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Chapter Seven
I Don’t Know What To Say
Some new information comes to light…
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Scully was staring at Mulder who was in turn staring at Peter. Her blood pounded loudly in her ears and she swallowed, her throat very dry.
“What is he talking about?” she said. “Mulder, what-”
Loud muffled shouts from the hallway interrupted their conversation and had everyone looking toward the door.
“I will not calm down!” A woman was yelling. “I will not listen to what you’re saying right now! I have to see him! Let go of me!”
The door burst open and Mulder and Scully jumped up, hands on their weapons. A woman stood in the doorway, Doctor Huron behind her.
“Oh my God! It is you. Oh, Peter!” She ran into the room, stopping at his side and staring at him.
“Gina? What are you doing here?” he asked as he sat up straighter in bed.
“What… what am I doing here?!” she shouted. “Are you fucking kidding me?!”
“Ma’am, this is a hospital. You need to lower your voice,” Doctor Huron said sternly and Scully looked at Mulder, her hand moving from her gun.
“Peter… I can’t believe it’s you. I’ve been praying…” She gave a strangled sob and shook her head. “Say something.”
“Hello?” he said with a smile and a small shrug and Gina nearly collapsed, her knees buckling beneath her.
Mulder quickly caught her, giving her his chair. She laid her head on Peter’s chest and cried as he closed his eyes and ran his hand in her hair.
The other three in the room looked at one another awkwardly, not speaking as their attention returned to Peter and Gina.
“I thought… God, I thought I would never see you again,” she cried and Peter sighed, kissing the top of her head.
“I’m so sorry,” he whispered. “I never meant for you to worry.”
“Jesus, Peter,” she half sobbed as she raised her head and wiped her eyes. “Where have you been? What happened to you?” She touched his face and he leaned into her touch.
“I don’t know, G. I really don’t know.”
“Oh, Peter! Your treatments!”
“Gina,” he said, his face falling as he shook his head.
“Are…” She turned her head, her eyes wide as she looked from Mulder to Scully seeming to just realize they were there. Her gaze swung to Doctor Huron and she furrowed her brow. “Is he receiving his treatments?”
“Treatments?”
“Yes, his treatments.”
“Ma’am,” the doctor said, raising his eyebrows. “I don’t know what you mean.”
“You don’t… don’t know what I mean?” Gina asked, standing to her feet.
“Gina,” Peter said, but she ignored him.
“He’s been missing for a month… he’s missed so much time.” She turned back to look at him with fresh tears on her face. “Peter…”
“Gina… please sit down,” Peter said and she did, sinking into the chair. “I have something I need to say and it’s going to hurt you. If I could avoid it, forever, I would. But you deserve the truth, no matter how much you may hate me after I say it.”
“I would never-” she started to say, but he put a hand up, stopping her from speaking.
“You might, because I hate myself.” He dropped his head and let out a deep sigh. “The center turned me away when I got here. Told me that the cancer was too aggressive and to get my affairs in order instead.”
“What?” Gina said, a hand going to her mouth. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I couldn’t.”
“Cancer?” Doctor Huron asked and Scully looked at him, watching him frown.
“Yes,” Peter said, nodding as he looked at Gina. “Stage four lung cancer. Quite a shock as I never smoked and have always been fairly healthy.”
“Peter,” she whispered, taking his hand and holding it to her face.
“You…” Doctor Huron turned and walked from the room, hurrying down the hall. Mulder looked at Scully, raising his eyebrows as she shook her head.
“They said… there was nothing they could do. That the treatments would kill me faster than the disease. That I should plan my goodbyes and make sure things were in order for those I was leaving behind.”
Scully’s stomach dropped as she felt Mulder’s eyes on her, her hand going to her neck almost of its own volition.
Two years she had been clear, the chip beneath her skin doing its job, but it felt like yesterday when she had nearly died. She swallowed and dropped her hand down, meeting Mulder’s eyes briefly before looking back at Peter and Gina.
