Author's note: Okay, it isn't really about vampires. Shoot. Also, sorry for
not updating.
Seizure
Scully lay in the cot at the foot of her partner's bed. Worry lines creased her forehead. Shortly after falling asleep, Mulder had gone into convulsions and had been hooked up to a respirator. The IV tubes had increased in number, now adding a sedative and a medicine to stop any more seizures from coming. She sighed. He was going in for an MRI in the morning. He shifted in his sleep, and she jumped. If he had another seizure, well, she didn't want to think about that. Too late. She was. He could have severe brain damage, judging from the magnitude of his last seizure. He could have epilepsy. He could have a brain tumor. He could die. Her thoughts were broken by an odd noise emanating from Mulder's bed. She left the cot and sat by the chair next to him. She held his hand, trying to find out what was wrong. He was whimpering something. She leaned close to try and hear.
"Stop! Stop! You can't leave! We'll both be hurt!" Suddenly, he let out a loud cry of pain and his eyes snapped open, despite the sedative. He tore his hand from Scully's grasp and gripped his arm.
"Mulder, Mulder listen to me. Give me your arm." He didn't respond. He rocked back and forth in pain. Scully pulled his arm away from him. The bloody gash was several inches deep. It looked like a large claw made it. "Mulder, how did you get this?" she asked gently. No response. "Are you listening to me?" He turned his head. His eyes were filled with terror. Scully looked at the wound again. It had disappeared.
~~
She hadn't wanted to speak to the stranger, but she was desperate for answers. He kept asking questions. She drew blanks at every one of them. She finally got up enough courage to ask him his name.
"What's your name?"
"Agent Fox Mulder. Do you know yours at all?" She almost ignored the question. His name fascinated her. She had never met an Agent before. She told him she didn't know her name, and began to walk away from the grave. He tried to keep her back.
"Stop! Stop! You can't leave! We'll both be hurt!" He yelled. The wolf creatures attacked her again. A claw cut her arm. Agent Mulder disappeared.
~~
Mulder sat uncomfortably in the wheelchair. He wanted to get up and walk, but that was apparently out of the question. Scully had taken him down to the MRI to be scanned. The doctor helped him onto the bed, and pulled a blanket up to Mulder's chest. The machine slid back, and Mulder lay still, trying not to think about everything that could be wrong. He suppressed the shivering that threatened to engulf his whole body, and closed his eyes. A small while later, he was woken up. Mulder chided himself for falling asleep. Adults didn't do that when they had tests done. He was helped back into the wheelchair, and brought back to his room.
"Fox Mulder, what the heck are you thinking about? That look on your face is giving me the creeps!" Scully said with a laugh. A look of surprise crossed his face. He hadn't even realized he'd been scowling. Scully laughed harder. He guessed he must have been quite a sight already, clad in a hospital smock, bandages around his head, and hair sticking out at all angles.
"I'm trying to move that chair with my mind." He said. She gripped the wall from laughing so hard. A grin crossed his face. A doctor entered the room.
"I take it you're feeling better." He said with a grin. Scully hiccupped with laughter from a chair. "You'll probably be out of here within a day or so, judging by your energy." Mulder leaned back in bed, smiling with satisfaction. He hated hospitals.
~~
An hour or so later, the doctor came back in with the results of his MRI.
"It seems it was just a single incident. I doubt you'll have another seizure." Scully sighed with relief. Mulder could just hear the crackling in his head. Scully jumped as he began convulsing again, body flopping against the mattress. The doctor called for help, as Scully grabbed a tongue depressor. The gagging noise was horrible. She held his head still while the doctor held the rest of his body. Another doctor and a nurse rushed in, administering all kinds of drugs. Scully sunk to the floor in the corner of the room. A monitor was beeping with Mulder's elevated heart rate. Suddenly, he stopped shaking, as the monitor flat lined.
"Oh God-" she whispered. Then she began sobbing.
~~
Mulder floated along the ceiling. He was watching the doctors administer electric shocks to his body. He drifted over to Scully, sobbing in the corner.
"Scully, please don't cry. I'm fine. Please don't cry." He realized she couldn't hear him. He turned around and began his walk down a dark tunnel with a light at the end. When he reached the light, it held him. It was pure love and gentleness. The warmth enveloped him. His sister came into the light and took his hand. They hugged. Mulder cried. Samantha cried.
"Fox, you have to go back. Really. I'll be here when it's time for you to stay." Mulder nodded. Before he left, he had a question.
"Do you know the girl's name?"
"The girl from your dreams I take it. Yeah. I know it. Tell her that her name is Avery Shiredon." Mulder took one last look at his sister, and went back to his body. The doctors were pulling a sheet over his head. A nurse was trying to comfort Scully, who would not be consoled. He entered his body again, sitting bolt upright, and yelling "I'm alive!"
