He woke with
a start, jerking up from his reclined position. What the hell? He sank back
into the couch, taking a breath. She was okay; the bullet had gone through
cleanly. They were just keeping her overnight for observation.
She’d been
shot in the shoulder, almost identical to the location of his wound from so many
years ago, when she had taken him out. It was one of the many times that she’d
saved him with her quick thinking and swift actions. At least it wasn’t he that
had shot her. He’d never sleep again with that kind of scene playing in his
head.
So what was
he doing at home?
He shouldn’t
have let that nurse throw him out. Unfortunately she was well acquainted with
him and hadn’t let him get away with his usual charm game.
But it was a
cinch he wasn’t going to get any more sleep tonight. She was okay. He hadn’t
left until he had gotten all the reassurances. Hell. He shoved his shoes back
on, screw this.
He grabbed
his leather jacket off the coat tree and was out the door.
*****
He took the
stairs rather than the elevator and opened the door just a crack to see if there
were any nurses guarding her, to keep him at bay. He didn’t see anyone at the
desk, so he slipped carefully into the hall. Her room was about half way down.
He made it swiftly and quietly.
There was
enough light from the hall through the glass in the door to see that she was
asleep. The bandage covering her left shoulder drew his attention. The IV had
been removed. She really was doing fine. He sighed with relief and settled
himself in the chair by her bed.
When the
nurse opened the door sometime later, Scully’s finger came to her lips to warn
her to be quiet. The nurse glanced over at the chair and her eyes narrowed.
“Please,”
Scully whispered.
The nurse
drew closer to the bed. “I threw him out of here hours ago.”
A slight
smile graced Scully’s face. “I’m sure you did.”
“You need
your rest.”
“So does he.
He’s not disturbing me.”
“You’re
awake.”
Rather than
argue, Scully just turned to watch him. “Please.”
The nurse
sighed and proceeded to take Scully’s temperature. The nurse gave her two pain
pills and after a last glance at Mulder, she let herself out. Scully made
herself comfortable and closed her eyes.
*****
“Mulder?”
She spoke softly, but he heard her. He met her eyes with a sheepish expression
on his face. “I thought you got thrown out of here.”
“Who me?”
“There was no
need to stay here last night, Mulder. I’m fine.” He almost
managed to hide the wince. She sat up then and swung her legs out of the bed.
“Hey, hey,
what do you think you’re doing?” He was on his feet, his arm out to steady her.
“I just
wanted you to know they’re taking me down for an x-ray before they release me.
I didn’t want you to wake up and find me gone.”
“Thanks,” he
said, for just a moment envisioning that scenario and suppressing a shudder.
They turned
as the door opened and the orderly came in with a wheelchair. “Could you get my
stuff together? I can leave when I get back.”
“Will do.”
He watched her rolled out of the room. He stretched and got out the plastic bag
the hospital had provided. Her blouse had been cut from her in the ambulance.
Just the memory caused another shudder through his body. She would have to wear
something from the hospital home.
******
He settled
her in the car and buckled her in. She leaned back and closed her eyes. When
she opened them, she sat up a little straighter. “Where are you taking me?”
“Uh, home.”
“My home is
the other way.”
He shrugged.
“So I’m taking you to my home.”
“Mulder, I
appreciate - “
“If you’re at
your place, you’ll try to do things, like clean or cook. We both know those
things don’t happen at my apartment.”
She chuckled
slightly at that. “I’m not sure - “
“I am.
Relax, Scully.”
She leaned
back again, closing her eyes. She felt safe and that felt good.
He helped her
from the car and kept his arm around her in the elevator. Once in the apartment
he turned her toward the bedroom.
“Mulder, I
don’t have anything here.”
“It’s okay.
After I get you settled, I’ll run over to your apartment and get whatever you
need, fill your prescription and get some groceries.”
“Mulder, you
have to go to work.”
“I’m on
administrative leave, Scully. I discharged my weapon.”
She smile
faded away. “I didn’t even ask . . . How is he?”
“You were
drugged, don’t worry about it.” He turned away.
“Mulder, you
didn’t answer me.”
“He’s dead.”
Her eyes
widened.
“I was aiming
to disarm, but he turned into the bullet.”
She watched
him for a moment, “Are you okay?”
“He shot
you.”
“Are you
okay?” She held out her hand and he took it.
He gave her a
half smile. “Yeah. I think I am now.”
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