A/N
Chapter 7! I can't believe it! Sorry Chapter 6 took so long, school was getting in the way. But I posted it and I'm happy. ^_^ Innywho, on to chapter 7.
*Warning* To those who are getting stuff from my story, please ask me first! Or else...
Insanity
The Search for the Cure
Lady Sanna (Formally known as: Blaktiger9)
Mulder carried Scully over to her bed and covered her with the blankets. Her temperature was dropping and her skin was like touching ice. Her complexion was getting paler by the minute.
He quickly walked over to the phone and dialed 911, alerting them of his partner's condition. The operator assured him that the ambulance was going to be there soon and moments later it did.
*~*~*
Mulder sat at her bedside, holding her hand. He was unsure of what was happening and anticipated the lab results on her situation.
She was like a lifeless doll. She wasn't responding to anything and she wasn't moving. Even her breathing was shallow. It was as if she was dead.
Mulder shook the thought from his mind. No, she's not dead, she's still alive.
He moved her hair away from her face, hoping that she would awake soon.
He closed his eyes and listened to the heartbeat monitor that beeped at a steady rate. It comforted him that she was still here. If she were to leave, he didn't know what he would do. She was the only one he could really trust. Mulder held her hand tighter, afraid that she would slip out and be lost forever.
Why couldn't it have been him? Why did it have to happen to her? She at least had a chance of living out her life. Now, she's in the hospital with an unknown sickness that's practically killing her and he's just sitting here, waiting for some kind of miracle. He felt so helpless, he couldn't stand it. What was he going to do?
The doctor came in with a file in his hand. "Mr. Mulder?"
The agent jolted away from his thoughts and noticed the man in front of him. "Y-Yeah?"
"I have the lab results." He flipped it open. "It seems that Dana has some kind of disease that's multiplying in her body. We don't know what it really is, but it seems that it's some kind of new, undiscovered bacteria. It's attacking her immune system and her respiratory system, greatly. Right now, we're trying to figure out what the cause of her disease is. But if we are not able to identify the bacteria and cure it before tomorrow morning, I'm afraid that..." His facial expression became sorrowful. "She will only have a ten percent chance of living... I am very sorry, we're doing everything we can."
Mulder blinked twice and couldn't believe what he just heard. Tomorrow morning? Ten percent?
"What are you going to give her while you're trying to figure out the cure?"
The doctor turned to another page in the file. "I'll have to discuss that with the other doctors first and we'll see what we can do to prolong the time that we have."
A nurse came in. "Doctor Barnes, we have another emergency. Please come quick."
"Excuse me." He made sure that everything was in order and followed the nurse outside.
Mulder recalled a situation that was similar to this. It reminded him of the time when she mysteriously appeared in the hospital, supposedly when she came back from her first abduction, only this is worse... much worse.
He had to think of something that he could do. He would do anything to save her. He retraced the case they had been working on.
Something came to mind.
Why didn't he think of this before? He could have been on a plane by now.
Mulder quickly pulled on his jacket. 'This has to work. I have to find the cure, before it's too late.'
He looked back at Scully and squeezed her hand. He leaned in close and whispered in her ear.
"Don't leave me." He kissed her lightly on the cheek and walked out, making sure to close the door behind him.
*~*~*
Crowfield, Kansas
10:26 p.m.
Mulder drove speedily through the traffic as fast as he could through the streets of Crowfield, with the police right behind him. The residents came out of their houses with their pj's and nightgowns to see what the whole commotion was about. Even the news reporters came out and raced against other competitors to get the story first.
It wasn't long before Mulder found the spot where they had entered the sewers. As soon as he stopped the car, he practically jumped out and ran to the sewer hole.
The police came jogging after him.
"We'll cover you." The leading officer lifted the lid and let Mulder climb inside.
When his feet hit the ground, a rumbling noise started to echo through the tunnels. It didn't sound like anything he had heard before. It sounded like some kind of huge machine or even a torture device.
He knew that that was where he was supposed to go. Four other officers dropped down and followed him down the tunnel. They walked silently, guns drawn, ready for anything that came their way.
Mulder followed the sound and found a door on his left.
'This had to be it.'
The noise was resounding from the inside. He tried the knob, but drew back his arm because of how hot it was. It was as if hell was on the other side... but that didn't stop him.
He signaled for one of the officers to break down the door. The officer nodded and rammed his shoulder against the wood, breaking it from the hinges. They pointed their guns out into the room.
Nothing. Even the noise completely stopped and all became quiet.
Mulder wanted to investigate the sound further, but he knew that he had no time. He had to keep on going.
The flashlights scanned the room and found a switch for the lights. He flipped it, and it became a little better to see but enough to do a thorough search. It was obvious that no one had been there for at least fifty years.
Cobwebs filled the corners and dust arose from everywhere. All the furniture had holes from the termites and were slowly rotting away.
