Scully was close to breaking point when the plane finally touched down in
Portland, Oregon. Every step of the journey had been problematic, with each
little delay compounding the last. She felt like screaming at the world.
Didn't they know? Didn't they understand that each administrative cock-up
was keeping her from seeing Mulder? Once into her hire car she drove the
relatively short distance to Bellefleur with the gas pedal flat to the
floor and her gaze fixed on the road ahead. At one point she wondered if
she had blinked at all in the last half hour.
On her arrival at the hospital, she felt every last modicum of control leave her as she made a beeline for the first person in a uniform she came across.
"Excuse me, there was an FBI agent taken in here this morning, can you..."
Scully was interrupted by the male raising his hands.
"I'm sorry ma'am, you'll have to ask at reception, I'm just the cleaner,"
The bemused male pointed at the nearby desk.
"It's okay, thank you."
The nurse at the reception seemed prepared for her arrival and was already standing when Scully reached the desk.
"Agent Scully?"
"Yes."
Replied Scully, managing to muster a brief smile.
"Mr. Skinner is waiting for you, if you'd like to come this way."
The nurse ushered her through a set of double doors into a long corridor. At the far of which Scully could see Skinner speaking to a male doctor. Even from this distance, she could see the concern in his facial expression.
"Were you here when he was admitted?"
Scully asked the nurse who was now several steps ahead of her.
"No, I'm sorry, that would have been my night shift colleagues. It was very busy at the time and there was a lot of confusion surrounding your partners arrival, I really don't know much about it."
Skinner acknowledged Scully's approach with a somber nod in her direction.
"Agent Scully, this is Doctor McQuade, he's been dealing with Mulder's case."
Scully reached out to shake his hand.
"How is he?"
Her shaky voice betrayed her outer calm but she remained stoic.
"It's hard to say. We've run all the tests we can think of but there's nothing obvious to indicate why he's in this coma. Also,"
He paused trying to find his words.
"There's an unusual amount of activity in the frontal and temporal lobes of his brain that we've been unable to explain."
Scully nodded, trying to take in what the man was saying while trying To suppress her need to just push past them into the room behind.
"I'd like to take a look at those results if you don't mind, I am a doctor"
She paused.
"Can I see him now?"
"Of course, this way."
The doctor smiled reassuringly as he led her into the room. Scully braced herself before following the doctor. The distance from the door to the side of Mulder's bed seemed like miles and when she reached his side her senses began to shut down. She couldn't see the tubes and lines running from his nose, his mouth, his arms. Couldn't hear the sound of the ventilator pushing the air into his lungs or the rhythmic tones from the monitors counting the beats of his heart. She was unaware of the warm hand placed gently on her back by Skinner who was now at her side. He spoke softly, but the words were lost to her. The world was reduced in that moment to encompass only Scully and the man that lay before her. She reached out to touch his hand and collapsed to her knees as fatigue and overwhelming emotion finally overcame her. She sobbed unashamedly now, releasing all that was within. The exhaustion, fear, hope, and anxiety that had been pent up for far too long flowed out through her tears as she rested her cheek against his still hand. As she collapsed to the floor, her free arm rested protectively over her swollen belly. She resolved there and then that this child was going to know its father.
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On her arrival at the hospital, she felt every last modicum of control leave her as she made a beeline for the first person in a uniform she came across.
"Excuse me, there was an FBI agent taken in here this morning, can you..."
Scully was interrupted by the male raising his hands.
"I'm sorry ma'am, you'll have to ask at reception, I'm just the cleaner,"
The bemused male pointed at the nearby desk.
"It's okay, thank you."
The nurse at the reception seemed prepared for her arrival and was already standing when Scully reached the desk.
"Agent Scully?"
"Yes."
Replied Scully, managing to muster a brief smile.
"Mr. Skinner is waiting for you, if you'd like to come this way."
The nurse ushered her through a set of double doors into a long corridor. At the far of which Scully could see Skinner speaking to a male doctor. Even from this distance, she could see the concern in his facial expression.
"Were you here when he was admitted?"
Scully asked the nurse who was now several steps ahead of her.
"No, I'm sorry, that would have been my night shift colleagues. It was very busy at the time and there was a lot of confusion surrounding your partners arrival, I really don't know much about it."
Skinner acknowledged Scully's approach with a somber nod in her direction.
"Agent Scully, this is Doctor McQuade, he's been dealing with Mulder's case."
Scully reached out to shake his hand.
"How is he?"
Her shaky voice betrayed her outer calm but she remained stoic.
"It's hard to say. We've run all the tests we can think of but there's nothing obvious to indicate why he's in this coma. Also,"
He paused trying to find his words.
"There's an unusual amount of activity in the frontal and temporal lobes of his brain that we've been unable to explain."
Scully nodded, trying to take in what the man was saying while trying To suppress her need to just push past them into the room behind.
"I'd like to take a look at those results if you don't mind, I am a doctor"
She paused.
"Can I see him now?"
"Of course, this way."
The doctor smiled reassuringly as he led her into the room. Scully braced herself before following the doctor. The distance from the door to the side of Mulder's bed seemed like miles and when she reached his side her senses began to shut down. She couldn't see the tubes and lines running from his nose, his mouth, his arms. Couldn't hear the sound of the ventilator pushing the air into his lungs or the rhythmic tones from the monitors counting the beats of his heart. She was unaware of the warm hand placed gently on her back by Skinner who was now at her side. He spoke softly, but the words were lost to her. The world was reduced in that moment to encompass only Scully and the man that lay before her. She reached out to touch his hand and collapsed to her knees as fatigue and overwhelming emotion finally overcame her. She sobbed unashamedly now, releasing all that was within. The exhaustion, fear, hope, and anxiety that had been pent up for far too long flowed out through her tears as she rested her cheek against his still hand. As she collapsed to the floor, her free arm rested protectively over her swollen belly. She resolved there and then that this child was going to know its father.
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