“You didn’t tell me,” Gina sobbed and Peter shook his head.
“I couldn’t. I knew you’d fly up here and want to be with me.”
“Of course I would, you idiot,” she said and he laughed softly, stroking her face.
“I couldn’t do that to you. To have you watch me die. To see the hope in your eyes diminish. You would have fought to the very end, demanding the doctors do more and fix things.”
“Of course I would, you idiot,” she said again, whispering this time as she started crying softly.
“They said six weeks. I… I couldn’t wrap my head around that and I couldn’t bring myself to tell you. I wanted you there, but I didn’t want you to watch me die.”
Scully looked at Mulder, her heart aching.
She had felt the exact same way. Wanting only him to be with her, but also wanting him as far away as possible. Seeing him watching her get weaker and weaker would have broken her heart, forget the cancer killing her. Knowing how her death would affect him, that would have been her downfall.
Mulder stared at her and she tried to smile, but knew it came out wobbly. She shrugged slightly, attempting to smile again even as she felt tears stinging her eyes. He nodded and sighed, looking down at the floor before shaking his head.
“I was driving, no destination in mind, when I stopped for gas and met Brent. He told me there was a party in a cemetery in town and it felt sadly poetic and I decided to go. I was going to take the night being reckless and stupid and then… call you and tell you everything was fine and they seemed hopeful.” Peter sighed and looked at Gina with tears shining in his eyes. “I couldn’t take that from you, that hope. I… I thought as long as you had it, maybe I would be okay.”
“Peter,” Gina cried, dropping her head to his chest again and sobbing.
He murmured to her and Scully quickly looked down and wiped away the tears on her cheeks. She saw the tips of Mulder’s shoes as he came to stand beside her. Raising her head, she met his eyes and he sighed as his arm gently brushed against hers.
“Six weeks,” Gina cried and Peter hummed. “That gives us only two weeks. Oh, Peter.” She cried harder and Scully drew in a steadying breath.
“I know. I’m so sorry. I should’ve called. Should’ve done so many things differently.”
Scully reached out and found Mulder’s hand, which had already been reaching for hers. She gripped his fingers tightly, her breathing shaky as she closed her eyes. He squeezed back and she bit her lip to keep from crying out.
“Umm…” She heard and opened her eyes as she raised her head. Letting go of Mulder’s hand quickly, she took a step away from him as Doctor Huron stood before them, a file in his hands. “Mister Blake…”
“Please, just Peter,” Peter said. “I’ve heard enough Mister Blake said in a concerned and polite tone, to then hear the worst news imaginable.” He shook his head and then pressed his lips to Gina’s hair. “Whatever you have to tell me, Doc, I already know.”
“I don’t think so,” Doctor Huron said with a smile as he stepped closer to Peter.
“What do you mean?”
“We ran tests when you came in unconsciously and unresponsive. Scans, x-rays, blood work. Not in any of the tests did we find the presence of cancer.”
“What?” Peter, Scully, and Mulder said together.
“It’s the truth. If we had seen it, or known about your history, it would have been one of our top concerns. Especially stage four.”
“What?” Peter said again and now Gina had quieted her tears and raised her head so she could listen.
“Could I see his chart?” Scully asked and Doctor Huron gave it to her as he continued to talk to Peter.
She looked through it and raised her eyebrows as Mulder read over her shoulder.
“Is it true?” he asked softly and she nodded in disbelief. She looked at him, her eyes wide.
“The probability of him having no signs of an aggressive form of cancer…” She shook her head and looked back at Peter.
“I… I don’t know what to say,” he said. “I want to be completely sure. Can… can we run more tests? Oh my God… Gina…” He pulled her to him and they both cried as they hugged and laughed.
Doctor Huron smiled as he watched them and then turned to Mulder and Scully, a perplexed and concerned look on his face.
Glancing down at Peter’s chart once more, she felt a knot beginning to form in her stomach.
How was it possible?