Mulder didn't remember anything in this condition when he was captured by Cedar.
He blew some dust off the table and searched the drawers. A few files were left there, but they weren't useful. He searched the other desk but found absolutely nothing. Mulder slammed the drawers shut and ran his hand through his hair.
'Now where would she put it?' Nothing came to mind.
"Agent Mulder! I found something!" One of the officers shouted.
He arrived at the room and found, what was called, the Operation Room. He looked around and found a body lying on the metal surface of the table. It was lying there with its mouth wide open... like it was screaming. Its hands were strapped down and so with its feet.
Mulder walked over to it and examined the skeleton. There were slashes all over the bones, deep ones. He studied it closer and noticed a small notebook inside. He took it out and flipped through the pages. Something told him that this was what he was looking for.
He looked at his watch and noticed that it was already 2:57 a.m.
*~*~*
Back in Washington DC
Scully's Room
Mulder sat on the edge of her hospital bed, watching her sleep. She was so peaceful. It was like nothing bad was happening to her. Everything was all right and back to normal.
Normal... nothing was normal in their life, especially in their line of work. The X-Files was anything but normal. That's what he liked about it. It was more interesting to work with. It was out of the ordinary. Memories of all the cases they had worked on came back to him.
A knock on the door interrupted him from his thoughts. A partially bald man appeared in the doorway.
"Agent Mulder. How's Scully doing?" The AD walked in and stood next to Mulder.
"Not that great. Her condition isn't getting any better. It's only getting worse as time passes by. But I'm hoping that the doctors were able to pull out something out of the notes I found."
He only nodded and stood silently across from her bed.
Skinner took her chart and flipped through it. A dismal expression took place on his features. He slowly put back the chart and walked over to Mulder. He eyed the agent's own conditions.
"Mulder, I suggest that you get some rest." He placed his hand on my shoulder and left.
6:24 a.m.
I have not been able to sleep, I guess the Insomnia is getting to me again. The past few hours have been crucial for me and for everyone else. The doctor's have not yet been able to figure out a vaccine and it's almost seven o' clock.
The past events came back to haunt me.
The doctor came in and made sure that the door was closed. I could tell that what he was going to say was not going to make things better for Scully. He walked over to the monitors that surrounded her bed and frowned.
He then turned to me with a sorrowful look.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Mulder, but we haven't found anything yet." He looked down at the ground and looked back up at me.
"We're not sure that Dana will make it."
*~*~* To Be Continued... *~*~*
Chapter 7! I can't believe it! Sorry Chapter 6 took so long, school was getting in the way. But I posted it and I'm happy. ^_^ Innywho, on to chapter 7.
*Warning* To those who are getting stuff from my story, please ask me first! Or else...
Insanity
The Search for the Cure
Lady Sanna (Formally known as: Blaktiger9)
Mulder carried Scully over to her bed and covered her with the blankets. Her temperature was dropping and her skin was like touching ice. Her complexion was getting paler by the minute.
He quickly walked over to the phone and dialed 911, alerting them of his partner's condition. The operator assured him that the ambulance was going to be there soon and moments later it did.
*~*~*
Mulder sat at her bedside, holding her hand. He was unsure of what was happening and anticipated the lab results on her situation.
She was like a lifeless doll. She wasn't responding to anything and she wasn't moving. Even her breathing was shallow. It was as if she was dead.
Mulder shook the thought from his mind. No, she's not dead, she's still alive.
He moved her hair away from her face, hoping that she would awake soon.
He closed his eyes and listened to the heartbeat monitor that beeped at a steady rate. It comforted him that she was still here. If she were to leave, he didn't know what he would do. She was the only one he could really trust. Mulder held her hand tighter, afraid that she would slip out and be lost forever.
Why couldn't it have been him? Why did it have to happen to her? She at least had a chance of living out her life. Now, she's in the hospital with an unknown sickness that's practically killing her and he's just sitting here, waiting for some kind of miracle. He felt so helpless, he couldn't stand it. What was he going to do?
The doctor came in with a file in his hand. "Mr. Mulder?"
The agent jolted away from his thoughts and noticed the man in front of him. "Y-Yeah?"
"I have the lab results." He flipped it open. "It seems that Dana has some kind of disease that's multiplying in her body. We don't know what it really is, but it seems that it's some kind of new, undiscovered bacteria. It's attacking her immune system and her respiratory system, greatly. Right now, we're trying to figure out what the cause of her disease is. But if we are not able to identify the bacteria and cure it before tomorrow morning, I'm afraid that..." His facial expression became sorrowful. "She will only have a ten percent chance of living... I am very sorry, we're doing everything we can."
Mulder blinked twice and couldn't believe what he just heard. Tomorrow morning? Ten percent?
"What are you going to give her while you're trying to figure out the cure?"
The doctor turned to another page in the file. "I'll have to discuss that with the other doctors first and we'll see what we can do to prolong the time that we have."
