Lookee Lookee, I updated! Anyway, please Read and Review and I hope you like it, well, to some extent at least. Sorry the last two were so short, I'm trying to make them longer, so hopefully this one doesn't suck.
Fox Mulder walked precariously in the hallways of the hospital. He was on his way to see his partner. He had his hand down at his side, as if he was trying to hold onto something; something that was out of reach, usually there, but not today. He stared at the floor, a habit he had recently started practicing more often. Everything was his fault, everything. Everyone he cared about was in pain because of him. The worst part about it was that he couldn't find a way to help either of them. He had to stand idly by as the tragedies unfolded themselves.
When Mulder had reached Dana Scully's hospital room, he peered in before he entered; he didn't want any unexpected visitors while he was there, A.K.A. Bill Scully. He didn't want another confrontation that would make him feel more worthless than he already was.
"Hey Scully," Mulder said as he plastered a smile on his face and sat next to his sickly pale friend on her hospital bed. He couldn't help but get lost in her eyes; they were losing the life they once had, just like Ben's. It made him sad, to see her life slipping away, but what could he do? He caused all of this and he had no idea how to pick up all of the pieces and put them back together. It was too bad that he didn't know that she could get lost in his eyes too.
"What's wrong Mulder?" She asked with concern all over her face. He didn't even know why he had tried to hide it from her, there was no use, she could always look into his soul and put the shattered fragments back together.
"I – Ben's sick," Mulder looked down at the floor again, trying not to let her see all of the pain. He was stifling his sobs.
"What? What's wrong? Mulder, tell me what's wrong." She had worry in her voice and Mulder could hear the lump growing in her throat at the sound of his son's condition.
"I just – I just went to try and help you and I left him sleeping. I was gone too long and he couldn't find the insulin." Scully stroked his cheek, it was the only thing she could think of doing. "When I got back -" He couldn't hold in his tears any longer and they ran freely down his cheeks, all the way to his dry lips. "When I got back he was already passed out on the couch. He was mumbling something, but I couldn't hear him." Scully pulled Mulder's head onto her stomach and let him sob. She stroked his hair as he cried. His tears went straight through her hospital gown and it felt like they had pierced her heart. She didn't know his pain, but she felt it with every bone in her body. He sniffed and tried to wipe some of the tears away with his hand before he looked up at her face.
"What do I do Scully? I can't do this without him and the doctors don't know anything. They're trying to put more insulin in, but they don't know how much more they can do." Mulder and Scully looked into each other's eyes for a moment. They knew what was going to happen, they just weren't prepared. "He's only six years old Scully, my little boy, my little baby and he has Diabetes." Scully pulled Mulder's head to her shoulder and let him sob. There was nothing more she could do to ensure him that Ben was going to be okay. If she wasn't sick, she could have looked into his condition and maybe even found something to do. Neither of them could have guessed that the little boy in the diabetic coma down the hallway still had some power to fight.
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thanks, the child with no name