Title: INFESTED (part one)

Thanks: I WANT TO THANK MY BETA LINDSEY, SHE IS THE BEST AND IS
ALWAYS SUPPORTIVE. ALSO A SPECIAL THANKS (I FORGOT ON MY LAST
STORY " BROKEN JAW") SHEILA PAUL. SHE IS A GREAT SOURCE OF
MEDICAL INFRMATION AND REALLY GOT ME THROUGH THE SURGICAL POST OP
PERIOD, SHE IS GREAT! IT'S GREAT TO HAVE SUCH A GREAT FANFIC
SUPPORT SYSTEM!
DISCLAIMER: THE CHARACTERS OF MULDER AND SCULLY BELONG TO CHRIS
CARTER AND COMPANY. ANYTHING ELSE BELONGS TO ME!
NOTE: THIS STORY WAS A DREAM. CAN'T BELIEVE I HAVE SUCH BAD
DREAMS! IT DEVELOPED INTO A STORY. HOPE YOU LIKE.


XFILES OFFICE

June 29, 2001He felt bored. He had taken off his jacket and his
tie and had his feet propped up on his desk. His partner was out
of town visiting her mother, actually they were taking a cruise
together and he was sitting in his office throwing pencils into
the ceiling. His concentration was off a bit and he actually felt
fairly lonely without his partner. As he was getting ready to get
a double sticker into the same ceiling tile the phone rang and he
almost toppled over in his chair.

He looked down at his phone and noted that it was an outside
line, maybe it might be Scully, he thought to himself. He quickly
picked up the phone, "Mulder."

" Hey Fox! This is Professor Gantt at the Smithsonian. Sorry to
bother you but I have a very interesting problem and I was
wondering if you would like to come with me to help solve it."

The let down was short lived and he actually needed something to
concentrate on for the next two weeks. Skinner had told him to
take a vacation, that he was not going out into the field without
his partner. " What kind of problem?" he asked with excitement.

" Snakes." He answered without any other explanation.

A roll of goose bumps rose behind his neck. His thoughts of
snakes had not been pleasant since his little trip to Tennessee.
The fear was still fairly vivid and the pain was still fresh in
his mind. "Where are these snakes
Robert?" he asked with a little hesitancy.

" They are in a small village outside of Cameroon. The villagers
have been reporting that a bus filled with tourists disappeared a
few days ago. Also that there have been reports of a large number
of snakes in the area." The professor hesitated for a few seconds
and then continued, "The villagers have rumored that the tourists
turned into snakes."

The words of the professor seemed familiar and he recognized an
old folklore he had read in a journal about a poisonous species
of snake that would infest the body of a man and take over his
soul. " Do you think that the story has any merit? Has anybody
got any proof?"

" That's why I called you Spooky. Nobody else would believe this
story." He waited but no response to his Spooky remark but none
came and he continued." A snake bit a villager several weeks ago
near Cameroon. He was very ill but he recovered. Afterwards he
described how he had come upon a snake that had talked to him and
then deceived him into following him into the dense jungle. There
he led him to a village of snake handlers and they performed a
ritual. The venomous snake bit him and the next thing he
remembered were voices that were speaking strange languages and
he was slithering along the cold ground. He spoke of watching the
other snakes go inside of people and taking their souls. He has
been afraid ever since, feeling that he will return to being a
snake."

Mulder was quiet and did not really know what to make of the far
fetched story but it did intrigue him and he didn't have anything
else to do but throw pencils into the ceiling." Are you going to
check out the story?"

" Only if you will go with me Fox. I want someone who will have
an open mind." Professor Gantt hoped that his friend would accept
and come on his journey to Cameroon.

" Let me call my boss and see if can take some time off and I
will call you back at the institute." Mulder's long fingers were
already playing with the computer keys, looking up poisonous
snakes in Cameroon. He knew that Skinner would welcome him taking
a vacation but he was a little hesitant to leave the country on
such short notice with Scully out of town.

"Don't let me down Fox. I really need your help on this one." He
added before he hung up the phone.

Mulder slid the phone back into the receiver and concentrated on
the computer screen. He would get the information and call
Skinner. He would also need to try to contact his partner but it
might be a bit hard since she was on a cruise with her mother. He
leaned back in his chair and read the screen.


