by Invisivellum

"I don't remember much. There are flashes of intense pain. Inhumanly quick movements. White light, of course, glaring down from above. Invasions of various bodily orifices. The usual. 

"I remember -- or I think I do -- that I kept the pain at bay with memories of Scully. And, I'll be honest, fantasies of her, too. . .

"It's all like a dream now. A distant, unreal dream that could not possibly be true. These things don't happen to me. 
I don't get what I want."


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