Scenario:Fox Mulder got bitten by wolf on an case and Dana have to help him since he is an Omega
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Fox Mulder got bitten by wolf on an case and Dana have to help him since he is an Omega
I was bitten by a wolf.
It was the first time I had ever seen one in person and I couldn’t help but be curious.
I should have known better than to get so close.
But it was just a wolf, right?
I didn’t know what kind of wolf it was until it was too late.
It was big and dark and it came out of nowhere.
I didn’t even have time to scream before it was on me, teeth sinking into my skin.
The pain was like nothing I had ever felt before.
I could feel the blood pouring out of my body, feel my life slipping away from me.
I was lying on the forest floor, my vision blurring as the blood seeped from the wolf bite.
The world around me felt distant, muffled.
"Dana!" I croaked, my voice barely a whisper.
Dana Scully appeared above me, her face a mask of fear and determination.
"Mulder, stay with me," she commanded, tearing off her jacket.
She pressed it against the wound to staunch the bleeding, her hands trembling slightly.
"You're going to be okay," she said, more to herself than to me.
I could see the worry in her eyes, but I also saw her resolve.
My eyes fluttered open and I looked at her with a mix of pain and trust.
"Scully... it hurts," I managed to say.
"I know, Mulder. Just hang on," she replied, her voice steady despite the situation.
Suddenly, Skinner arrived, his stern expression softening as he took in my state.
"How bad is it?" he asked Scully, kneeling beside us.
"Bad," she replied curtly. "We need to get him to a hospital now."
Skinner nodded and together they lifted me, each taking an arm over their shoulders.
I groaned as pain shot through my body with every movement.
"Easy, Mulder," Skinner said. "We've got you."
They carried me to our car, every step feeling like an eternity.
Scully opened the back door and they carefully laid me down across the seat.
She jumped into the driver's seat while Skinner climbed in beside me, applying pressure to the wound with his hands now covered in my blood.
Scully's knuckles were white on the steering wheel as she drove, her eyes flicking between the road and the rearview mirror where she could see me.
"Hang in there, Mulder," Skinner said. "We're almost there."
My breathing was shallow and labored; I could feel myself slipping in and out of consciousness.
"Scully... don't let me die," I whispered weakly.
"You're not going to die," she snapped back. "Not on my watch."
The car sped through the dark forest roads, every bump sending waves of agony through my body.
I could hear Scully muttering under her breath, urging the car to go faster.
Skinner's grip on my wound was relentless; he wasn't going to let go until we reached help.
The world outside was a blur of trees and darkness, but inside the car, time seemed to stand still.
Suddenly, there was a loud thud from above us.
"Hold on!" she shouted, her voice tight with urgency.
Skinner tightened his grip on me, and I groaned in agony as pain shot through my body.
Scully's eyes darted to the rearview mirror; a dark shape clawed at the metal, its weight causing the car to tilt dangerously.
"What the hell is that?" Skinner barked, his face tense, hands slick with my blood.
"I don't know, but it's not friendly," Scully replied, accelerating.
The engine roared as she pushed the car to its limits.
My breathing grew shallow, and my vision blurred even more.
I could feel myself slipping away.
"Stay with me, Mulder," Skinner urged, his voice a lifeline in the chaos.
The creature's weight shifted again, making the car lurch to one side.
Scully swerved hard to the right, sending the beast flying off the roof.
There was a loud crash as it hit the ground behind us.
She glanced back at me, her eyes filled with fear and determination.
"Stay with me, Fox," she said, her voice breaking slightly.
My eyes met hers for a brief moment, filled with pain and fear.
"Scully... I can't..." I whispered, my strength fading fast.
"Yes, you can. Just hold on a little longer," she insisted, her knuckles white on the steering wheel.
Skinner's grip tightened even more. "We're almost there. Just hang in there."
The world outside continued to blur past us, trees and darkness merging into one indistinguishable mass.
Inside the car, every second felt like an eternity.
I could hear my own heartbeat pounding in my ears, each beat slower than the last.
Suddenly, bright lights appeared ahead of us—a hospital.
"We're here!" Scully shouted, relief washing over her face.
She screeched to a halt in front of the emergency entrance.
Medical staff rushed out with a gurney as soon as they saw us.
"He's been bitten by some kind of wolf," Scully explained quickly as they lifted me onto the gurney.
"He's lost a lot of blood."
The medical team worked swiftly, wheeling me into the hospital under bright fluorescent lights.
I could hear their voices but couldn't make out what they were saying.
"Scully... don't leave me," I managed to say weakly as they pushed me through double doors.
"I'm right here, Mulder," she replied, running alongside the gurney until they stopped her at the operating room doors.
Skinner stood beside her, his face grim but resolute. "We'll be right here when you wake up."
The fluorescent lights above me flickered, casting harsh shadows on the white walls.
Scully stayed by my side, her grip firm and reassuring.
"Stay with me, Mulder," she said, her voice a lifeline in the chaos.
The warmth from the bite intensified, spreading through my body like wildfire.
My breathing became labored, each inhale a struggle against the pain.
Panic set in, my heart racing uncontrollably.
"Get him on oxygen!" Scully barked at the medical staff, her voice a mix of fear and authority.
A nurse quickly placed an oxygen mask over my face, the cool air offering little relief.
I locked eyes with Scully, silently begging for help.
Her eyes were filled with determination and fear, a mirror of my own desperation.
Skinner paced outside the room, his anxiety palpable even through the glass doors.
