Dana Scully came running through the ER only minutes after the gunmen group had brought Anderea in. She rushed over to where they were clustered, the hall between the waiting room and nurse’s station.
“They won’t let us in,” was Langly’s greeting, “We have no idea what’s going on.”
Frohike took hold of Scully’s arm, “She didn’t look good.” In his eyes she could see how helpless he felt.
She nodded, biting the inside of her lower lip to hold back her emotions, “I’ll go.” She patted the shorter man’s shoulder before taking off toward the nurse’s station. The others follow out of pure habit.
“Special Agent Dana Scully,” she flashed her badge at the head nurse, “I’m a medical doctor and demand to see Anderea Jupitor. I’m her personal physician and do not want anyone else treating her. Is that understood? I need her charts and the complete co-operation of the staff of this hospital.” She gave the other woman no chance to speak. “Let’s get moving,” she demanded, impatient about waiting for the obedience.
The nurse glared, “Yes doctor,” she grabbed the chart from the back wall and walked around the desk, “this way,” she lead the agent/doctor down the corridor, opening the door to the room, “She was just admitted, so nothing has really been done yet. Quite frankly we have a lot of questions about her condition,” she held the clip board out for her.
Saying nothing Scully took the item and stepped through the door. The chart said nothing more then her bare statistics: height, approximate weight, time of arrival, note on her appearance and blood type. That is what caught her attention most. It didn’t match her tests. That she was sure the group outside could explain, but now she was concerned about Anderea’s state. She had slipped into unconsciousness - always dangerous but especially with how very low her blood pressure was and the struggle her body was going through to stay functioning. She inspected under the gaze bandages, two inch wide bruises circled her wrists along with the beginning of deep lesions, made by a struggle was her guess. Also the inside her elbow was bandaged, one from an IV needle, the other much more sinister. A bruise covered the whole area; centred was a large, deep but surgical cut held together, barely by a butterfly bandage. On her body there were no wounds other then the four-inch wide bruise running across her ribs.
Scully was worried by Anderea’s current state, and also saddened. She barely remembered, first hand, what they had done to her but the event had scarred her for life. Now she was afraid of what this would do to the young woman laying out in front of her. Right now though she was concerned with the duty of making sure she survived the physical damage.
She stepped into the hall, into the waiting group, including the nurse now.
“Can I see her?” Langly sounded desperate.
“Immediate family only,” the nurse shook her head, crushing the man.
“They are to be considered her immediate family,” Scully informed her, “I don’t want anyone other than these five in her room, without my knowledge. Is that clear?”
After a glare down the nurse nodded, “Only one visitor at a time,” She told the group, allowing Langly admittance. She tried to hold at least something from the hospital rules. She was not about to loose her job because of one power-tripping doctor flashing a badge.
“I want a blood test run,” Scully continued, giving a look to the remaining members of the group, “And I have questions of my own for them.”
The nurse huffed, not liking taking orders from some younger woman thinking she can give them because of her badge. She turned on her heels, taking off in the opposite direction.
Once the un-trusted, third party was out of ear shot Scully began, “I won’t even ask why my blood test doesn’t match her, but somebody tell me what happened to her. Who did THAT to her? And just what did they do?” She was careful to keep her voice low.
Yves held a medical report out for her, “They extracted her blood to restart Project Jupiter,” the ‘they’ didn’t have to be clarified, “It’s not possible to recreate the DNA sequence, so they drained her to infect – and create – others.”
Scully nodded, reading over what was given to her. Her face giving no sign of emotion, she even fought showing it in her eyes. The cringing and sickness was inside.
“Nurse,” she called the slightly older woman back, “I want to set up a transfusion as soon as possible. She’s lost a lot of blood.”
The nurse raised an eyebrow.
“Just do it,” Scully became forceful again.
“Type?” she asked snidely.
The red head look over the group around her, getting guilty looks from the men, and feeling foolish herself for having to ask for the truth.
“AB negative,” Yves nodded. She did know, considering she had an inside track.
The nurse’s face clouded with actual concern, “I’ll alert the bank, doctor, we just don’t keep enough here.”
Biting her lip again, the petit, fiery doctor worried about the amount of time. Anderea was already struggling and had been missing blood for who knows how many days, if the other chart was reliable it had been just over a week. She glanced over the group, all desperate to help, hoping to find a donor, “Any of you?”
Their faces became guiltier, again being helpless, useless.
“I am,” the raven-haired beauty spoke, gentler this time and surprising them all.
Scull had no real idea who she was, or her relationship in all this, but did note the trust shown by the Gunmen. And trust with them, as well as her, was something to be earned.
The nurse nodded, “Just a few questions…” she began leading Yves in another direction, “Name?’
“Lora Ashley Veed,” Yves replied.
X X X
Langly was apprehensive about going over to her. He had seen her injured before, but with time was real. This was a real hospital, there was real blood on the bandages, she was really unconscious and this fear was definitely real.
“Derea?” he whispered, almost afraid to disturb her. Even though he knew he couldn’t, she had barely moved on the way here. He doubted she could even hear him when he tried to regain her and reassure her in the van.
Nervously, he approached her bed, both anger and pain brewing inside him. His eyes stung with tears and his heart ached. Emotions conflicting and raging. He crouched down next to her bed. Langly could barely recognise the woman in front of him. It was still Anderea, but seemed like a shell of her. She was fragile, weak and deadly pale, which made him scared to touch her. He moved his hand, but couldn’t bring it down to hold hers.
Dropping to his knees, he rested his head on the cold metal rail of the bed, his face buried and he cried.
Dark thoughts and images drifted in his head: What they did to her, the physical pain of hers and the pain they both felt, being alone and a final image of him standing at a fresh grave, her’s. Also a question, was she still Anderea now? After all this was she still the girl he had fallen on love with? He sobbed loudly and openly, his grief taking on an angry edge, “I’m gonna get them,” he rose to his feet, standing over her with strength that wasn’t his, “They’ll pay for what they’ve done to you.” Tears still burned down his face.
The room’s door opened, Scully and two attendants entered.
“Langly?” her voice was just above a whisper and gentle. She placed a hand on his shoulder, which he jerked away from. She wouldn’t rob him of his rage.
“We’re taking her for tests and a transfusion,” she explained the movement around him but he heard nothing, “I’ll be with her the whole time.”
Langly straightened his slumped shoulders, “I swear,” he vowed to himself and his lover in an almost inaudible whisper and left the room.
In the hall he was greeted by the three remaining men, he didn’t try to hide the red eyes or water stained cheeks. "John, stay with Anderea,” the importance of his request is clear by using his first name.
“Of course,” Byers replied, “…but where are you going?”
“Back to the compound,” the younger man’s eyes were stone, “They can’t get away with it,” he muttered to himself.
Byers began to object when Frohike agreed, his eyes stones of anger and pain.
The door opened again and the attendants and Scully pushed Anderea out of the room. Byers’ attention fell on the almost alien form in front of him. He turned back to where Langly and Frohike were, fighting the burn of tears, but they were gone – having taken Jimmy with them.
