From: pecan@hotmail.com   
      
   Title : Heading back to the E.R   
      
   Author : Valerie(PoorMulder) vavie2003@wanadoo.fr   
      
   Written for the September MR contest : "Heads up challenge"  (2nd place)   
      
   G - Third person POV   
      
   Vignette, MT.   
      
   Summary : Mulder comes back at the ER sometime after his brain surgery.   
      
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   Spoilers. Do we need them now? Sixth Extinction Trilogy.   
      
   Heading back to the ER   
      
      
      
      
      
   I've been at the hospital for only ten minutes when a very upset cab-driver   
   rushes into the waiting room, calling for help. I fly outside and discover   
   that his passenger is unconscious on the back seat.   
      
   I look at him  and remember him immediately. He was the one who arrived a   
   few weeks ago, aggressive and really out of his mind, and next comatose and   
   unresponsive. Then he disappeared a short time after, only to return some   
   time later, weak from unauthorized brain surgery performed by some shadowy   
   butchers. Some kind if FBI case. His story was a hot topic of conversation   
   and everybody in this hospital was aware of this guy and his injuries.   
      
   Despite his pale complexion, he seems to be in a better shape than the last   
   time I saw him. He looks to have regain some weight and the ugly scars   
   around his head have faded a little.   
      
   I try to revive him with little slaps on his cheeks, and he suddenly open   
   his eyes. His are so beautiful for a man and they take me aback, they're   
   very green, very glazed eyes. I can't help myself but smile and he responds   
   weakly.   
      
   "Can you stand up for a  while and follow me inside, Mr. Mulder ?"   
      
   "Mulder. Just Mulder. What ? You remember my name ?"   
      
   "You are not easy to forget, Mulder. You were kind of... high maintenance a   
   few weeks ago."   
      
   He colored a little, remembering the fuss he'd made before his previous   
   release. He stood up on wobbly legs and followed me cautiously inside. I   
   lead him into a cubicle where I instructed him to lay down immediately on   
   the gurney, he complied, shivering in the draft of the room.   
      
   "So ? What makes you come see us again here ? Addicted to our charm and good   
   humor, wonderful bedside manner perhaps ?" I said as I gathered my equipment   
   for his exam.   
      
   He shrugged and closed his beautiful eyes.   
      
   "My head is killing me." The grimace lining his face confirmed that much.   
      
   "Have you taken something  already for the pain ?"   
      
   "Yeh. I had 3 Tylenol few hours ago. It only make me puke my guts up."   
      
   I nod my understanding and begin my neural exam. Those chameleon pupils are   
   equal and reactive, but light seems to hurt them. Their owner covers his   
   eyes with one shaky hand, and moans silently.   
      
   While speaking softly to him, I stroke his chocolate brown hair with   
   affection. The gesture seems to ease his pain a little, and his lean body   
   relaxes under my touch.   
      
   "I want a CT scan performed as soon as possible. You may be bleeding   
   internally... Do you know the particular cause of the headache ?"   
      
   "I was suppose to rest and.. Well, stayed all the day in front of my   
   computer..."   
      
   I raise my eyebrows and I watch his face suddenly beam at me, like he has   
   seen this expression on someone else he know lately..   
      
   "... I was bored to death and I was feeling so good this morning...  Guess   
   that makes me a dumbass huh ?"   
      
   His sensual lower lip give his features the most adorable pout I have ever   
   seen. I can't help myself but smile.   
      
   He responds to my smile.   
      
   "It was not a brilliant move, Mulder..."   
      
   "Yes, but... Oh God... please do something. Hurts..." His hands suddenly fly   
   to both sides of his head and his eyes close with pain.   
      
   I heard the fear in his voice. I know that he is an active FBI agent and   
   that a relapse will seriously compromise his job situation. A field agent   
   needs to be 100% healthy and fit to perform his sometimes dangerous duties.   
      
   I start an I.V for fluids and Demerol and ask an orderly to take him into   
   radiology. The exam takes only one hour, and when I see him again he seems   
   to be less in pain.   
      
   "So.. what is the verdict, Doctor ?"   
      
   "Well... the scan is strictly normal. No bleeding, nothing to cause this   
   episode..." I see the relief in his handsome features, with no feeling of   
   small relief of my own. He seems such a nice kind man.   
      
   "I hear a but coming..."   
      
   "But you have to take it slowly, Mulder. Your brain surgery took a lot out   
   of you and your overall strength will need a sufficient amount of healing   
   time to build up again."   
      
   "You are sounding like my partner..."   
      
   "Speaking of her, do you want me to call Miss Scully ?"   
      
   "NO ! no, please. And its Doctor. Scully. She will have my ass in a sling."   
      
   I laugh at his comment. I can see by his expression that his last comment   
   isn't entirely without its appeal to him either, but I keep that thought to   
   myself.   
      
   "So... Can I go home now ?"   
      
   "No, I want you to stay here all night to be on the safe side and if you   
   feel better tomorrow, I will release you. I'm going to prescribe something   
   stronger than Tylenol if you have another intense headache like this one.   
   For now we will carefully monitor how you do overnight."   
      
   He seems content with the deal and slowly lets his droopy eyelids close. Its   
   been a long day for him and all the tests and pain have sapped strength that   
   he just doesn't have to spare yet. His voice is a little slurred by the   
   medication when he speaks again.   
      
   "Thanks for your understanding, Carla."   
      
   He remembers my first name too. It pleases me very much and i shake his   
   hand.   
      
   "My pleasure, Mulder. My pleasure."   
      
      
      
   END   
      
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