*Georgetown Hospital (Mulder POV)
I woke up groggily. Not really knowing where I was, but I knew it well enough to know it was a hospital. God how did I end up here? Then it hit me the beer, the wave of drowsiness that hit, the person I had hit. Wait the person I had hit. Oh no I was in deep shit now. Just then Skinner walked in. My anger was slowly returning.
"Shouldn't you be with Scully?" I accused. Very pissed to where I was literally seeing red. The older man paused confused then he nodded remembering.
"You mean Scully didn't tell you?" He asked.
"Tell me what?" Mulder said now confused with Skinner's behavior.
"It was a joke Agent Mulder. Nothing is going on with me and Agent Scully." He explained. Of course Mulder wasn't satisfied.
"But she wants the transfer right?" He asked hurriedly. Skinner sighed and rolled his eyes at the younger Agent.
"No Agent Mulder. It was all a prank, for April Fools Day." By Mulder's blank look, Skinner figured he hadn't looked at a calendar today. He sighed.
"So this was all a joke. But what I ever do to you sir?" Mulder questioned.
"Think back to last year, there was super glue that magically appeared in my chair. Which made my pants rip when the Director came in about a report. I take by your laughter you remember Agent Mulder." Skinner said dryly. Mulder by now was clutching his sides in laughter.
"That was me, sir." He said between laughs. Skinner gave him the "I know that you dumbass" look. Then Mulder's face turned serious.
"Sir, I need to see Scully. When can I get out? I think I ran into a person to but I don't remember exactly." Mulder said thinking back to the night before. Skinner's face fell suddenly.
"You don't remember do you?" At Mulder's shake of his head, he continued. "You were drugged by a very powerful drug. Probably in the one beer you had. Yes I know Mulder we had to pump your stomach. Then you suffered a concussion." Skinner finished hesitantly.
"You haven't told me who I hit." Mulder pointed out. Skinner hesitated, and then figure if Mulder had to hear the news he had better hear it from him.
"You hit Agent Scully, Mulder." Mulder's face was frozen in an expression of shock and horror. Skinner couldn't tell.
"How's her condition?" Mulder said softly his voice cracking with grief.
"Not good. Cracked ribs, collapsed lung, broken legs, and the list goes on Mulder. She was lucky to make it though the night, but she has 96% chance of making it though this. We're going to find out who drugged you. We will get to the bottom of this Mulder. I promise."
But it was all lost on Mulder. Scully had a almost no chance of living because of him. He had a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach. He suddenly wished Scully was having an affair with Skinner and was going to Kansas City, and then none of this would have happened. It was his entire fault. He couldn't protect her from them and now look what he had done. This couldn't be happening.
"Let me go she her." Was he only reply.
"She bad Mulder. I'm warning you. I don't know if you can handle it." Skinner quietly argued.
"I NEED TO SEE HER!" Mulder yelled. Skinner nodded. Mulder needed to see her to keep a bit of his sanity. It was all Skinner could do to help him. Mulder was already beating himself up on the inside. He helped Mulder out of the bed, gave him his clothes, and then signed his release forms. When he got to the outside of Scully's room he turned to the Agent.
"She's in a coma, Mulder don't beat yourself up to bad." Mulder only brushed past him. Skinner took off his glasses and rubbed his temples. God this man had been though so much. Why couldn't the world stop picking him. Skinner's cell phone rang and he walked off to answer it.
Meanwhile in Scully's hospital room, Mulder stood looking over her. He took in all the tubes, bruises, and the peaceful expression on her face. It reminded him vividly of when this happened before. Except he wasn't the one who caused her pain then. It had been the government. Now here he was not her savior but her tormentor. God help him. He sat down heavily in the chair by her bed. Dropped his head in his hands and started sobbing. Trying to rid himself of this pain that ran so deep.
A little while later when he had cried as much as he could. He looked up to see no other then Bill Jr. Scully looking down at him in disgust. Well this just keeps getting better and better he thought wryly. Bill just grabbed his coat collar and hauled him to his feet, then proceeded to pull him out the door.
"Why the hell should you be her you piece of shit!" Bill angrily said under his breath in Mulder's ear. Not wanting to make a scene.
"Because I had to see her.." Bill cut him off.
"Now listen here you son of a bitch. All you've ever done is cause trouble in this family. First my older sister dies, then my little sister gets cancer, and then you run her over! NEARLY KILLING HER YOU ASSHOLE!!! SO GET THE HELL AWAY FROM MY FAMILY!! ALL YOU DO IS CAUSE TROUBLE!!" Bill was now screaming at the top of his lungs.
"Your right." Mulder said then walked away. The pain and guilt was too much to bear. He walked to his apartment. Blindly opening the door. Throwing his overcoat on the floor, walking into the living room straight to his desk. Picking up a picture of Scully. He remembered her giving to it to him. How she was blushing a deep shade of red. Mulder threw it to the ground then threw himself on his couch. Reaching into his holster, pulling out his gun, placing it on his temple. Tears streamed down his eyes. As his fingers tighten of the trigger….
