by Rachel Wilder

I snap back to the room. I've had these visions, these flashbacks before, at the hospital. Scully doesn't know and I don't want her to. She already has too much to cope with besides me having a breakdown every ten minutes. I just hope that it's my over-active imagination because if that's actually what happened to me, I'm not sure I could handle it.

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