X-Files Fic: "Hospital Sorrows" 1/1
Title: Hospital Sorrows
Fandom: The X-Files
Author: evil_little_dog
Characters: Fox Mulder, Dana Scully
Words: 179
Rating: K+
Summary: While Scully sleeps, Mulder mourns.
Warnings: Season 3
Disclaimer: Chris Carter owns these people; not me.
thru_the_blinds’ prompt: “Mulder, remorse”; fanfic_bakeoff prompt: “sticky”.
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Scully’s asleep, and Mulder can’t tell whether it’s because of the drugs they’re pumping into her. It doesn’t matter. He’s not supposed to be in the hospital. Visiting hours are long over, and he’d only gotten into her room by sneaking past the night nurse. If Scully was awake, he isn’t sure what he’d do.
He takes her hand, cradling it in his own. Her skin is tacky, sticky with perspiration. Mulder wonders if the medication is making her sweat. Scully’s unresponsive, unaware, and he thinks it’s for the best. He doesn’t have the words to convey the remorse he feels. How he isn’t sure how he could go on without her. How much he needs her, to keep him in line, to keep him focused, to keep him true.
Pressing his forehead to her fingers, he screams silently, mourning for everything that’s gone wrong, for her, for the downward spiral their lives seem to be twined into. He can’t let her know, though, not while she’s awake, when he has to be her strength.
Tonight, though, he’ll cry.
X X X
Fandom: The X-Files
Author: evil_little_dog
Characters: Fox Mulder, Dana Scully
Words: 179
Rating: K+
Summary: While Scully sleeps, Mulder mourns.
Warnings: Season 3
Disclaimer: Chris Carter owns these people; not me.
thru_the_blinds’ prompt: “Mulder, remorse”; fanfic_bakeoff prompt: “sticky”.
X X X
Scully’s asleep, and Mulder can’t tell whether it’s because of the drugs they’re pumping into her. It doesn’t matter. He’s not supposed to be in the hospital. Visiting hours are long over, and he’d only gotten into her room by sneaking past the night nurse. If Scully was awake, he isn’t sure what he’d do.
He takes her hand, cradling it in his own. Her skin is tacky, sticky with perspiration. Mulder wonders if the medication is making her sweat. Scully’s unresponsive, unaware, and he thinks it’s for the best. He doesn’t have the words to convey the remorse he feels. How he isn’t sure how he could go on without her. How much he needs her, to keep him in line, to keep him focused, to keep him true.
Pressing his forehead to her fingers, he screams silently, mourning for everything that’s gone wrong, for her, for the downward spiral their lives seem to be twined into. He can’t let her know, though, not while she’s awake, when he has to be her strength.
Tonight, though, he’ll cry.
X X X