I woke up groggily. Not really knowing where I was, but I knew it well enough to know it was a hospital. God how did I end up here? Then it hit me the beer, the wave of drowsiness that hit, the person I had hit. Wait the person I had hit. Oh no I was in deep shit now. Just then Skinner walked in. My anger was slowly returning.
"Shouldn't you be with Scully?" I accused. Very pissed to where I was literally seeing red. The older man paused confused then he nodded remembering.
"You mean Scully didn't tell you?" He asked.
"Tell me what?" Mulder said now confused with Skinner's behavior.
"It was a joke Agent Mulder. Nothing is going on with me and Agent Scully." He explained. Of course Mulder wasn't satisfied.
"But she wants the transfer right?" He asked hurriedly. Skinner sighed and rolled his eyes at the younger Agent.
"No Agent Mulder. It was all a prank, for April Fools Day." By Mulder's blank look, Skinner figured he hadn't looked at a calendar today. He sighed.
"So this was all a joke. But what I ever do to you sir?" Mulder questioned.
"Think back to last year, there was super glue that magically appeared in my chair. Which made my pants rip when the Director came in about a report. I take by your laughter you remember Agent Mulder." Skinner said dryly. Mulder by now was clutching his sides in laughter.
"That was me, sir." He said between laughs. Skinner gave him the "I know that you dumbass" look. Then Mulder's face turned serious.
"Sir, I need to see Scully. When can I get out? I think I ran into a person to but I don't remember exactly." Mulder said thinking back to the night before. Skinner's face fell suddenly.
"You don't remember do you?" At Mulder's shake of his head, he continued. "You were drugged by a very powerful drug. Probably in the one beer you had. Yes I know Mulder we had to pump your stomach. Then you suffered a concussion." Skinner finished hesitantly.
"You haven't told me who I hit." Mulder pointed out. Skinner hesitated, and then figure if Mulder had to hear the news he had better hear it from him.
"You hit Agent Scully, Mulder." Mulder's face was frozen in an expression of shock and horror. Skinner couldn't tell.
"How's her condition?" Mulder said softly his voice cracking with grief.
"Not good. Cracked ribs, collapsed lung, broken legs, and the list goes on Mulder. She was lucky to make it though the night, but she has 96% chance of making it though this. We're going to find out who drugged you. We will get to the bottom of this Mulder. I promise."
But it was all lost on Mulder. Scully had a almost no chance of living because of him. He had a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach. He suddenly wished Scully was having an affair with Skinner and was going to Kansas City, and then none of this would have happened. It was his entire fault. He couldn't protect her from them and now look what he had done. This couldn't be happening.
"Let me go she her." Was he only reply.
"She bad Mulder. I'm warning you. I don't know if you can handle it." Skinner quietly argued.
"I NEED TO SEE HER!" Mulder yelled. Skinner nodded. Mulder needed to see her to keep a bit of his sanity. It was all Skinner could do to help him. Mulder was already beating himself up on the inside. He helped Mulder out of the bed, gave him his clothes, and then signed his release forms. When he got to the outside of Scully's room he turned to the Agent.
"She's in a coma, Mulder don't beat yourself up to bad." Mulder only brushed past him. Skinner took off his glasses and rubbed his temples. God this man had been though so much. Why couldn't the world stop picking him. Skinner's cell phone rang and he walked off to answer it.
Meanwhile in Scully's hospital room, Mulder stood looking over her. He took in all the tubes, bruises, and the peaceful expression on her face. It reminded him vividly of when this happened before. Except he wasn't the one who caused her pain then. It had been the government. Now here he was not her savior but her tormentor. God help him. He sat down heavily in the chair by her bed. Dropped his head in his hands and started sobbing. Trying to rid himself of this pain that ran so deep.
A little while later when he had cried as much as he could. He looked up to see no other then Bill Jr. Scully looking down at him in disgust. Well this just keeps getting better and better he thought wryly. Bill just grabbed his coat collar and hauled him to his feet, then proceeded to pull him out the door.
"Why the hell should you be her you piece of shit!" Bill angrily said under his breath in Mulder's ear. Not wanting to make a scene.
"Because I had to see her.." Bill cut him off.
"Now listen here you son of a bitch. All you've ever done is cause trouble in this family. First my older sister dies, then my little sister gets cancer, and then you run her over! NEARLY KILLING HER YOU ASSHOLE!!! SO GET THE HELL AWAY FROM MY FAMILY!! ALL YOU DO IS CAUSE TROUBLE!!" Bill was now screaming at the top of his lungs.
"Your right." Mulder said then walked away. The pain and guilt was too much to bear. He walked to his apartment. Blindly opening the door. Throwing his overcoat on the floor, walking into the living room straight to his desk. Picking up a picture of Scully. He remembered her giving to it to him. How she was blushing a deep shade of red. Mulder threw it to the ground then threw himself on his couch. Reaching into his holster, pulling out his gun, placing it on his temple. Tears streamed down his eyes. As his fingers tighten of the trigger….