At some point, Scully realized, Skinner must have asked the doctor to leave
them alone, for the next time she looked up he was gone. Skinner was
squatting down next to Scully gently rubbing her back.
"Scully, do you want me to leave?" he asked.
Scully sniffed and shook her head in response.
"No, please stay."
"Let me help you."
Skinner said as he pulled a chair over behind her. She acquiesced to his gentle ministrations and without letting go of Mulder's hand eased herself into the chair.
"I'm sorry," She whispered so only they could hear.
"For what?" Skinner frowned.
"Losing it like that, I couldn't help it."
She explained as she wiped her tear stained face with a tissue.
"Don't be sorry, it's understandable."
Skinner couldn't altogether hide the emotion in his voice and it made Scully look up and actually see him for the first time that day. He looked tired, his eyes blood shot and puffy. She couldn't help the smile that came across her face as she realized that he had been crying too. It had surprised the hell out of her that day he came to her in the hospital to confess that Mulder had been lost. He was the epitome of maleness, the type you'd have a hard time believing had tear ducts. Yet, here he was again, with raw emotions laid bare for all to see. Skinner cleared his throat.
"The doctors here have no idea what they're dealing with, no idea where to begin or how to treat him," he paused. "We may have to employ some unorthodox methods to get him through this."
"Whatever it takes."
She replied softly.
"You look exhausted Scully, get some rest. You're no use to Mulder in this condition."
Skinner laid his hand on Scully's shoulder, smiled and walked slowly out of the room. Now alone, the cacophony of sounds in the room finally invaded Scully's consciousness. Her senses reawakened and with them came an overwhelming sense of hopelessness that settled in the pit of her stomach. She took in all that was before her. His eyes were taped shut, his chest rising and falling with mechanical precision. The sounds were somehow soothing in their regularity and before long she found herself being lulled to sleep, her lids becoming heavy and her breathing matching that of her partner's. She didn't resist, and let herself rest awkwardly against the edge of the bed. His hand rested in hers and she held it to her cheek, part of her never wanting to let go of it for as long as she lived.
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he he the next chapter to RIGHT up and heh... sorry if my betta wants to kill me right now she sent this to me like a few days ago lol but I kept forgetting to post it. Anyways the next chapter should be up like today lol
"Scully, do you want me to leave?" he asked.
Scully sniffed and shook her head in response.
"No, please stay."
"Let me help you."
Skinner said as he pulled a chair over behind her. She acquiesced to his gentle ministrations and without letting go of Mulder's hand eased herself into the chair.
"I'm sorry," She whispered so only they could hear.
"For what?" Skinner frowned.
"Losing it like that, I couldn't help it."
She explained as she wiped her tear stained face with a tissue.
"Don't be sorry, it's understandable."
Skinner couldn't altogether hide the emotion in his voice and it made Scully look up and actually see him for the first time that day. He looked tired, his eyes blood shot and puffy. She couldn't help the smile that came across her face as she realized that he had been crying too. It had surprised the hell out of her that day he came to her in the hospital to confess that Mulder had been lost. He was the epitome of maleness, the type you'd have a hard time believing had tear ducts. Yet, here he was again, with raw emotions laid bare for all to see. Skinner cleared his throat.
"The doctors here have no idea what they're dealing with, no idea where to begin or how to treat him," he paused. "We may have to employ some unorthodox methods to get him through this."
"Whatever it takes."
She replied softly.
"You look exhausted Scully, get some rest. You're no use to Mulder in this condition."
Skinner laid his hand on Scully's shoulder, smiled and walked slowly out of the room. Now alone, the cacophony of sounds in the room finally invaded Scully's consciousness. Her senses reawakened and with them came an overwhelming sense of hopelessness that settled in the pit of her stomach. She took in all that was before her. His eyes were taped shut, his chest rising and falling with mechanical precision. The sounds were somehow soothing in their regularity and before long she found herself being lulled to sleep, her lids becoming heavy and her breathing matching that of her partner's. She didn't resist, and let herself rest awkwardly against the edge of the bed. His hand rested in hers and she held it to her cheek, part of her never wanting to let go of it for as long as she lived.
0987351-984357134-59813475143-9581
he he the next chapter to RIGHT up and heh... sorry if my betta wants to kill me right now she sent this to me like a few days ago lol but I kept forgetting to post it. Anyways the next chapter should be up like today lol