coming to the hospital.

            But they were there.

            Dana hesitated, hovering in the doorframe as if waiting for someone to tell her to get out or the sleeping form in the bed to wake up with a big smile and tell her to come in.

            But nothing happened.

            Hesitantly, she stepped quietly into the room. Three more tentative steps forward and she was by the bed. The man on the bed was obviously Mulder but he looked different. His face was puffy and distorted with small cuts and scratched everywhere. He looked like he was just sleeping but as the doctor explained; he was in a comatose state, unlikely to ever wake up.

            Dana collapsed into the uncomfortable-looking black chair beside the bed and reached for his hand. With her other hand, she stroked his cheek, his forehead, everywhere she could reach. Tears started to slide down her face, mixed tears. Tears of joy for finding the love of her life combined with tears of grief, knowing that it was doubtful he'd ever wake up. He would never get to see her walking down the aisle toward him on their wedding day, never get to see their child. She bit back a sob and buried her face on his shoulder.

            And there she stayed for hours on end, crying for the loss of her love and of her life as she knew it.

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            It was the first time since her cancer Dana had felt compelled to write a diary entry. She sat at the small table in her hotel room with a small leather bound book and a ballpoint pen, poised to write.

            It's been three months.

            Three months since he proposed, three months since I found out I'm pregnant, three months of swollen feet, morning sickness, and constant fatigue, three months since the love of my life went missing.

            And now three months draws to a close. Sure, my feet are still swollen and I'm always tired but I finally stopped barfing up everything. And Mulder is back. My Mulder.

            Too bad it's doubtful he'll wake up.

            He'll never see our child, we'll never get married, and I'll never get to tell him I love him one last time. I can feel my eyes fill with tears as I write this because for the first time in my life, I have no idea what I'm going to do. Everything used to seem so definite. Sure, we'd change the plan and things would turn out differently than we thought but there was a plan. I knew what I wanted. Now I don't. I don't want my child to grow up without a father but I don't think I could really ever love another man the way I love Mulder.

            Why does life have to be so damn complicated?

            Why couldn't I have chosen to be a family physician? Why can't I be married with two kids in a nice house in the suburbs with a dog and a white picket fence?

            Because I wouldn't be happy that way.

            Oh sure, I'd probably like it. I might be kind of happy. I might even love my husband but I'd always want something else. Without the X-files, I wouldn't be who I am. I guess these are the choices we make.

            All I really know right now is I want Mulder to wake up more than I've ever wanted anything in my entire life.

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            Dana took her usual place at her fiancĂ©'s bedside, reaching for his hand. They had been in the quiet Nebraska town for nearly two weeks. Something felt different though. His hand was too warm. She felt his forehead to find it was burning up.

            "Doctor Martin!" she called to the doctor who was conveniently outside the door talking to Rianna. "There's something wrong with him."

            "What do you mean?" he questioned with a slight frown.

            "His temperature is up," she said. "Just feel his forehead."

            He did as she suggested and glanced at the monitors. "Oh lord. He's at 103 and climbing! We've got to cool him down."

            "What's wrong?" Dana asked. "What's wrong?"

            "I'm sorry Agent Scully but I don't know," he said, hitting the button to call for nurses and raising the guardrails. "You're going to have to clear the room. We've got to have enough room to work."

            Rianna grabbed her shoulder and gently guided her out.

            Tears had started pouring across her cheeks. This was it, wasn't it? This would be the day the love of her life died.

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