July 17,2001

Scully entered the office expecting her partner to be sulking in
the corner but his chair was empty and unopened mail was piled on
her desk. She gathered the mail and placed it in the basket. She
was about to go and get a cup of coffee and call Skinner to find
Mulder's whereabouts when she noticed an envelope addressed to
her sitting on her desk. She picked it and noticed that it was
written in Mulder's handwriting. She quickly opened it and read
the note:

Scully, in case you get back early I have gone on a trip with a
friend but should be back by July 10th.

Mulder.

Scully placed his note into her pocket and turned and walked out
into the hallway towards the elevator. Mulder would have told
Skinner where he was going and maybe he might have even left a
message on her answering machine. She felt bad for not checking
messages when she got home last night and she was running late
this morning and had still had not checked them. She entered the
elevator and pushed the button.

When she arrived to in Skinner's office Kimberly greeted her,
"Director Skinner is not in, can I help you?

" Do you know what time he will be back in his office?" Her hand
was in her pocket fingering Mulder's note.

" He left a few days ago and did not mention when he would
return. Actually he went to search for your partner." Kimberly
stood and walked a short distance to a filing cabinet and pulled
out a folder. " He wanted me to give you this when you returned.
He told me to tell you that he could not wait. He felt an urgency
to find Agent's Mulder's whereabouts.

Scully took the offered folder and sat down and opened it up. She
knew that Skinner must of felt that her partner was in trouble
for him to attempt to find him. There was a letter addressed to
her and she felt a twinge of apprehension as she opened it up to
read the contents.

SCULLY

I have gone to find Mulder. When he did not return on July 10th I
was concerned but when he had not returned by July 12TH I
attempted to contact his colleague at the Smithsonian Institute.
They told me that he had not been heard from since he left for
Cameroon with Mulder on June 30th. He was to be back by July
10th.

We both know Mulder and we know his propensity for getting
himself into trouble. I would not be surprised to find him tied
up by the local natives. I will contact you on July 17th if I
have not returned.

AD Skinner

Scully tapped the paper for a few minutes and then stood. "If the
Director calls please put his call through to my office. I will
be there unless I call back."

She exited the office and went back to the basement and she sat
down to reread the letter and look through the file. Mulder had
evidently went with his colleague to Cameroon. She picked up the
phone and dialed her number and pressed the code to get her
messages. After browsing through the messages she came to a
message from Mulder on the morning he left for Cameroon. Again
she listened to the rest of her messages and another message was
left from Skinner letting her know of his concern for Mulder and
that he was going to search for him in a small town called
Cameroon.

After she finished and there were no further messages from Mulder
she looked over to the pile of mail. She started thumbing through
the envelopes and interoffice mail. A letter from Cameroon caught
her eye and she stopped and stared at the envelope. It was
addressed to her but it had been delivered as express
package five days earlier. She quickly tore the blue and white
envelope open and inside was a letter addressed to Special Agent
Dana Scully. She again tore the letter open and read the
contents.

Agent Dana Scully

My name is Kamarya. I am a physician in a small village, called
Benue, several miles outside of Cameroon. We have a patient that
had an ID for your FBI. His identification had a piece of paper
with your name and work address as an emergency contact.

Your friend is very ill and I need some information to assist in
his care. If you contact our Prime Minister in Cameroon he will
assist you in getting to our village.

Thank you very much

Kamayra

She felt numb after reading the letter and wondered what had
occurred to make her partner ill. If she had a clue to what made
him travel to Africa she would feel more at ease. She quickly
gathered her coat and keys and made a call to Kimberly to
announce that she could be reached at her cell number. She would
be getting reservations to fly to Cameroon today.

Flight 1733 to Nigeria

She had not received a call from Skinner and was getting very
concerned. She was on her tenth hour of flying and was feeling
exhausted both mentally and physically. Her plan was to fly to
London then to Nigeria and travel to Cameroon by a private
vehicle escorted by one of the native people. Attempts to contact
the Prime Minister of Cameroon had been to no avail. She hoped to
contact him upon her arrival.

Again she pulled out the letter from the physician and her heart
ached at the thought of Mulder being ill in a foreign country.
Especially a country with limited medical resources. She had
brought along antibiotics and medical supplies. She hoped that he
would be well by the time she arrived but Mulder did not have
that kind of luck.

Tucking the letter in her pocket she leaned back into the seat
and closed her eyes. She
knew that there would not get rest over the next few days.