Seizure
Scully lay in the cot at the foot of her partner's bed. Worry lines creased her forehead. Shortly after falling asleep, Mulder had gone into convulsions and had been hooked up to a respirator. The IV tubes had increased in number, now adding a sedative and a medicine to stop any more seizures from coming. She sighed. He was going in for an MRI in the morning. He shifted in his sleep, and she jumped. If he had another seizure, well, she didn't want to think about that. Too late. She was. He could have severe brain damage, judging from the magnitude of his last seizure. He could have epilepsy. He could have a brain tumor. He could die. Her thoughts were broken by an odd noise emanating from Mulder's bed. She left the cot and sat by the chair next to him. She held his hand, trying to find out what was wrong. He was whimpering something. She leaned close to try and hear.
"Stop! Stop! You can't leave! We'll both be hurt!" Suddenly, he let out a loud cry of pain and his eyes snapped open, despite the sedative. He tore his hand from Scully's grasp and gripped his arm.
"Mulder, Mulder listen to me. Give me your arm." He didn't respond. He rocked back and forth in pain. Scully pulled his arm away from him. The bloody gash was several inches deep. It looked like a large claw made it. "Mulder, how did you get this?" she asked gently. No response. "Are you listening to me?" He turned his head. His eyes were filled with terror. Scully looked at the wound again. It had disappeared.
~~
She hadn't wanted to speak to the stranger, but she was desperate for answers. He kept asking questions. She drew blanks at every one of them. She finally got up enough courage to ask him his name.
"What's your name?"
"Agent Fox Mulder. Do you know yours at all?" She almost ignored the question. His name fascinated her. She had never met an Agent before. She told him she didn't know her name, and began to walk away from the grave. He tried to keep her back.
"Stop! Stop! You can't leave! We'll both be hurt!" He yelled. The wolf creatures attacked her again. A claw cut her arm. Agent Mulder disappeared.
~~
Mulder sat uncomfortably in the wheelchair. He wanted to get up and walk, but that was apparently out of the question. Scully had taken him down to the MRI to be scanned. The doctor helped him onto the bed, and pulled a blanket up to Mulder's chest. The machine slid back, and Mulder lay still, trying not to think about everything that could be wrong. He suppressed the shivering that threatened to engulf his whole body, and closed his eyes. A small while later, he was woken up. Mulder chided himself for falling asleep. Adults didn't do that when they had tests done. He was helped back into the wheelchair, and brought back to his room.
"Fox Mulder, what the heck are you thinking about? That look on your face is giving me the creeps!" Scully said with a laugh. A look of surprise crossed his face. He hadn't even realized he'd been scowling. Scully laughed harder. He guessed he must have been quite a sight already, clad in a hospital smock, bandages around his head, and hair sticking out at all angles.
"I'm trying to move that chair with my mind." He said. She gripped the wall from laughing so hard. A grin crossed his face. A doctor entered the room.
"I take it you're feeling better." He said with a grin. Scully hiccupped with laughter from a chair. "You'll probably be out of here within a day or so, judging by your energy." Mulder leaned back in bed, smiling with satisfaction. He hated hospitals.
~~
An hour or so later, the doctor came back in with the results of his MRI.
"It seems it was just a single incident. I doubt you'll have another seizure." Scully sighed with relief. Mulder could just hear the crackling in his head. Scully jumped as he began convulsing again, body flopping against the mattress. The doctor called for help, as Scully grabbed a tongue depressor. The gagging noise was horrible. She held his head still while the doctor held the rest of his body. Another doctor and a nurse rushed in, administering all kinds of drugs. Scully sunk to the floor in the corner of the room. A monitor was beeping with Mulder's elevated heart rate. Suddenly, he stopped shaking, as the monitor flat lined.
"Oh God-" she whispered. Then she began sobbing.
~~
Mulder floated along the ceiling. He was watching the doctors administer electric shocks to his body. He drifted over to Scully, sobbing in the corner.
"Scully, please don't cry. I'm fine. Please don't cry." He realized she couldn't hear him. He turned around and began his walk down a dark tunnel with a light at the end. When he reached the light, it held him. It was pure love and gentleness. The warmth enveloped him. His sister came into the light and took his hand. They hugged. Mulder cried. Samantha cried.
"Fox, you have to go back. Really. I'll be here when it's time for you to stay." Mulder nodded. Before he left, he had a question.
"Do you know the girl's name?"
"The girl from your dreams I take it. Yeah. I know it. Tell her that her name is Avery Shiredon." Mulder took one last look at his sister, and went back to his body. The doctors were pulling a sheet over his head. A nurse was trying to comfort Scully, who would not be consoled. He entered his body again, sitting bolt upright, and yelling "I'm alive!"