Last Wish
Part 4
By
Trycee
Time-Line: Alternative Universe. Season 10 After Home Again and before My Struggle II.
Disclaimer: This is written for fun, not profit.
Our Lady Of Sorrows:
Dr. Spurlock had been looking all over the hospital for Dr. Scully. He often called upon her whenever he was short a few doctors at the E.R. He typically could find her working late as if she had no life outside of the hospital. She was always willing to work if he asked her. He occasionally felt guilty about using her in this way, but he knew Dr. Scully had her reasons for throwing herself into her work, even if they were a mystery to him and everyone that knew her. He could tell her relationship was strained and he figured that was the reason she worked harder than any doctor and now Surgical Assistant, he had ever seen.
He searched her out, checking her office and the surgery bays. He hurried to the door she typically used to access her car. He caught her before she had stepped out into the evening air. "Dr. Scully."
She whirled around, surprised. "Dr. Spurlock."
He could tell that she was troubled. "You okay? Tired?"
She smiled and then ducked her head down. "Been a long day."
"Oh...," he said, a hint of disappointment in his tone. "I was gonna ask if you could work the Emergency room."
She looked surprised. "Not tonight, right?"
"No, actually tomorrow. These new doctors never last very long," he sighed.
Scully could see the frustration in his brow. "Sure, it's my day off," she said, thinking about her duties at the X-Files that would have to be put on hold. "My day's are now split between here and the FBI."
Dr. Spurlock looked at her with admiration. "Dr. Scully, you work for the FBI? In what capacity?"
"I'm also an FBI Agent."
He shook his head in amazement. "I know I've said this before but I think I really do need to order you that cape."
She chuckled. "Thanks. I'd take a good nights sleep instead."
"Need a prescription for some sleeping pills?", he said, whipping out his note pad.
She held up her hand. "Thanks but no. I think a nice hot bath will do."
Dr. Spurlock, a tall older man with dark hair and a gray streak parting his hair and a shiny wedding ring, openly ogled her from head to toe and then looked off embarrassed at his reaction. Scully knew instantly what he had been thinking.
"Dr. Spurlock," she said, as he looked at her guiltily. "I'll be there in the morning," she said, heading towards the door.
He looked back, his face reddened. "See you then, Dr. Scully."
Scully waved her hand and headed for her car in the hospitals parking structure. Scully's phone rang and she answered it as she tossed her briefcase into her car. She switched to the hands-free feature, broadcasting the call through her car. "Scully," she answered.
"Hey, Scully," Mulder said with his deep scratchy voice.
Scully sighed in relief. He was safe and she was grateful for that. "How'd the case go?"
"I tracked down Mrs. Caputo and she retracked her statement. So now she's saying she never saw a large UFO over her home...", he paused. "I think they got to her."
"I'm sorry Mulder."
He was silent a moment and then spoke. "I need you to write up the report on it when you come in tomorrow."
She sighed. "Mulder, you are capable of submitting it yourself."
"Ah, come on, Scully," he whined. "You know Skinner hates it when I write them up. I think he prefers you."
"Well, I can't come in tomorrow so you'll have to do it."
She could hear him sigh heavily. "A surgery?"
"No...Dr. Spurlock needs me in the E.R."
"I need you at the X-Files."
She could hear it in Mulder's voice that he felt let down by her choice in not assisting him. "I can't make any promises, Mulder. But, if they can get a substitute, then I'll come in."
"Great, Scully."
"Not making any promises though."
"Alright," he said. "See you then," he said, hanging up.
She parked her car at her apartment and walked in the door, taking the elevator up to her lavish apartment all alone. She placed her briefcase on her desk and then tossed off her shoes and lined them at her front door. She headed straight for her bathroom, ready to strip out of her clothes, take a soft bubble bath, and try to get some sleep, something she hadn't had much of in the past few days. She was trying to dismiss her anxieties. It wasn't like she could act on them in the first place, and so she tried focusing on herself, staying healthy and getting enough rest.
