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Sick Day	By : Maripose Category: S through Z > X-Files Views: 6706 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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CHAPTER II
Mulder sat in the apartment, head still in his hands for an hour longer, his mind racing, stomach in knots.
He felt a push of bile up his esophagus and rushed to the bathroom before expelling the soup Scully had made him not much earlier.
He sat down hard next to the toilet and laid his forehead against the rim.
His chest heaved, head pounding.
His mind kept spinning, causing his thoughts to develop vortex with one thought at its center, Scully’s face.
The look she had given him before she bolted caused his stomach to heave again.
He was so fucked at work tomorrow.
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The next morning outside of his office, Mulder paused and took a deep breath, trying to keep calm.
He could do this.
He opened the door and stepped into his office.
Scully had already been in, her laptop set up and on was a sure sign of that.
Mulder heaved a sigh and sat down at his desk, leaning over to turn his computer on. As he sat back with a tired sigh, his body weary and exhausted from very small amounts of restless sleep last night, Scully walked in with two cups of coffee.
“Oh, you’re here.” She walked over and set the cup down in front of him and turned to sit herself in front of her own computer and flipped an old file open from a stack in front of her and began typing away.
Mulder cleared his throat and looked away from her, “Scully, about yester-” Scully cut him off.
“It’s fine Mulder. I brought you soup, we watched TV, I fell asleep, then woke up and left.” She kept her eyes on her screen, fingers still continuously typing away.
Each keystroke hit Mulder deeply, only gouging the chasm that her flippant brush off had created in his chest.
Scully started as Mulder slammed his hands down on the desk and stood up, his arms shaking. “No Scully, that’s NOT what happened. It isn’t and you know it. I kissed you goddamnit. I kissed you because I fucking love you.” Mulder kept his head down breathing heavily, his eyes wide open with the sudden realization of what he had said without thinking.
Oh God, he thought. Oh God I love Scully. I love Scully so much I’d die for her. Oh Fuck.
His stomach clenched again.
He was going to puke.
He lurched towards the door, his legs shaking, a rushing sound filling his ears, drowning out the sound of Scully yelling his name.
He made it halfway to the elevator before he collapsed and began to retch, his body spasming harshly as his stomach emptied what little substance he had tried to eat this morning onto the floor under him.
Scully was at his side, hands smoothing his sweaty hair from his head, trying to talk to him and keep him somewhat calm as she shakily pulled out her cellphone and called Skinner’s office.
“Mulder’s collapsed in the basement, please call an ambulance.”
She hung up the phone and continued to help Mulder, holding his head up and facing the floor to keep him from choking on anything.
His body shook, tremors wracking the prone form.
Scully leaned over the figure, her head low and mouth close to his ear as she whispered a litany of comforting phrases, telling the sick and distraught man that he shouldn’t worry himself, that he shouldn’t have let himself get his bad, that she needed him to hold on, that she needed him too, that she loved him.
Mulder lay shivering in Scully’s arms, body still shaking violently. He listened to the worried woman’s words and grasped onto her declaration of love desperately, as a man afloat in a sea would grasp a life preserve.
He listened to Skinner’s arrival and the thundering steps of men coming out of the elevator before allowing himself to succumb to darkness.
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Scully stayed by his side as the paramedics lifted the limp form and strapped it to gurney.
She held tight to his hand, insisting on being by his side the entire ride to the hospital.
She was only pulled away as the paramedics pulled Mulder into the ER.
She began to fight off orderlies and nurses trying to keep her out of the ER, ignoring her yells that she was a doctor, that she had to be with him
She only began to calm when firm hands grabbed her shoulders. “Agent Scully, you need to calm down. Now.”
She looked up at the A.D. “He COLLAPSED Skinner! He was so sick he collapsed! Oh God, it’s all my fault. He kissed me and I bolted. He was probably freaking out and over thinking all night. I’m such a horrible person!”
Scully’s eyes watered and the Assistant Director of the F.B.I. saw something not many living people had, he saw Dana Scully cry.
She held onto Skinner’s shoulder, head bowed and began to sob. Her chest heaved with her tears, and Skinner pulled the distraught woman into a hug, cradling her small form to his larger one until the sobbing subsided into quieter tears.
He led her towards an empty row of chairs against one side of the room and let her sit down before crouching in front of her.
He lightly gripped Scully’s skin and tilted her face up to look at his.
“Agent Scully, I have no clue what you’re talking about. I’m going to assume something happened between you and Agent Mulder last night. He will be fine Scully. He’s not dying, just keep it together and talk to him.” Skinner laid a hand on the side of Scully’s face, concern and love lying bare in his eyes.
Love for his two favorite agents, and love for the small woman in front of him especially.
“Sir, I believe that’s the most heartfelt I’ve ever heard you.”
Skinner coughed and stood up awkwardly, retracting his eyes from Scully’s form, “Yes. Well. I’m going to go get some coffee.” And he walked away from the red headed woman who sat back in her chair.
She tilted her head down and rested her forward on her palms, her elbows propped up on her knees in the same manner Mulder had after she left him last night.
She felt terrible. He had kissed her and she had freaked out.
The man she trusted with her life and loved more than anyone else had kissed her, and she had shoved him away.
How dense was she!
And knowing Mulder as well as she did, the sick man had exhausted himself by staying up all night thinking,
She wished she had just called him.
If she had just called him, and talked about it, like adults, everything would be ok.
Hell, she might even be waking up with him right now.
Her cheeks coloured at the thought.
Yup, definitely a dolt.
The more she thought about it, the worse she felt.
She began to feel like she had shot the poor man all over again.
A shadow fell over her and she sat back again to see Skinner holding two Styrofoam cups,, one close to his chest, the other held out to her. She took it and the tall man sat next to her with a sigh.
“I asked a nurse, she said that they’re still checking him over, but he seems mostly ok. A bad bump on the head and mild dehydration. Nothing too horrible. We can visit him soon.”
He blew on his coffee before taking a sip and looking around the room before settling his eyes back on Scully’s face.
“So…Want let me know what happened last night? Something about a kiss?” Skinner kept a smile at bay as Scully’s cheeks flamed red and she sunk low into her chair.
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A.N. So, I wrote this on my phone at school and just spent 30~ish mins getting it onto my computer. I almost made an awkward Skinner/Scully move there, but n'awwww. I'll save it for Snowed In. SORRY I TOOK SO LONG TO UPDATE! THANK YOU FOR READING!
What was I listening to?
Velvet Goldmine OST
Maroon 5's Songs About Jane and It Won't Be Soon Before Long.
I love you all, let me know what you think!
~Maripose
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