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SUMMARY: MULDER HAS A BELLYACHE.
FOXMULDER'S APARTMENT /HEGAL PLACE
Mulder awakened to his alarm clock buzzing. He reached over
to click off the insistent buzzing and felt a twinge in his
stomach. He reached down to his mid abdomen and held on
tight a few minutes thinking that he had pulled a muscle.
After a few minutes the pain went to a mild ache and he
rolled over. A few more minutes and he would feel better. He
closed his eyes and fell back to sleep. He was awakened
again but this time by the persistent ringing of his phone.
He again reached over and picked up the phone feeling the
ache still present in the pit of his stomach. " Mulder." He
"Mulder, where are you?" Scully asked as she sat at his desk
leaning back in the old comfortable chair. She had become
worried when he had not been there when she arrived and had
become more concerned when he had not shown up by ten
He glanced over to his clock and threw his head back when he
saw the time, eleven fifteen. " I'm sorry Scully. Must have
over slept. I'll be there in an hour." He hung up the phone
and tried to roll out of the bed but was stopped by the pain
in his gut. The pain paralyzed him for a few minutes. He
tried to straighten out but was having a difficult time
doing any type of movement. Maybe I should call Scully back
he thought to himself but hesitated at the thought of being
dragged to the hospital.
He lay still for a few minutes and tried the motion again to
remove himself from the bed but again was unable to move due
to the now very sharp pain in his gut. "Dammit!" he called
out to nobody in particular. He was frustrated at the
thought of having to call his partner for assistance. He
might as well just pull out his health insurance card and
have it ready when she arrived. He picked up the phone and
hit speed dial.
She had sounded worried over the phone and told him that she
would be there in thirty minutes. The nausea was getting
overwhelming and if she did not get there soon he would
vomit all over himself and the bed. He heard a sound coming
from the living room and within a few seconds his red headed
partner entered the room with a medical bag in hand. "
What's wrong Mulder?" He shook his head and held on to his
stomach and to his stomach contents.
She pulled out a thermometer and seeing that he was having a
hard time trying not to vomit she slid it underneath his
arm. "Mulder did you eat something that was left in the
refrigerator for a while?" he shook his head and whispered
through the pain," Not food poisoning, didn't feel like
eating last night, stomach just didn't feel right." His
facial grimaces where starting to worry her medical mind.
She pulled the thermometer out after four minutes and read
the numbers of one hundred point one. She then placed her
cool hand on his forehead and felt the heat.
"Mulder I need to get you to an emergency room, do you think
you can make it to my car parked out front? He rolled his
eyes and thought about refusing but if he opened his mouth
right now he would only vomit. He tried to rise up on the
bed and doubled over in pain. The pain had gone from a sharp
pain to a stabbing pain and this time it went straight
through into his back. "Can't Scully." He mumbled weakly. "
I need to vomit." She ran into the bathroom and retrieved
the trashcan and held it under his chin as he emptied the
contents of his stomach. Soon the vomiting turned into dry
heaves and he held on tight to his stomach.
She reached over and grabbed the phone and dialed '911' and
gave them the address to his apartment. As she hung the
phone she looked down at the emesis and saw a small amount
of blood. He could have brought it up from throwing up so
hard. She placed the pan at the bedside and grabbed a
washcloth and placed it under the cool tap water in the
bathroom and brought it back and placed it on his head."
Don't feel good." He murmured, with eyes closed and his
right arm wrapped around his stomach. She rubbed his arm
gently," I know Mulder, help is on the way."
She heard the knocking at the door and went to answer; the
EMT's pulled in the gurney and medical equipment. They
quickly found the patient curled up in fetal position on he
bed. Scully stood in the doorway watching them do their job.