NIGERIA

When the plane landed she exited to find her luggage. Kimberly
had made arrangements for her to be met at the airport after
customs. As she walked down the main walkway she noted a man
holding a sign with her name and she walked up to him, hoping he
spoke English. As she approached she greeted him, " Hi, my name
is Dana Scully.

"Hello. My name is Biola, I am your guide." He motioned her to
follow after he took her baggage. He turned after a few minutes
and spoke again, " I hear that you have been to Africa before."

Confused she nodded, " How did you know?"

He shook his head and laughed, " News travels very fast here. I
hear that you are traveling to Cameroon. Are you looking for a
ship there?"

She smiled, "Boy news does travel fast. Actually, I am searching
for my partner. His name is Fox Mulder. Have you heard the name?"

He shook his head, " No, I think I would remember the name Fox."

She smiled, " Do you know a Doctor Kamarya?"

" The snake doctor. He is very popular amongst the natives who
have been bitten by snakes. He has healed many people." He
answered as she approached his jeep. As he started to load her
luggage he looked at the visitor who had lost her smile. " He is
very good. If your friend was bitten he will do his very best to
save him."

She nodded and climbed into the passenger seat. She felt ill at
her stomach. Mulder never did anything the easy way and if a
snake had bitten him then she was almost certain that he was
having a difficult time. She fastened her seat belt and hoped
that the ride there would be swift.

Cameroon

The ride there had been long and hot and she longed for a hot
bath but she knew that she needed to find her partner and
therefore she needed to contact the Prime Minister. Biola drove
her to the embassy and promised her that he would not leave, the
streets were never safe especially in the evenings. He would wait
for her in the jeep.

The day was getting late and she almost did not expect to find
the Prime Minister in his office. He was also startled that
someone was stopping by his office so late in the day. " Hello my
name is Dana Scully, I am a Federal Agent with the FBI, in
Washington. I received a letter from a Doctor Kamarya that I
needed to contact you about my partner Fox Mulder."

" Nice to meet you Miss Scully. My name is Peter Mafany Musonge,
I received a message a week ago concerning your friend, evidently
a very poisonous viper bit him. He is being cared for a few miles
from here. Dr Kamarya has been awaiting communication from you.
When we did not hear anything from you we had contacted your
boss, a Mr. Skinner at your bureau of investigation. He came here
a few days ago and was taken to the hospital, where your friend
is located."

" Actually he was suppose to contact me yesterday but I had not
received any communication. I am concerned about both of them."
Her nervousness was reflected in her voice.

" Communication is very hard in the jungle. I have a driver who
can direct you to the hospital. It is a short drive away from
Cameroon, a small village called Benue. He does not speak good
English but I will tell him where you want to go and he will get
you there safely." He picked up a phone and directed his
secretary to find Maheed.

The Prime Minister explained to Maheed in French that he wanted
him to get the woman to Benue. He followed her to the jeep. She
explained to Biola that Maheed would help them to get to the
village. Biola went very quiet as the trip to the village began.
Scully wondered why the talkative man had quieted down around
Maheed. She knew better than to question the man, he had his
reasons and she was the outsider, therefore she remained silent.

The trip to the village took longer than thirty minutes and she
was getting more anxious as the rough trip through the jungle
continued. There were men armed with guns and
dressed in military uniform along the way and they were stopped
several times but Maheed would talk to the men and they would
allow them to pass. Finally they reached their destination and
Scully felt extremely relieved. It was just as she had pictured
it in her mind. The natives wore jewelry but dressed in very
little clothing due to the hot and humid climate. The hospital
was old and dirty on the outside and she hoped that was not an
indication of what she was going to find on the inside.

She grabbed her bags and turned to thank her drivers but they
were getting out with her and still felt the need to be
protective. They followed her inside of the hospital, Biola took
her bags to carry for her and he stood behind Maheed. She was
astonished to see such a clean and sterile environment inside of
the make shift hospital. Rows of white iron beds were draped with
white sterile looking sheets and most of the patients were
sleeping. Large wooden fans kept the air moving and provided very
little cooling effect.

Maheed turned to Scully and spoke in a low tone, " I will find
the doctor. Stay here till I return." He then left to find the
man who was taking care of her partner.

She turned to Biola, who had remained quiet. " Have you been here
before?"

He nodded," Only once a long time ago. I do not remember being
here though. I had been bitten by a very bad snake and almost
died. The memories are very bad." He spoke softly but did not
make eye contact.

