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Chapter 2-Unknown Illness
April 26th 7:28 Mulder's apartment. Day 1
Mulder woke up with a start. He groaned as he rolled over to look at his clock. It was 7:30. Shit I'm late! He thought. Quickly he sat up only to lie back down as a wave of dizziness forced him back down. His headache from last night seemed to have worsened overnight. Every muscle was stiff and sore.
"Great, just what I need. Some damn cold." He mumbled. He stood up slowly this time. Very slowly he shuffled his way to the bathroom. He flicked on the light switch. The bright lights hurt his eyes. Stupid, stupid, stupid! I feel like crap he thought. Mulder stared back at his reflection in the mirror.
Not only do I feel like crap I look like it too he thought grimly. His face was pale making the dark circles seem even darker. His eyes were bloodshot. He leaned against the sink panting. Breathing seemed to get harder every minute. He was sweating pretty hard too. "Great a fever." I have been awake for three minutes and it's already proven to be a bad day!" He said in aggravation.
He splashed some cold water on his face, gave his face a quick shave, brushed his teeth, and combed his hair a little. Taking a swig of orange juice he also discovered how sore and raw his throat was. Some cold this is. He smoothed out the bumps in his suite, no time to change he thought, grabbed his brief case (AN-does he have one of those things? I only see Scully with one half the time.) , and rushed out the door not bothering to lock the it as he fought off a wave of nausea.
In his rush to the elevator he bumped into a man spilling all of his papers out of his brief case. "Sorry." Mulder said hurriedly as he scooped them up and rushed down the hall. "Can this day get any worse?" He mumbled. Unfortunately it was only the beginning.
Mulder burst into the X-Files office so loudly that a startled Scully almost fell out of her chair. "Mulder are you ok" Scully asked concerned as soon as she saw how pale Mulder was.
"Define ok Scully." Mulder mumbled. Twice on his way to the basement he had to make a detour to the bathroom to throw up.
"What did you say? I didn't quite catch what you said." Scully said.
"Let's go. Skinners meeting starts in five minutes." Mulder said as he guided Scully out the door.
Skinner's office 8:15
"Agents Mulder and Scully Mr. Skinner will see you now." Said Kathy, Skinners secretary. (AN-Ok I don't know her real name sorry if it's wrong.) Mulder knocked once and then ushered Scully inside.
"Agents." Skinner acknowledged them without looking up from a file which Scully assumed that it was their next case.
"I presume that is are next case sir." Scully said.
"Yes Agent Scully I found this case what Mulder would find X-Files material…" Skinner continued to brief them on the X-file but Mulder had tuned them out. The headache had (if possible) was becoming unbearable. The Advil he had taken at 5 in the morning must have worn off. Was it him or was it getting warmer in here? A loud buzzing sound filled his ears. The room was spinning. Before he knew he was on the floor, Scully by his side.
"Mulder? Mulder what's wrong? My God he is burning up! Sir call 911. Mulder can you hear me?" Scully checked his pulse. It was rapid, and his breathing was shallow. She loosened his tie. "Mulder can you hear me?" Scully asked again.
"Scully…" Mulder said.
"It's ok Mulder. Look the medics are here right now." She reassured him. Two of them came rushing in carrying a stretcher. Everything became a blur to Scully and she soon found herself jumping into the ambulance with Mulder.
"I'll meet you at the hospital." Skinner told her. Scully only nodded as she made a mental check list of any virus or disease that Mulder was showing symptoms of, and her list was becoming pretty long. Absentmindedly she reached out and grabbed Mulder's hand and rubbed it with her thumb.
DC's General Hospital 8:50
Scully sat in the chair outside Mulder's tapping her foot impatiently. What could be taking so long? She needed to know what was wrong with Mulder. After what seemed to take forever but was only five minutes the door opened. Scully stood up immediately. "Ishegoingtobeok?" Scully asked in a rush. The doctor had a solemn look on his face. What ever the news was Scully instantly knew it was not going to be good.
"I'm Doc. Graves. You must be Scully right? Mr. Mulder kept asking for you." He gave her a small smile.
"Yes I am. Please Doc. Graves I am a doctor also and Mulder's FBI partner. Please give me the honest truth. Is Mulder going to live?"
"I am not sure. This is no ordinarily virus. I don't even know what it is and I can't give you a full answer until the tests come in. The only thing I can tell you is that I have never seen anything like it before. This virus appears to be breaking down his whole body. His immune system, nervous system, his lungs, his kidneys, everything. It doesn't look good. I'm not sure if he is going to live."
"Can I see him?" Scully asked holding back tears threatening to fall. But refused to cry. Mulder needed her right now. Besides, the doctor didn't make a 100 conclusion if he was going to die or not.
"Of course. You can't stay too long though. He does need his rest if we want him to make any improvement." Scully nodded in agreement and walked into Mulder's room. The curtains were drawn making the room dim. The familiar smell of a sterilized room filled her nose. Scully quietly walked over to Mulder's bed incase he was asleep. She pulled a chair up to his bed and sat down. She took his hand again and rubbed the IV in his wrist. A small hole near it caught her attention.
She leaned closer to inspect it. It looked like someone had stuck a needle there… Scully shook her head. There was nothing suspicious about it. One of the nurses probably had to reinsert the IV. Scully studied his face. His boyish face was scrunched up in pain and was pale. The dark circles under his eyes were darker than before.
Scully lovingly moved of piece of his dark brown hair off his forehead and wiped away the perspiration. She gently squeezed his hand. Scully felt a weak squeeze in return.
"Mulder! I thought you were asleep." Scully exclaimed.
"I was more along the lines of dozing." Mulder explained. "So what did the good doctor say? I am going to get out of here anytime soon" He asked hopefully.
"I'm afraid not Mulder. They don't even know what is wrong with you!" Scully said fighting returning tears.
"It's ok Scully." Mulder tried to comfort her.
"No Mulder it's not ok. You're the one in bed and I'm crying. What if…" Scully trailed off.
"Hey I have been in worse situations. We both have. Don't worry. Before you know it I will be up and running and dragging you all over America searching for UFO's k?" Mulder said. Scully smiled and leaned down to kiss his head. He brushed away a single tear that had managed to escape. Then the door opened and a short, blonde, no- nonsense nurse came marching in.
"I'm sorry but Mr. Mulder needs his rest now. You have to leave." She said sharply. Scully didn't want to leave but could see that Mulder was fading fast.
"I'll come by later ok Mulder. My mom will probably be with me ok?" Mulder just nodded his head and fell into a deep sleep. Scully gave him another kiss on the head and followed the nurse out of the room. Skinner was sitting out there.
"I heard the news." He said.
"Can I talk to you in a moment sir? I need to make a phone call."
"Sure." Skinner said and sat back down. Scully went to pull out her cell only to discover that she had left on Mulder's desk. Great. Now I need to go find a pay phone.
"I will be back sir." Skinner made a humph in response. Scully sighed and started her search. But no sooner she had turned around the corner then a black gloved hand found its way over her mouth and a gruff voice said "Don't make a sound."
AN-Okay I finally found some time to update before my vacation. Thank you DanaAnderson for reviewing! Where did that ambulance come from? Spooky4ever.