56 : The Concept of Humility (RP for diagnosis_truth)
Post-"Medusa," circa the end of "The Bridge." Incorporating current canon timeline, though, because it makes things even more interesting.
Boston General Hospital
Boston, Massachusetts
Stark was beginning to regret that she had mentioned her hatred of hospitals to whatever Powers That Be, because now she'd been in them on two separate cases. And now she was actually a patient at said hospital. That was the worst part. The only way it could have gotten worse was if she had been admitted at Baltimore County Medical Center, then she'd probably have her mother nagging her about her career choice again.
After what had happened with the train, and her partner shoving her out of the way of said train, everything had seemed to go in slow motion. She, Doggett and Bianco had been extracted from the subway. Sore, tired and mentally exhausted, not to mention enjoying the sprained wrist Bianco had inflicted on her, she had endured the joy of decontamination. She had gone through a couple of procedures and an alcohol bath, and she still didn't know what the hell had infected her or if it was still on or in her somewhere. It had terrified her in that subway tunnel, but now she knew that it was just another day on the X-Files. She had been with the unit for months now; she should have known. Still it always managed to surprise her.
Stark didn't understand half of what had happened down there and she didn't need to. She had done her job, at least as well as she could have under the circumstances. If it had taught her anything, it was that her loyalty to John Doggett really did supercede all. She had been okay with going down as long as she had done it alongside him, and that was a brand new feeling even for her. Maybe it had to do with the fact that they had been dating for a couple of months now, but she doubted that even really had anything to do with it. Whether or not they were sleeping together didn't really impact how she felt about him or what they had accomplished. It was just about knowing who was worth dying for.
She'd been preparing to lay her life down alongside her partner and now she was sitting up restlessly in a hospital bed, bad wrist balanced on one knee, waiting for her test results. For all she knew, she could still be infected, or everything could be fine. But that was for people smarter than her to decide and she had elected merely to recite the Orioles' schedule back in her head until someone, be it her partner or a doctor or anyone else, came and told her exactly what the hell was going on.
Stark wanted to know if she was okay. She wanted to know more importantly if John was okay. And she definitely wanted to know when they could get the hell out of Boston; she was pretty sure that she was never going to take a subway ever again.
There was a knock at the door and she swiveled her head to see Scully. Hopefully, the other agent brought good news.
Boston General Hospital
Boston, Massachusetts
Stark was beginning to regret that she had mentioned her hatred of hospitals to whatever Powers That Be, because now she'd been in them on two separate cases. And now she was actually a patient at said hospital. That was the worst part. The only way it could have gotten worse was if she had been admitted at Baltimore County Medical Center, then she'd probably have her mother nagging her about her career choice again.
After what had happened with the train, and her partner shoving her out of the way of said train, everything had seemed to go in slow motion. She, Doggett and Bianco had been extracted from the subway. Sore, tired and mentally exhausted, not to mention enjoying the sprained wrist Bianco had inflicted on her, she had endured the joy of decontamination. She had gone through a couple of procedures and an alcohol bath, and she still didn't know what the hell had infected her or if it was still on or in her somewhere. It had terrified her in that subway tunnel, but now she knew that it was just another day on the X-Files. She had been with the unit for months now; she should have known. Still it always managed to surprise her.
Stark didn't understand half of what had happened down there and she didn't need to. She had done her job, at least as well as she could have under the circumstances. If it had taught her anything, it was that her loyalty to John Doggett really did supercede all. She had been okay with going down as long as she had done it alongside him, and that was a brand new feeling even for her. Maybe it had to do with the fact that they had been dating for a couple of months now, but she doubted that even really had anything to do with it. Whether or not they were sleeping together didn't really impact how she felt about him or what they had accomplished. It was just about knowing who was worth dying for.
She'd been preparing to lay her life down alongside her partner and now she was sitting up restlessly in a hospital bed, bad wrist balanced on one knee, waiting for her test results. For all she knew, she could still be infected, or everything could be fine. But that was for people smarter than her to decide and she had elected merely to recite the Orioles' schedule back in her head until someone, be it her partner or a doctor or anyone else, came and told her exactly what the hell was going on.
Stark wanted to know if she was okay. She wanted to know more importantly if John was okay. And she definitely wanted to know when they could get the hell out of Boston; she was pretty sure that she was never going to take a subway ever again.
There was a knock at the door and she swiveled her head to see Scully. Hopefully, the other agent brought good news.