She nodded in acceptance of the answer and she continued to look
around. The medical technology was as she thought very poor but
she was amazed at the cleanliness of the small wooden, make-do
hospital. She was so caught up with looking around she almost
jumped when a voice greeted her, " Hi, my name is Dr. Kamarya.
Are you Dana Scully?"

" Yes. I am looking for my partner Fox Mulder and my boss Walter
Skinner." She shook the doctor's hand and followed him across to
another room, leaving Maheed and Biola behind. She saw a man
sitting beside a bed, he looked very tired and worn. It was
Skinner and he was sitting beside Mulder's bed.

She made her way across the room and looked down at her
struggling partner. He was awake
but vented with a very old intubation set up and he was
restrained with white bandages that looped around his wrists. He
was very weak and his face was sweaty and his clothes were damp
with perspiration, the ceiling fan doing very little to cut
through the extreme heat of the jungle.

Skinner stood and hugged her shoulders. She felt his weight
against her as he held her tight. " He is having a difficult time
Dana. He is delirious with fever and the only time he rests is at
night."

Kamarya nodded, " He is a strong willed man and he struggles hard
to fight the venom. Unfortunately the venom is powerful and the
antivenin treatment is not working as I would hope." He paused
for a few minutes, " He has been bitten before?"

She nodded, " We were on a case when he was bitten many times. I
believe he had twenty two bites from various forms of poisonous
snakes." She bent down beside Mulder's bed and held his hand. He
looked at her with some recognition and his struggles stopped.
His eyes found hers and she could see his pain. She looked down
and saw the angry wound on his left upper thigh. It was dark red
and oozing yellow serous drainage. " He received a large dose of
antivenin over several days. He was in the hospital for over a
week due to his kidneys failing due to the venom." She explained
as she tried to comfort Mulder.

" His urine output has been very low since his arrival and his
fever is still elevated. We are looking at infection in the leg.
Unfortunately the antibiotics we have available are not working
well for him." He walked over and looked down at his suffering
patient then up at Scully. " I am concerned for him."

Scully quickly stood and went down the hallway, stunning both
Skinner and Dr. Kamarya. Within minutes she had returned with a
case. She opened it and pulled out a vial and two syringes. At
this point, even a fevered Mulder was paying attention to her
actions. " What have you been giving him?"

" Penicillin." The doctor answered as he watched as Scully pull
up the medicine into the two syringes. " What is that in the
vial?"

She glanced up at the physician and flipped
the syringe to remove an air bubble, "Erythromycin. I am going to
give him a large dose intramuscularly and then we are going to
start him on IV antibiotics. Also we need to start him on Keflex.
I would like to have him on Vancomycin but due to his Kidney
failure I am going to be conservative." She looked down at her
partner and smiled, " Hey I know you hate shots and I know that
you are already hurting but I need to get you started on a really
strong antibiotic. As soon as you start improving I am going to
take you home."

Even though his fevered mind could only see that someone else was
going to inflict pain on him he tried to cooperate. The voice had
told him he could go home if he did what they said. He attempted
to turn to his side but the restraints stopped him and within
seconds Skinner and Dr. Kamarya were assisting him to his side.
The sting of the needle was painful but the tube down his throat
stifled his scream. When they turned him to his other side his
first instinct was to grab at the syringe and stop the woman
giving the pain but somehow he knew that she was doing something
good, so he withstood the second painful entry of the needle into
his hip. When the trauma of the injections was finished they laid
him on his back to rest.

She was talking again to the doctor about getting him some
sedation so that his body could rest. The doctor felt it was good
for the person to fight to overcome the pain and the infection.
The woman's voice seemed to get stronger but the doctor won and
he stayed awake to fight against the tube in his throat. He knew
that he would get to rest at night. He looked forward to the
gentle ladies who would give him comfort.

When the argument had finished Skinner waved her away from
Mulder. Reluctantly she left but she kept him in her sight.

" He will get to rest soon. He will rest during the night."
Skinner's voice was calm and reassuring.

Her anger had not dissolved and all she could see was that Mulder
was suffering. " Not in this Hellhole he won't, he needs a real
hospital with real medicine and real doctors taking care of him."

Skinner shook his head. " You haven't seen everything. Watch and
be patient. They are very good at what they do and I believe Dr.
Kamarya will do his best to save Mulder."