She turned to find several people staring into the hallway
door. She figured that people were use to him having
problems. Her attention quickly went back to her partner who
was calling her name. "Scully!" She walked over to the bed
and held his hand as the paramedic was attempting to try to
start an intravenous line but having a little bit of a
difficult time. He turned around to look at his partner and
Scully knew what would happen next. They pulled back the
covers and placed a tourniquet on his ankle and pulled out
another angiocath and slid the needle into the vein. Mulder
screamed in pain as the needle hit the sensitive skin.
Scully held on to his hand as the paramedics apologized for
the pain they were causing. The message that they were
bringing in a thirty nine-year old male abdominal pain was
made to the hospital and Mulder was carefully slid to the
awaiting gurney and hurried out the door.Scully followed the
ambulance in her car to Alexandria Hospital emergency
She got out her car and ran to the admitting desk." I'm
looking for Mr. Mulder. He was just brought in by ambulance.
The receptionist looked at the petite lady and then glanced
down to the emergency room log. "He just went back to
cubicle seven. Are you his family? " She asked, her job was
to prevent any non family members from entering the
emergency area. Scully knew the routine and she nodded,
feeling a little guilty for the lie. She walked back and
noted that the room was buzzing with activity. A nurse
walked out with a large syringe of blood, which she knew had
to hurt. She walked over to the bedside sliding her hand
into Mulder's as the doctor barked out orders. When the xray
machine arrived she exited out into the hallway.
When the xray was done she slipped back into the room and
found Mulder dozing off. The doctor must have given him
something for his pain. She thought he was asleep when she
heard, "Scully, I want to go home now. I'm feeling a lot
better." His voice low, almost in a whisper. She looked down
and his eyes were still closed and his body was still curled
around his stomach. " Mulder, you are feeling better because
of the pain meds. You are not ready to go home yet." She
answered in her most authoritative tone. He opened his eyes
and looked up at her with that puppy dog look but it never
worked on her but he always tried it anyway. A few seconds
later he was vomiting again.
The doctor entered the cubicle again with a syringe and
another man in tow." Mr. Mulder, this is Dr. Andrews, he is
a surgeon that I've asked to take a look at your stomach."
He pulled up the IV tubing and rubbed the port and placed
the needle into the rubber stopper and slowly pushed the
medicine. " This is something for your nausea." Mulder
nodded as he lay his head into the flat pillow. The surgeon
started asking a barrage of questions concerning surgeries
in the past, did he still have his appendix, had he been in
any recent accidents or received any blows to the abdomen.
Mulder continued to shake and nod his head drowsily to the
questions. When he placed the cold stethoscope to his
abdomen he flinched away but the surgeon approached again
and was successful in keeping in intact to listen.
The surgeon left to look at the films. The nurse entered and
was carrying a thermometer. Mulder looked up and opened his
mouth but the nurse shook her head and made him roll over.
She gave Scully a piercing look and she turned her head and
the nurse proceeded to place the thermometer into his
rectum. He felt embarrassed but at least Scully turned her
head, he thought to himself. When she pulled it out it read
one hundred point three. She then proceeded to hold his hip
in place and she pushed something up inside him that was
cold. " This is for your fever Mr. Mulder, I will be back in
a few minutes. Don't push out the tylenol suppository." He
nodded and she left. He hated hospitals and he hated being
sick. "Take me home Scully. I really am feeling better." She
walked back across the room and picked up his too warm hand,
" Mulder, the doctor wants to check you out first. If he
says I can take you home then you will go back to my place.
" Mulder lifted up his all too sleepy eyes to look at his
partner," Agent Scully are you taking me home to put me to
bed?" he leered at her with weak eyes. She smiled and looked
down at Mulder, "Yes, Because you are way too sick to try
anything." He shook his head " Don't underestimate my
healing powers Scully." He closed his eyes and got really
quiet. The combination of pain medication, fever medication
and the antiemetic had made him very sleepy.