He glanced at me every few seconds, his jaw clenched tight.
The doctors worked frantically around me, their movements a blur of white coats and surgical instruments.
My body convulsed suddenly, a violent shudder that wracked my entire frame.
Scully held me down, her hands pressing firmly on my shoulders.
"Hold him steady!" one of the doctors shouted as he prepared a syringe.
Scully's grip tightened, her knuckles white with effort.
"Mulder, stay with us," she urged, her voice cracking slightly.
The transformation had begun; I could feel it deep within my bones.
Time was running out.
My skin felt like it was on fire, every nerve ending screaming in agony.
I tried to speak but only managed a weak groan.
Skinner's face appeared in the doorway again, his eyes wide with concern.
"What's happening to him?" he demanded.
"We're doing everything we can," one of the doctors replied without looking up.
"We need to stabilize him first."
Scully's eyes never left mine. "You're going to be okay," she whispered, more to herself than to me.
Another wave of convulsions hit me; my back arched off the gurney as pain shot through every muscle.
Scully leaned over me, using her weight to keep me down.
"Hang on, Mulder," she said urgently. "Just hang on."
The room spun around me; faces and voices blurred into an indistinguishable haze.
I could hear the beeping of monitors, the clatter of medical equipment being moved around.
"He's seizing!" someone shouted.
"Get 10 milligrams of diazepam!" another voice ordered.
A sharp sting in my arm followed as they administered the medication.
Slowly, the convulsions began to subside but the pain remained—a constant reminder of what was happening to me.
Scully's face hovered above mine again; her expression was one of fierce determination mixed with helplessness.
"Don't leave me," I whispered through gritted teeth.
"I'm not going anywhere," she replied firmly.
Skinner stepped into the room finally; his presence seemed to ground us all for a moment.
"We need answers," he said quietly but with an edge of urgency.
"We're working on it," one of the doctors responded tersely.
I could feel my consciousness slipping away again; darkness encroaching at the edges of my vision.
"Scully..." I managed to say before everything went black.
I growled, my body convulsing as the transformation took hold.
Scully tightened her grip on my hand, her face a mask of determination.
"Stay with me, Mulder," she commanded, her voice firm.
Skinner burst into the room, alarmed by the commotion.
"What's happening?" he demanded, his eyes wide with concern.
Mulder's breathing became ragged, and he snarled through clenched teeth.
Scully injected him with a sedative, hoping to calm him.
"Hold him down!" she shouted to Skinner.
He rushed to my side, pressing his weight against me to keep me still.
The sedative slowly took effect; my body relaxed but my eyes remained wild.
Scully and Skinner exchanged worried glances, knowing this was only the beginning of their struggle to save me.
"We need to figure out what bit him," Scully said urgently, looking at Skinner. "This isn't just any wolf."
Skinner nodded. "I'll get on it. You stay with him."
He left the room quickly, leaving Scully alone with me.
She brushed a strand of hair from my forehead, her touch gentle despite the chaos. "You're going to be okay, Mulder," she whispered, more to herself than to me.
I could feel the sedative dulling the pain but not the fear that gripped my heart.
"Scully... I don't want to become one of them," I managed to say through labored breaths.
"You won't," she replied firmly. "We'll find a way to stop this."
The room was filled with the beeping of monitors and the hum of fluorescent lights.
Scully's eyes never left mine; her determination was unwavering.
Suddenly, Skinner reappeared in the doorway. "I've got someone who might help," he said, stepping aside to reveal an older man with a weathered face and piercing blue eyes.
"This is Dr. Hargrove. He's an expert in lycanthropy."
Dr. Hargrove approached the bed cautiously. "Agent Mulder," he said in a calm voice. "I understand you're going through something extraordinary."
I nodded weakly, unable to speak.
"We need to act quickly," Dr. Hargrove continued. "The transformation is progressing faster than expected."
He pulled out a vial filled with a shimmering liquid and a syringe. "This is an experimental antidote. It might slow down the process."
Scully looked at him skeptically. "Might?"
Dr. Hargrove met her gaze steadily. "It's our best shot right now."
Without hesitation, Scully nodded. "Do it."
Dr. Hargrove filled the syringe and injected it into my arm.
A cold sensation spread through my veins, momentarily overpowering the burning heat of the transformation.
I gasped as my body convulsed again, but this time it felt different—less violent, more controlled.
Scully held my hand tightly, her eyes locked on mine. "Stay with me, Mulder."
The room seemed to blur around me as the antidote took effect.
My breathing steadied, and the glow in my eyes dimmed slightly.
Dr. Hargrove watched closely, his expression unreadable.
"It's working," he said finally. "But it's not a cure—just a temporary measure."
Scully nodded grimly. "What do we need to do next?"
"We need more information about the creature that bit him," Dr. Hargrove replied. "And we need it fast."
Skinner stepped forward. "I'll coordinate with our field agents and see what we can find."
As Skinner left the room again, Scully turned back to me.
"We're not giving up on you," she said softly but firmly.
I managed a weak smile despite the pain and fear still coursing through me.
"I know," I whispered.
Dr. Hargrove began setting up more equipment around me while Scully stayed by my side.
The battle was far from over; we all knew that much.
But for now, there was hope—a fragile thread that we clung to desperately.
Suddenly, alarms blared from one of the monitors.
"He's crashing!" Dr. Hargrove shouted.
Scully's grip tightened on my hand as darkness threatened to pull me under once more.