Part 7
The ambulance has now unloaded Mulder at the Georgetown Hospital and has wheeled him into the Emergency Room. A nurse stops Scully from following the ER team into one of the cubicles.
"I'm sorry Miss, you can't go in there."
"I'm a Doctor. I need to see if he is okay", yells Scully angrily at the nurse.
"The ER team has wonderful doctors. He will be fine", the nurse reassures Scully leading her out into the waiting area. The receptionist motions Scully over.
"I understand you are the patient's fiancee. Could you please give us some background information?"
"I uh.. yeah I guess so", says Scully continuing living the lie.
"Okay, name?"
"Dana Katherine Scully", says Scully staring at the closed ER door.
"No! The patient's name", says the receptionist slightly annoyed.
"Oh, I'm sorry", says Scully turning toward the woman sitting at the desk. "Fox William Mulder."
"Is that a nickname?", asks the woman as she types it into the computer.
"No, that is his real name", says Scully looking annoyed.
"Okay, whatever", says the receptionist raising her eyebrows.
"Birth date?"
"October 13, 1961."
"Address?"
"2630 Hegal Place, Apt. 42, Alexandria, Virginia 23242", replies Scully.
"Insurance Carrier?"
"We're both FBI Agents. We're covered through the bureau", says Scully. "He must have his policy number on him."
"Okay, I guess there is enough information here to get us by for now."
Just then a doctor comes out of the ER. "Miss Scully? I just wanted to let you know that Mr. Mulder is awake, however he is going to have quite a hangover. I think it would be best if he spent the night in the hospital."
"Is that really necessary", asks Scully. "I'm a doctor, could I see him?"
"Oh, I didn't realize that you are a doctor. If you can keep a watch over him, at least for the next twenty-four hours he can go home."
"Oh, thats not a problem", says Scully walking past the doctor and into the cubicle. She approaches his bedside. His eyes are closed. "Mulder? Its me. Can you hear me?"
Mulder opens his eyes. "Hey there Danahhh. What are you doing in my bedroom?". He slurs his words.
"Mulder, you drank too much and you are in the hospital", says Scully softly. She brushes a lock of his hair off his forehead. "Do you remember anything?"
"No, I can't remember much", says Mulder rubbing his eyes. "I don't know what I was doing. I think I was at Hooters."
Scully grimaces. "You can go home Mulder, but I am taking you to my place to recuperate. We can work on the post Valentine Ball when you are feeling better."
"I get to bunk in with you?", asks Mulder sleepily. He closes his eyes.
"Well, you can stay with me tonight and most of tomorrow. You were really sick Mulder. I don't know why you did what you did, but you could have died. Do you know how that makes me feel?", asks Scully trying to talk without choking.
"I'm sorry Sculleee. By the way, Happy Valentine's Day. I love.." He passes out.
The ambulance has now unloaded Mulder at the Georgetown Hospital and has wheeled him into the Emergency Room. A nurse stops Scully from following the ER team into one of the cubicles.
"I'm sorry Miss, you can't go in there."
"I'm a Doctor. I need to see if he is okay", yells Scully angrily at the nurse.
"The ER team has wonderful doctors. He will be fine", the nurse reassures Scully leading her out into the waiting area. The receptionist motions Scully over.
"I understand you are the patient's fiancee. Could you please give us some background information?"
"I uh.. yeah I guess so", says Scully continuing living the lie.
"Okay, name?"
"Dana Katherine Scully", says Scully staring at the closed ER door.
"No! The patient's name", says the receptionist slightly annoyed.
"Oh, I'm sorry", says Scully turning toward the woman sitting at the desk. "Fox William Mulder."
"Is that a nickname?", asks the woman as she types it into the computer.
"No, that is his real name", says Scully looking annoyed.
"Okay, whatever", says the receptionist raising her eyebrows.
"Birth date?"
"October 13, 1961."
"Address?"
"2630 Hegal Place, Apt. 42, Alexandria, Virginia 23242", replies Scully.
"Insurance Carrier?"
"We're both FBI Agents. We're covered through the bureau", says Scully. "He must have his policy number on him."
"Okay, I guess there is enough information here to get us by for now."
Just then a doctor comes out of the ER. "Miss Scully? I just wanted to let you know that Mr. Mulder is awake, however he is going to have quite a hangover. I think it would be best if he spent the night in the hospital."
"Is that really necessary", asks Scully. "I'm a doctor, could I see him?"
"Oh, I didn't realize that you are a doctor. If you can keep a watch over him, at least for the next twenty-four hours he can go home."
"Oh, thats not a problem", says Scully walking past the doctor and into the cubicle. She approaches his bedside. His eyes are closed. "Mulder? Its me. Can you hear me?"
Mulder opens his eyes. "Hey there Danahhh. What are you doing in my bedroom?". He slurs his words.
"Mulder, you drank too much and you are in the hospital", says Scully softly. She brushes a lock of his hair off his forehead. "Do you remember anything?"
"No, I can't remember much", says Mulder rubbing his eyes. "I don't know what I was doing. I think I was at Hooters."
Scully grimaces. "You can go home Mulder, but I am taking you to my place to recuperate. We can work on the post Valentine Ball when you are feeling better."
"I get to bunk in with you?", asks Mulder sleepily. He closes his eyes.
"Well, you can stay with me tonight and most of tomorrow. You were really sick Mulder. I don't know why you did what you did, but you could have died. Do you know how that makes me feel?", asks Scully trying to talk without choking.
"I'm sorry Sculleee. By the way, Happy Valentine's Day. I love.." He passes out.