" I believe that Mulder needs a hospital, regardless of what I
see here in this primitive Hell." She felt angry that Mulder had
suffered so much over the past week. She ached for his suffering
and she just wanted him to be comfortable. How could one be
comfortable if one had to fight tubes and pain constantly? She
shrugged her shoulders and moved back towards her friend. She
would try to give him some assurance that she would get him into
a hospital really soon.


8pm

When the room became dark the women came around and lit candles.
She was sure the place was a major fire hazard, especially with
the oxygen. Skinner had taken a break and went to sleep on an
empty cot in the corner of the room. Scully felt exhausted but
was afraid to leave Mulder's side. Several minutes later three
women entered the room and Mulder's eyes widened. He did not seem
happy with what was going to occur next. Dr. Kamarya entered
dressed in white pants and top, he looked as if he was ready for
bed. He reached over to a cabinet and pulled out a vial. Within
the vial were suppositories. As he placed a lubricant on the
small white medicine he gently rolled him over and with gloved
hands inserted the medicine into Mulder.

Within seconds Mulder's body was spasming with pain and he was
not happy about lying on his bottom. He was in terrible pain and
he was sweating profusely.

" What did you give him?" Scully was now up on both feet and was
very upset with how much her partner was suffering.

" It is a medicine made from a plant, found deep within the
jungle. It will only paralyze the voluntary muscles and when he
is relaxed his body will rest. The medicine is painful but it is
necessary." Dr Kamarya kept a close eye on his patient along with
Scully and when he was completely paralyzed the women entered
again all dressed in white.

The doctor motioned for her to follow him and she watched from
across the room as Mulder relaxed as the women hummed soft
African tunes as they massaged his body and washed away the dirt
and sweat. They each performed
different tasks and as they performed they continued to hum
softly. They removed the restraints and massaged his wrists then
they changed his wet gown. Rolling him over to his side they
changed his sheets and his blanket. They administered care to the
tube that entered his bladder and they combed his hair gently.
When they had finished he was sleeping soundly. They cleared away
the mess and sat down at his side. He was the only patient on a
ventilator so they continued to administer to him only. The
restraints were left off and hands continued to softly massage
his reddened wrists.

" How long does it last?" she asked quietly, careful not to
interfere with Mulder's sleep.

He usually sleeps for twelve hours. The medicine lasts a good ten
hours. The women will care for his needs tonight. You need to
sleep Agent Scully. Tomorrow will be a long day." Dr Kamarya
answered softly.

She walked back over to Mulder's bed and saw that he was sleeping
soundly. She quickly prepared two bags of the Erythromycin
antibiotic and the Keflex and handed them to the physician. One
of the women left Mulder's side and approached with some towels.
"Would you like to take a bath?"

" Yes, thank you." She followed her to a room with a bowl of
clean warm water and a changing room. She enjoyed the tepid water
and the clean clothes. She then returned to Mulder's bedside and
bent over and kissed him gently on the forehead as the women
looked on and then they helped her find an empty bed.

The women continued to care for Mulder's needs through the night.
The antibiotics were hung every six hours and Mulder slept. The
wound on his leg looked more infected the next morning and Dr.
Kamarya knew what had to be done.

A surgical tray stood on the table and a nurse stood at Dr.
Kamarya's side handing him instruments. Scully awakened and saw
the attention that was being given to her partner. She stood and
walked over to his bed and saw that the physician was making an
incision for drainage and that Mulder was awake, with restraints
intact. He looked pale and in a great deal of pain.

"What the Hell are you doing?" She almost
screamed out but her voice was more controlled but loud and
demanding.

Dr. Kamarya looked up at the very distraught woman and knew a
simple explanation would not suffice. " Agent Scully, your
friend's leg is very infected and we needed to get the infection
out. I have made a small incision so that it will drain and
hopefully the leg will heal. He will feel better in just a
while."

" Dr. Kamarya I have a medical degree and I took an oath to make
sure I did not inflict anymore pain than was necessary on any
patient. Mr. Mulder is definitely having a lot of pain and he is
not comfortable by any means. There are enough drugs in my case
to knock him out and allow the procedure to be painless. Why in
the Hell are you making him suffer?" She had bent down and had
started stroking Mulder's wrinkled forehead. His face was etched
in pain and his eyes were filled with unshed tears.

Dr Kamarya stood and bandaged the area tightly with sterile white
bandages. He then turned to look down at his patient and shook
his head. " I do not mean to go against your medical beliefs but
I do have my own beliefs that seem to work well. Mr. Mulder will
need to rest now and I will provide this for him. He endured pain
well and now will be administered to by our staff. Your drugs are
good but I believe my method is better. He is a fighter and he
withstands pain well, this man is strong and he will need this to
fight the infection that has invaded his leg."