Washington D.C :
Mrs. Van DeKamp worried that she'd made a mistake dragging William on a crowded airplane. He seemed to get weaker as the hours ticked by. William had been so excited to meet his biological mother, Dana Scully. He had been so energetic as they left the Jackson Hole airport bound for Chicago and then on toward Washington D.C., but as they neared the city, he became unsteady, his appetite lost, his eyes sunken in. As they gathered their luggage and headed out into the humid D.C. morning air, William was now being held up by his adoptive father as they walked to the cab heading for the hotel. They tried to settle into their double room but William was weak and breathing heavily with even more bluish bruises on his chest and back.
Mrs. Van DeKamp was horrified as she watched her son struggle to breath in the cab as they rushed him to the nearest Emergency Room. They entered the E.R. and a nurse placed William in a wheelchair, immediately placing oxygen on him. They rushed him into a room as his parents looked on, pulling out the massive binder that contained his medical records. The nurse worked with a second nurse to quickly pump colorful fluids into his veins as the nurses listened to the frantic ramblings of his parents who were trying to calm each other down.
The nurse typed into her handheld medical tablet and then turned to them. "The doctor will be in... We're a little short on staff this morning, unfortunately. But, they'll be in when they can."
They nodded their heads and watched as the nurses left. Mrs. Van DeKamp sat up, her eyes wide with realization. "Dr. Dana Scully..."
Her husband sighed. "What do we do? She's at a completely different hospital."
"I don't know," his wife said. "We need to contact her."
"We have no number though."
"I know. If I had one of those new cell phones, I could look it up," Mr. Van DeKamp said with frustration.
"Maybe we can get them to call for us."
They sat in silence as they waited for the doctor to enter. After an hours wait, the doctor strolled in, his head stuck in the tablet, as he blindly walked up to them and stuck out his hands. Dr. Westibul, looked at them, baffled. "With his intense history, what did the other...I don't know, hundreds of doctors say was his prognosis?"
"They gave him four months."
Dr. Westibul tossed his tablet on the side of the bed and slipped on a pair of gloves. He examined William, asking him questions about his pain levels and checking the bruises on his back and chest. He looked even more perplexed than when he came in. Mrs. Van DeKamp noticed that he seemed cold, aloof in his demeanor. "I'll have the nurse draw his blood and we'll go from there," he said, nearly racing for the door.
"Ah," Mr. Van DeKamp said, jumping in his way. "Can you contact someone for us. A doctor we came to see. "
"A specialist?", he asked.
"We just...", Mrs. Van DeKamp explained. "Came all the way from Wyoming to see Dr. Dana Scully."
Dr. Westibul nodded his head. "You're in luck. Everyone in D.C. knows who Dr. Scully is. Does she know your coming here to see here?", he asked, cautiosly.
The Van DeKamps looked at eachother.
"She's at Our Lady of Sorrows. I mean, I could give her a call. But, if you want to transfer him to there, I suggest you do it before we get started. You'll still get a hefty bill though just for the I.V. bag and for me stepping foot into this room."
Mr. Van DeKamp glared at the doctor but remained silent, watching as Dr. Westibul whipped out his cell phone and dialed a number. "Hey, Dana, " he said, as a wide smile crossed his lips. "It's Dr. Timothy Westibul, we met at the Medical conference at Georgetown University last year. You remember, right? No? Oh well, I remembered YOU, " he grinned.
Mrs. Van De Kamp shook her head as she watched him.
Dr. Westibul's smile suddenly faded as he coughed and straightened his shoulders. "Well, I actually called you because the Van DeKamps asked me to call you. They were coming to meet you. As a matter of fact, I was just about to have their son transported over to you. I mean, if anyone could understand this case, it's you," he said, as he turned away from the couple. "I'm actually not sure but I'll have him sent to you, ASAP. And maybe we could catch up at a later time, you know colleague to colleague over lunch or dinner..."
He glanced at his phone noticing that Scully had hung up on him and looked at the Van DeKamps embarrassed. "I'll inform the nurse to call for a transport to send your son to Our Lady," he said, before closing the door behind them.
"What a crass guy," Mrs. Van DeKamp sighed, shaking her head. She looked at her husband and lowered her voice. "You're worried about the bills aren't you?"