A nurse came in. "Doctor Barnes, we have another emergency. Please come quick."
"Excuse me." He made sure that everything was in order and followed the nurse outside.
Mulder recalled a situation that was similar to this. It reminded him of the time when she mysteriously appeared in the hospital, supposedly when she came back from her first abduction, only this is worse... much worse.
He had to think of something that he could do. He would do anything to save her. He retraced the case they had been working on.
Something came to mind.
Why didn't he think of this before? He could have been on a plane by now.
Mulder quickly pulled on his jacket. 'This has to work. I have to find the cure, before it's too late.'
He looked back at Scully and squeezed her hand. He leaned in close and whispered in her ear.
"Don't leave me." He kissed her lightly on the cheek and walked out, making sure to close the door behind him.
*~*~*
Crowfield, Kansas
10:26 p.m.
Mulder drove speedily through the traffic as fast as he could through the streets of Crowfield, with the police right behind him. The residents came out of their houses with their pj's and nightgowns to see what the whole commotion was about. Even the news reporters came out and raced against other competitors to get the story first.
It wasn't long before Mulder found the spot where they had entered the sewers. As soon as he stopped the car, he practically jumped out and ran to the sewer hole.
The police came jogging after him.
"We'll cover you." The leading officer lifted the lid and let Mulder climb inside.
When his feet hit the ground, a rumbling noise started to echo through the tunnels. It didn't sound like anything he had heard before. It sounded like some kind of huge machine or even a torture device.
He knew that that was where he was supposed to go. Four other officers dropped down and followed him down the tunnel. They walked silently, guns drawn, ready for anything that came their way.
Mulder followed the sound and found a door on his left.
'This had to be it.'
The noise was resounding from the inside. He tried the knob, but drew back his arm because of how hot it was. It was as if hell was on the other side... but that didn't stop him.
He signaled for one of the officers to break down the door. The officer nodded and rammed his shoulder against the wood, breaking it from the hinges. They pointed their guns out into the room.
Nothing. Even the noise completely stopped and all became quiet.
Mulder wanted to investigate the sound further, but he knew that he had no time. He had to keep on going.
The flashlights scanned the room and found a switch for the lights. He flipped it, and it became a little better to see but enough to do a thorough search. It was obvious that no one had been there for at least fifty years.
Cobwebs filled the corners and dust arose from everywhere. All the furniture had holes from the termites and were slowly rotting away.
Mulder didn't remember anything in this condition when he was captured by Cedar.
He blew some dust off the table and searched the drawers. A few files were left there, but they weren't useful. He searched the other desk but found absolutely nothing. Mulder slammed the drawers shut and ran his hand through his hair.
'Now where would she put it?' Nothing came to mind.
"Agent Mulder! I found something!" One of the officers shouted.
He arrived at the room and found, what was called, the Operation Room. He looked around and found a body lying on the metal surface of the table. It was lying there with its mouth wide open... like it was screaming. Its hands were strapped down and so with its feet.
Mulder walked over to it and examined the skeleton. There were slashes all over the bones, deep ones. He studied it closer and noticed a small notebook inside. He took it out and flipped through the pages. Something told him that this was what he was looking for.
He looked at his watch and noticed that it was already 2:57 a.m.
*~*~*
Back in Washington DC
Scully's Room
Mulder sat on the edge of her hospital bed, watching her sleep. She was so peaceful. It was like nothing bad was happening to her. Everything was all right and back to normal.
Normal... nothing was normal in their life, especially in their line of work. The X-Files was anything but normal. That's what he liked about it. It was more interesting to work with. It was out of the ordinary. Memories of all the cases they had worked on came back to him.
A knock on the door interrupted him from his thoughts. A partially bald man appeared in the doorway.
"Agent Mulder. How's Scully doing?" The AD walked in and stood next to Mulder.
"Not that great. Her condition isn't getting any better. It's only getting worse as time passes by. But I'm hoping that the doctors were able to pull out something out of the notes I found."
He only nodded and stood silently across from her bed.
Skinner took her chart and flipped through it. A dismal expression took place on his features. He slowly put back the chart and walked over to Mulder. He eyed the agent's own conditions.
"Mulder, I suggest that you get some rest." He placed his hand on my shoulder and left.
6:24 a.m.
I have not been able to sleep, I guess the Insomnia is getting to me again. The past few hours have been crucial for me and for everyone else. The doctor's have not yet been able to figure out a vaccine and it's almost seven o' clock.
The past events came back to haunt me.
The doctor came in and made sure that the door was closed. I could tell that what he was going to say was not going to make things better for Scully. He walked over to the monitors that surrounded her bed and frowned.
He then turned to me with a sorrowful look.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Mulder, but we haven't found anything yet." He looked down at the ground and looked back up at me.
"We're not sure that Dana will make it."
*~*~* To Be Continued... *~*~*