Scully stood at his bed stroking his head and smiled while
he dozed off to sleep. He was awakened by the sounds of
voices in the room and when he opened his eyes he saw Scully
and the ER physician talking. He could not hear their words
but evidently Scully was agreeing with him on something. A
few seconds later Scully was by his side and she was rubbing
his head. "What's wrong." His words were low and his voice
was raspy from all the meds. She shook her head; they are
going to put you in observation. The surgeon thinks that you
have symptoms that need to be watched over the next twenty
-four hours. Since your appendix has been removed they are
going to just watch your symptoms. He nodded weakly and then
he knew that he had to move fast, the feeling of needing to
have diarrhea hit hard and he raised up quickly but Scully
pushed him back down. " I got to go Scully, now!" his voice
was desperate and she grabbed a bedpan and in his urgency he
slid onto it quickly.
He felt like crap and he wanted to go to sleep but everytime
he closed his eyes he had to go to the bathroom. The bedpan
satunder his covers for convenience. Scully went to look at
his lab work again. He wanted to go home. The IV in his hand
had started hurting and it was starting to get redder and
redder at the site and his bottom felt as red as the IV
site. He also was starting to itch everywhere and he felt
that he was going to puke at any moment. Basically he felt
that he was going to die. Well, he was closer to the morgue
here than he was at home. He tried to get comfortable and
wait for Scully.
Mulder had finally fallen asleep but he was restless. She
had checked the lab results but they looked fine. Basically
what Mulder diagnosis was: ABDOMINAL PAIN WITH FEVER OF
UNKNOWN ORIGIN. She walked over and touched his hand and
felt the fever radiating off his body. She then noticed the
IV and the redness at the site. She pushed the call light
and awaited the nurse. She then noticed a very red and very
When he awakened again he was greeted by the awesome smile
of his partner but he felt different. He was now sporting a
nasogastric tube and a foley catheter. He was itching head
to toe and he felt as if someone had put a fire underneath
his bottom. " What is going on Scully?" he asked noticing
that his voice was a mere whisper.
"SHH, Mulder everything is fine. The doctor felt that you
needed a relief from trying to do everything yourself. He
placed the tubes to give you some relief." He shook his head
and tried to roll over, "I'm itching all over Scully." Then
something else dawned on him and he pulled up the covers and
saw that he was wearing a diaper. " What the hell is this
Scully? I'm not a baby!" his face was one of pure shock. She
shook her head and lowered the covers and took his hand. "
Mulder, you have a fever rash, that's what is causing the
itching. Also the diaper is for the diarrhea, you've been
out for a while." He looked at her with sad eyes," I'm not a
baby Scully." She took his hand and held it firmly,"You are
definitely not a baby Mulder. When you feel better then we
will let you be more independent but for now you need to
rest." He nodded reluctantly and turned over to face the
wall. Her feelings weren't hurt because she knew that he was
exerting some kind of control in a helpless situation.
He fell back to sleep after his bout of disapproval of all
the tubes and paraphenalia. She sat by his bed awaiting his
diagnosis. When the physician entered she expected him to
diagnose her partner with poisoning or some type of alien
bug but was surprised at he gave her the diagnosis. " Mr.
Mulder has the stomach flu. A pretty bad case actually and I
want to keep him here for a few days due to his high fevers
and his hydration status. Scully agreed and waited for her
partner to awaken.
When he awakened hours later his mood was not much better
and she thought he was going to get up and try to walk out
of the hospital. "What did the doctor say Scully?" he was
irritable and craby and he did not want to be bothered with
half truths. She looked down on her red spotted partner,"
The doctor says you have the stomach flu. You'll need to
stay here for a few days. He shook his head and looked
upset. " What's wrong Mulder?" he turned and looked at his
partner, "I can't even do a simple bellyache simple Scully.
Why can't anything be simple?" She shook her head and
shrugged, "Because it's just you Mulder, it's just the way
it is and we get through it and move onward," He closed his
eyes and snuggled down into the pillow, holding her hand
tight. " Only because I have you Scully. Only because I have
you." She kissed his forehead and watched him fall back to
sleep." She nodded and whispered, "You will always have me