He gulped. "We didn't even discuss the fact that this would be an out-of-state/out-of-network charge. We just hopped on a plane and now we're here. Our insurance won't cover us here, " he paused. "We shouldn't have come. We could've called her and let her fly in to us. She has the money being a Surgeon an all. What we're we thinking?"
"We didn't think," she sighed. "As soon as Joe told us her name we were here."
"Yeah," he whispered.
"I know we owe a lot of money to the bank already."
William lay in his bed listening to the hushed conversation of his adoptive parents.
Mr. Van DeKamp looked at his wife, "We're close to losing the farm," he said, firmly.
"It's our son," she said, matter-of-factually. "What are we gonna do?"
"I know, hon," he noted, rubbing her arms. "I don't mean to complain. I think I'm a little ticked off by that doctor...," he said, glancing at the door.
A nurse appeared with a gurney as two EMT's following behind her. "Going to Our Lady, huh?", one of the EMT's asked William. "Catholic hospital, huh?"
The Van DeKamps glanced at each other. A Catholic hospital was as foreign to them as Washington, D.C. was.
William watched as they lifted him into the gurney and headed for the door, leaving his parents to scramble behind them.
An EMT smiled at the sickly teen. "Next stop is Our Lady, alright."
"Yeah," William said, weakly. "Next stop is her..."
Our Lady of Sorrows:
Scully shook her head as she stared at her phone having spoken to Dr. Westibul, a man she hadn't seen since a week long Medical conference over a year ago. Dr. Westibul had spent the entire conference not only hitting on her but also stalking her. Dr. Westibul would follow her to every presentation and sit down next to her at every break, trying to strike up a conversation. She ignored him and rebuked him but he remained persistent. Scully, on the other hand, was becoming fed up. Dr. Westibul especially seemed to liked to follow her down the long isolated hallway, the only bathrooms available on that floor. He would prop himself against the Men's bathroom door, waiting until she entered the women's restrooms, locking the door behind her before he would walk away. They were at a conference and the last thing she wanted to do was make a scene and so she tried to remain professional. But, Dr Westibul continued to follow her wherever she went. Scully was worried that his behavior might become violent. Scully had told Mulder about him and he would meet her for lunch for the remainder of the conference, guarding her and showing her affection. They had been so much in love, she remembered. But, Dr. Westibul seemed unfazed by her relationship status.
Finally, Scully had had enough. Once again, Dr. Westibul had decided to follow her down the deserted bathroom hallway and she stopped in her tracks and turned to face him. He stood against the doorway of the restroom, a creepy grin on his face and she walked up to him as his eyes enlarged and his smile widened. Scully smiled back and then kneed him in the groin, taking him down to the floor. "Leave me alone, Dr. Westibul or you'll find yourself a Eunuch!"
Dr. Westibul covered his groin and stood up, backing away from the tiny woman. He spent the rest of the conference completely avoiding her. That had been the last time Scully had heard or seen him. So, it was a great surprise to her to receive a phone call from Dr. Westibul, calling her about a family that had come from out of state to see her.
Scully was in the E.R. seated behind the desk, ordering tests for the massive influx of patients that were stacked in the E.R. waiting area like sardines. Dr. Westibul had told her that a family with a sick son had come to see her. She had no idea why this family were seeking her out, but it was not unusual for her to have families show up on her doorstep, in a way. Since Scully had cured Christian Fearon when Stem Cell Research was in it's infancy, Families assumed she could treat their children as well. Scully's image had been blasted all over the media, landing her in medical journals and considered a valuable asset by the board at Our Lady of Sorrows. She'd become somewhat a celebrity to many in the medical community. But, despite her success, there were some children she just could not help. Hospital bureaucracy played a large role in who she was allowed to treat and who she wasn't.
Scully, dressed in her white doctor's coat, stood up and glanced down the halls. She had more than 30 patients waiting on her. She had sick and injured patients that had been waiting upwards of three hours on her. There were children with frightened parents as well as severely ill adults that she was treating alongside the two other E.R. doctors. She dreaded these times when she volunteered in the E.R. but she had a job to do and she knew the reason Dr. Spurlock often chose her to assist in the E.R. was because she got the job done. Whoever this family was on their way to the E.R. to see her, though, would have to wait.
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