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jamesthecharizard · 1 year
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For some reason this makes me feel happy
Going out, and bringing my 3DS with me
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lackadaisycal-art · 3 months
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I'm getting so sick of major female characters in historical media being incredibly feisty, outspoken and public defenders of women's rights with little to no realistic repercussions. Yes it feels like pandering, yes it's unrealistic and takes me out of the story, yes the dialogue almost always rings false - but beyond all that I think it does such a disservice to the women who lived during those periods. I'm not embarrassed of the women in history who didn't use every chance they had to Stick It To The Man. I'm not ashamed of women who were resigned to or enjoyed their lot in life. They weren't letting the side down by not having and representing modern gender ideals. It says a lot about how you view average ordinary women if the idea of one of your main characters behaving like one makes them seem lame and uninteresting to you.
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sevinite · 16 days
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assorted transfem laios dunmeshi drawings,,,, her any pronouns agenderism is real and canonical to me
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blackkatdraws2 · 13 days
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[⚠️The Amazing Digital Circus SPOILERS] This episode was interesting!
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artistotel · 5 months
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hey! for todays protest, i made this little zine about palestine (holding just simple and basic information).
you can download the zine here, fold it yourself, and distribute it around.
no credit is needed. feel free to leave it around bars, protests, or wherever. simply print it (borderless) and fold it. here is a tutorial on how to do it.
dont stay silent. there is a genocide of horrendous, atrocious proportions going on. also if you are a zionist here to argue with me, i dont plan to entertain you at all, not on my art blog. fuck off, you'll be swiftly blocked. i see enough of you clowns on my main and i have no energy for you. you can skip the death threats too bc i dont give a shit.
(i'm off to get ready for a surgery now, i just wanted to post it before this. if you need anything, i might take a bit to reply)
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DEAD BOY DETECTIVES + the onion headlines
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The thing that is striking me the most about this album is just how messy and human it is. She’s not holding anything back or trying to appear one way or another. She’s just letting it all out regardless of what anyone might say. She found that trying to be polished and keep all the ugly, imperfect, human stuff in to be stifling and just said fuck it I need to do this for me. This album was an exorcism for her.
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un-pearable · 4 months
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fumifooms · 2 months
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Omg guys he just genuinely likes bugs and mollusks and critters 😭💘💔 Forced to noble when he just wanna crouch and watch things skitter in the dirt…
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amygdalae · 2 months
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this is the only anime i care abt for a variety of reasons but especially because theres comparative anatomy (the coolest thing in the world to me)
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I'm re-reading the Discworld series for reasons, and honestly the most relatable part of reading these as an adult is how many of the protagonists start out being tired, used to their little routine and vaguely disgruntled by the interruption of the Plot. Sam Vimes wants to lie drunk in a gutter and absolutely doesn't want to be arresting dragons. Rincewind is yanked into every situation he's ever encountered, though he'd much rather be lying in a gutter too. (Minus the alcohol. Plus regretting everything he's ever done said witnessed or even heard about fourth-hand in his whole life.) Granny Weatherwax is deeply suspicious of foreign parts and that includes the next town over; Nanny has leaned into the armor of "nothing ever happens to jolly grannies who terrorize their daughters-in-law and make Saucy Jokes"
Only the young people don't seem to have picked up on this---and that's fortunate, because someone has to run around making things happen, if only so Vimes and Granny and Rincewind have a reason to get up (complaining bitterly the whole time) and put it all to rights. Without Carrot, Margrat, Eric, etc. these characters don't have that reason; they're likely to stay in the metaphorical gutter and keep wondering where it all went wrong or why anything has to change.
............well, that's not quite true. You get the sense that Vetinari knows how much certain people hate the Plot. And as the person sitting behind the metaphorical lighting board of Ankh-Morpork, he takes no small pleasure in forcing the Plot-haters specifically to stand up, and say some lines.
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whoify · 29 days
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s10e05, oxygen // s11e07, kerblam!
lol. lmao even
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