He nodded to his staff to approach. Scully felt a strong hand on
her back and turned to find Skinner. She stood and faced her boss
with tears streaming down her face. " He is suffering too much
here. When they extubate him I want to take him home. Please make
arrangements." She then walked back to her bed and grabbed her
clothes and went to change.
Skinner went to get dressed also, he knew it would be a long day.
The staff started to clean and gently touch their patient. His
struggles stopped and he allowed the soft lull of their voices
and the gentle touch of their hands to comfort him to a state of
near sleep. They continued to administer gently and sing soft
soothing music. Mulder felt safe and the pain had faded. He just
wanted Scully. He wanted to go home.

The snake had caught him by surprise. Dr Gantt was infected with
the snake and it had
tricked him into going to the thick jungle. They performed a
ritual and he could barely remember getting bit by the venomous
snake. It had hurt as much as it had in Tennessee and he felt
that he would not survive but the women had found him and brought
him here to what he now referred to in his mind as medical Hell.
He looked around for his partner. He could not recall when she
had arrived but he was starting to remember more and he did feel
better since the slicing of his leg. He closed his eyes and
allowed the women to work. The water helped to cool his fever.

When Dr. Kamarya came back to check on his patient a few hours
later Mulder was sitting up in bed, propped up on soft down
filled pillows, with his eyes closed. The three women were gone
and Dr. Scully was sitting at his side. He pulled back the sheet
and surveyed his work. The wound was draining the yellow serous
fluid and he felt that the swelling was starting to recede. He
redressed the wound and covered the leg back up. He would take
the intubation tube out in the morning. It was almost eight
o'clock and time for the paralyzing drug for his patient.

Scully watched the doctor work and was going to remain silent but
she did feel that he had made the right decision concerning
Mulder's leg. The incision had helped drain the wound and Mulder
seemed to be in less pain. The wound would need stitches before
they traveled. She watched as the doctor walked towards his room
to change into his nightclothes. She would change also so that
when Mulder received the drug to help him rest that she would be
at his side. She stood and looked down at her partner and then
looked around for Skinner. He had been making travel plans for as
soon as Mulder was able to fly. She suddenly spotted him talking
with Biola.

Scully had bathed and changed her clothes and now was sitting
beside Mulder, holding his hand. The medicine had been given a
few minutes earlier and Mulder was in pain but she could tell
that he was starting to slow down his motions with the numbing
effects of the drug. After a few more minutes he was still and
the women appeared. Again the ritual started and they bathed him
and changed his bedding and his gown. Scully stood and bent down
to kiss him on the cheek and then walked across the room and
crawled into the bed. Skinner had already turned in for the
night. Within a few minutes she was asleep, feeling assured that
the women were caring for her partner.

Tonight was different. After Mulder had fallen to sleep the women
pulled back the sheet and started rubbing the sore leg. They
chanted in their native tongue and danced around the bed. Mulder
awakened and his eyes flew open when he recognized the ritual
song from the jungle. The snake could not be far away. He then
was surprised when one of the women opened the dressing on his
leg. He was paralyzed from the drug and could not move. His eyes
were blurry but his hearing was fine. They were summoning the
snake. Where were Scully and Skinner? Could they not hear the
women chant for the snake?

One of the other women looked down and noticed that he was now
awake. The tube down his throat kept him quiet and he did not
appear any threat to the ritual. She looked down and stroked his
face, then continued to hum and move around his bed. He now saw
them at his leg again and a hand was pulling at the numb wound on
his thigh and then what he saw was frightening, a snake, a viper
was breaking through the wound. It's head was now coming out and
blood covered it's eyes and mouth, his blood. The snake had been
inside of him and it was being lured out with the chants of the
three women.

Together they grabbed the snake and eased it out of the wound,
careful not to be bitten by the poisonous demon or to worsen the
tear in his leg. Two of the women carried the snake from the room
and only one stayed behind to care for him. She gently cleaned
the wound and dressed it as before. She then started to massage
his face, wiping away the sweat and cooing words of comfort. He
was exhausted and confused as to what he had just witnessed. He
wanted to be with Scully, he needed her to make sure that the
danger was over. The lady placed a soft hand over his eyes and
within minutes he felt sleep taking him under again.

Continued in part two.