A/N
Chapter 8, finally! Thanks to those who reviewed and supported me along the way! ::Hands out kudos and X-File stuff.
Once again, I do not own the X-Files or any of the characters, however I do own the fic! So please do not take anything from it.
Insanity
Life or Death
Lady Sanna
8:54 a.m.
Scully's Room
Washington DC
Scully was still in a coma. It seems as if she wasn't going to come out of it. She just seemed to sleep in an endless dream. Her conditions aren't getting any better and she seems as if she is slipping away, slowly.
Mulder sat on the edge of her bed and looked at her. Her complexion was as pale as her pillow she lay against. Her skin was so cold to the touch, yet she was as soft as a porcelain doll. Even her hair was losing that orange-ish radiance he loved so much.
The heart monitor started to slow down and was on the verge of becoming monotonous.
Mulder looked at it and the sound that he feared most was filling the whole room. The single tone pierced the air around him.
Her heart had stopped.
"Nurse!" He shouted. "We need someone in here now!"
The nurse rushed in with the doctor. "Excuse me, sir, but I have to ask you to leave." She pushed him out and shut the door.
This was not happening. He couldn't afford to lose her. She was the only person he trusted with his life. She just had to live.
Mulder sat in a chair in front of her room and looked down at the floor beneath him. Why now? Why her?
*~*~*
Someone nudged Mulder's shoulder. He opened his eyes and the doctor stood in front of him. He was afraid of the news that was to be spoken.
"Mr. Mulder. We have Dana stabilized and her immunity system is beginning to become stronger. However, we still need to find something to strengthen her body. Other than that, she's doing a lot better." He smiled and wiped some sweat from his forehead.
"So does that mean that she's going to make it?" Mulder hoped for a positive answer.
"Well, her chance of living went up tremendously. She's now up at sixty percent, but we're not sure if we're going to be able to fight the bacteria that's in her body. So far, the other doctors have found little on the cure."
The agent nodded. At least they had found something useful. "Thanks."
"Sure. If you need anything else, I'll be around." He tucked his clipboard under his arm and went to another room.
He had to think of something fast. Mulder ran his hand through his hair and thought of another idea. There had to be some information in Strausberg's notes. He rushed to the parking garage and headed for his apartment.
*~*~*
12:09 a.m.
Mulder searched through his messy apartment for the files. Where could he have put them? The papers dropped on the floor as he desperately tried to locate them. He searched his bedroom and found them atop his side table.
He sat down on the couch and started to search for some kind of formula. Page after page after page of days that probably had never happened in Strausberg's actual life. As time passed, he started to get restless. He knew that time was not on their side and it was slipping away as he read each and every word.
He got to the last few pages and something stuck out. 10683 was at the top of the page in bold letters. The rest of the page was blank. Mulder examined it closely. Faint letters could be seen if he tilted the page a certain way.
He turned on his light and let it sit there for a while. After a few minutes, he turned off the light and tried to get the room as dark as possible.
Green letters then filled the page. The words were now easy to read. He knew those little glow-in-the-dark books would be helpful in the future. Mulder took a pad of paper and started to write down the cure.
He ripped the paper out and rushed back to the hospital.
*~*~*
2:20 p.m.
Scully's Room
The doctors were once again at work to find the cure for Scully. Mulder didn't know if they were going to be able to devise a medicine in time. He could only hope.
Mulder looked at his watch a few minutes later. He didn't realize that the minutes had just become hours.
What was taking them so long? Was it that hard to follow directions? Don't they know that a life is at stake?
Mulder sighed. What was he thinking? Of course, they were doing all they could.
The door opened and the doctor popped in with a big smile on his face. "Mr. Mulder, we have found the cure! I can't believe it, but we've found it!"
Relief filled his body.
He took out the tube and syringe and started to inject the fluid into her arm. "Those instructions were very helpful. She probably wouldn't have made it, if it wasn't for you."
Mulder smiled and cleared his throat. "So, how long until the medicine will kick in?"
"Oh in about a few minutes, but don't worry, she will come to." He took her chart and started to write things down. "Okay, now that she's well taken care of. I'm afraid that I have to go. Excuse me." He walked out.
He looked back at Scully and knew for sure that everything was going to be all right.
2:58 p.m.
Scully's heart rate suddenly beeped at a higher rate. She tried to open her eyes but had to close them again from the blinding light.
"Ughh.. Where am I?" She barely had any strength in her. She tried to move her hand, but something heavy was on it. Panic raced through her as she started to think that she was somehow paralyzed. She painfully opened her eyes and noticed that the object was lightly snoring.
As her eyes adjusted to the brightness of the room, the object was becoming clearer. She was comforted that it was just Mulder.
She slowly sat up in her bed. "M-Mulder?"
He jerked his head up. "Scully...?" He thought he was dreaming, but he just knew that this was real. "I-I can't believe it." His hand caressed her cheek as he looked at her eyes, her lips, her face. She was back.
"Mulder, what happened to me?" She didn't remember much, but an immense abdominal pain. Then she blacked out and now she finds herself in the hospital.
"To make a long story short. You were about to die because of some unknown bacteria that was making your immune and respiratory system weak. I luckily found the cure in Strausberg's notes and the doctors were able to save you in time."
She tried to process the information all at once. "All of that was happening while I was in a coma?"
He nodded.
"How did-"
"Uh.. Scully, I think you should rest. I'm going to call the doctor." He could tell that she was back to her old self again. Mulder left the room leaving his partner who was still curious about her condition.
"Wait, Mulder!" The door shut and she sighed. "Oh well, I'll find out later."
*~*~*
Four Days Later
8:06 p.m.
Scully finished typing up her report, but there were still questions that remained unanswered. She tried to think of scientific theories, but they just didn't match up. She guessed that these questions didn't need answers and that they should remain unanswered.
The autopsy report on the body that Mulder found in the sewers, was in fact Dr. Jason Strausberg's. The slashes on the bones were from whips and an unidentified sticky substance was also found. The lab reports on the substance had not yet been sent.
The female FBI agent saved the document and shut off her laptop.
"Mulder, I'm ready!" She wheeled herself over to the coat rack and tried to put on her jacket. The doctors had to put her in a wheelchair for precautions. She assured them that she would be fine, but they insisted.
Her partner appeared and opened the door for her. "Are you sure you don't need me to push you? You seem to have a little trouble."
She looked up at him. "No, it's okay." She was strong. She could do it herself.
Mulder closed the door and walked beside her. "Hey Scully, you and I both know that you don't have to use the wheelchair. You can just walk if you want."
She stopped and thought about it. "Yeah, you're right, but I do have to follow the doctor's orders."
"You can just say that you were practicing on walking on your own."
Scully's eyes scanned his face and she knew that he had thought of something, but she wasn't sure what. "Okay, but what if I fall?"
"I'll catch you." He assured her.
She trusted him and stood up. It felt odd standing, since she was confined to the bed and wheelchair for a certain amount of time. She started to lose her balance, but steadied herself.
Mulder stood close to her, just in case she was about to fall. He watched her as she started to take a few steps forward. She got better and better, but then she started to wobble and fell right into his arms.
"See? I caught you." He looked down at her. She seemed tired. Probably from the medicine she was taking. "Sleepy?"
"Yeah, kind of." Her eye lids started to get heavy and she started to relax against him.
"Do you want me to carry you or do you want the wheelchair?"
"Carry, please? I don't want to stay in the wheelchair anymore."
He picked her up, with one arm supporting her back and the other under her legs. She lay her head on his shoulder and wrapped her arms around his neck. She felt so safe and warm as she was being carried. It felt like everything had gone back to normal. Everything except their relationship.
It was different. She felt so much closer to him.
She could feel Mulder's breath on her face and her heart started to beat faster. He gently kissed the top of her head. Was this real or was it just... insanity? She didn't have the strength to linger on the subject any longer. She just wanted to be like this, in his arms.
Scully smiled and nestled closer to him.
"Mulder... I will never leave you."
*~*~*
Case Closed: February 22, 2004
Chapter 8, finally! Thanks to those who reviewed and supported me along the way! ::Hands out kudos and X-File stuff.
Once again, I do not own the X-Files or any of the characters, however I do own the fic! So please do not take anything from it.
Insanity
Life or Death
Lady Sanna
8:54 a.m.
Scully's Room
Washington DC
Scully was still in a coma. It seems as if she wasn't going to come out of it. She just seemed to sleep in an endless dream. Her conditions aren't getting any better and she seems as if she is slipping away, slowly.
Mulder sat on the edge of her bed and looked at her. Her complexion was as pale as her pillow she lay against. Her skin was so cold to the touch, yet she was as soft as a porcelain doll. Even her hair was losing that orange-ish radiance he loved so much.
The heart monitor started to slow down and was on the verge of becoming monotonous.
Mulder looked at it and the sound that he feared most was filling the whole room. The single tone pierced the air around him.
Her heart had stopped.
"Nurse!" He shouted. "We need someone in here now!"
The nurse rushed in with the doctor. "Excuse me, sir, but I have to ask you to leave." She pushed him out and shut the door.
This was not happening. He couldn't afford to lose her. She was the only person he trusted with his life. She just had to live.
Mulder sat in a chair in front of her room and looked down at the floor beneath him. Why now? Why her?
*~*~*
Someone nudged Mulder's shoulder. He opened his eyes and the doctor stood in front of him. He was afraid of the news that was to be spoken.
"Mr. Mulder. We have Dana stabilized and her immunity system is beginning to become stronger. However, we still need to find something to strengthen her body. Other than that, she's doing a lot better." He smiled and wiped some sweat from his forehead.
"So does that mean that she's going to make it?" Mulder hoped for a positive answer.
"Well, her chance of living went up tremendously. She's now up at sixty percent, but we're not sure if we're going to be able to fight the bacteria that's in her body. So far, the other doctors have found little on the cure."
The agent nodded. At least they had found something useful. "Thanks."
"Sure. If you need anything else, I'll be around." He tucked his clipboard under his arm and went to another room.
He had to think of something fast. Mulder ran his hand through his hair and thought of another idea. There had to be some information in Strausberg's notes. He rushed to the parking garage and headed for his apartment.
*~*~*
12:09 a.m.
Mulder searched through his messy apartment for the files. Where could he have put them? The papers dropped on the floor as he desperately tried to locate them. He searched his bedroom and found them atop his side table.
He sat down on the couch and started to search for some kind of formula. Page after page after page of days that probably had never happened in Strausberg's actual life. As time passed, he started to get restless. He knew that time was not on their side and it was slipping away as he read each and every word.
He got to the last few pages and something stuck out. 10683 was at the top of the page in bold letters. The rest of the page was blank. Mulder examined it closely. Faint letters could be seen if he tilted the page a certain way.
He turned on his light and let it sit there for a while. After a few minutes, he turned off the light and tried to get the room as dark as possible.
Green letters then filled the page. The words were now easy to read. He knew those little glow-in-the-dark books would be helpful in the future. Mulder took a pad of paper and started to write down the cure.
He ripped the paper out and rushed back to the hospital.
*~*~*
2:20 p.m.
Scully's Room
The doctors were once again at work to find the cure for Scully. Mulder didn't know if they were going to be able to devise a medicine in time. He could only hope.
Mulder looked at his watch a few minutes later. He didn't realize that the minutes had just become hours.
What was taking them so long? Was it that hard to follow directions? Don't they know that a life is at stake?
Mulder sighed. What was he thinking? Of course, they were doing all they could.
The door opened and the doctor popped in with a big smile on his face. "Mr. Mulder, we have found the cure! I can't believe it, but we've found it!"
Relief filled his body.
He took out the tube and syringe and started to inject the fluid into her arm. "Those instructions were very helpful. She probably wouldn't have made it, if it wasn't for you."
Mulder smiled and cleared his throat. "So, how long until the medicine will kick in?"
"Oh in about a few minutes, but don't worry, she will come to." He took her chart and started to write things down. "Okay, now that she's well taken care of. I'm afraid that I have to go. Excuse me." He walked out.
He looked back at Scully and knew for sure that everything was going to be all right.
2:58 p.m.
Scully's heart rate suddenly beeped at a higher rate. She tried to open her eyes but had to close them again from the blinding light.
"Ughh.. Where am I?" She barely had any strength in her. She tried to move her hand, but something heavy was on it. Panic raced through her as she started to think that she was somehow paralyzed. She painfully opened her eyes and noticed that the object was lightly snoring.
As her eyes adjusted to the brightness of the room, the object was becoming clearer. She was comforted that it was just Mulder.
She slowly sat up in her bed. "M-Mulder?"
He jerked his head up. "Scully...?" He thought he was dreaming, but he just knew that this was real. "I-I can't believe it." His hand caressed her cheek as he looked at her eyes, her lips, her face. She was back.
"Mulder, what happened to me?" She didn't remember much, but an immense abdominal pain. Then she blacked out and now she finds herself in the hospital.
"To make a long story short. You were about to die because of some unknown bacteria that was making your immune and respiratory system weak. I luckily found the cure in Strausberg's notes and the doctors were able to save you in time."
She tried to process the information all at once. "All of that was happening while I was in a coma?"
He nodded.
"How did-"
"Uh.. Scully, I think you should rest. I'm going to call the doctor." He could tell that she was back to her old self again. Mulder left the room leaving his partner who was still curious about her condition.
"Wait, Mulder!" The door shut and she sighed. "Oh well, I'll find out later."
*~*~*
Four Days Later
8:06 p.m.
Scully finished typing up her report, but there were still questions that remained unanswered. She tried to think of scientific theories, but they just didn't match up. She guessed that these questions didn't need answers and that they should remain unanswered.
The autopsy report on the body that Mulder found in the sewers, was in fact Dr. Jason Strausberg's. The slashes on the bones were from whips and an unidentified sticky substance was also found. The lab reports on the substance had not yet been sent.
The female FBI agent saved the document and shut off her laptop.
"Mulder, I'm ready!" She wheeled herself over to the coat rack and tried to put on her jacket. The doctors had to put her in a wheelchair for precautions. She assured them that she would be fine, but they insisted.
Her partner appeared and opened the door for her. "Are you sure you don't need me to push you? You seem to have a little trouble."
She looked up at him. "No, it's okay." She was strong. She could do it herself.
Mulder closed the door and walked beside her. "Hey Scully, you and I both know that you don't have to use the wheelchair. You can just walk if you want."
She stopped and thought about it. "Yeah, you're right, but I do have to follow the doctor's orders."
"You can just say that you were practicing on walking on your own."
Scully's eyes scanned his face and she knew that he had thought of something, but she wasn't sure what. "Okay, but what if I fall?"
"I'll catch you." He assured her.
She trusted him and stood up. It felt odd standing, since she was confined to the bed and wheelchair for a certain amount of time. She started to lose her balance, but steadied herself.
Mulder stood close to her, just in case she was about to fall. He watched her as she started to take a few steps forward. She got better and better, but then she started to wobble and fell right into his arms.
"See? I caught you." He looked down at her. She seemed tired. Probably from the medicine she was taking. "Sleepy?"
"Yeah, kind of." Her eye lids started to get heavy and she started to relax against him.
"Do you want me to carry you or do you want the wheelchair?"
"Carry, please? I don't want to stay in the wheelchair anymore."
He picked her up, with one arm supporting her back and the other under her legs. She lay her head on his shoulder and wrapped her arms around his neck. She felt so safe and warm as she was being carried. It felt like everything had gone back to normal. Everything except their relationship.
It was different. She felt so much closer to him.
She could feel Mulder's breath on her face and her heart started to beat faster. He gently kissed the top of her head. Was this real or was it just... insanity? She didn't have the strength to linger on the subject any longer. She just wanted to be like this, in his arms.
Scully smiled and nestled closer to him.
"Mulder... I will never leave you."
*~*~*
Case Closed: February 22, 2004
