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[Mulder is lying half-conscious on the ground somewhere in the general vicinity of the Battle Dome. The skin around his eyes, nose, and mouth is all red and inflamed, and whole sections of feathers have fallen out of his wings. He's got just enough of a mind to recognize that he's felt like this before. Alien blood. He's been exposed somehow, and he's suffering the aftereffects. The how and where he is now might take a bit to catch up with him though.]

[After a moment, a weak voice can be heard on the journals:]

...ice... need... need cold.

[Why can't the return to the village be painless and hassle-free? Or just... returning with a funny haircut or something.]

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[Scientists are always so... sensible, and rational about things. It's what Scully would have said to reason with him, and so, he's willing to go along with it. Not that he can protest too much, not being in the best of health at the moment. Besides, it is helping the issues with his skin, and that feels a lot better.]

...Ok, you're right. That can only help... I'll owe you for this, sometime.

[Anybody else might probably have been awkward, but with a lack of respective taboos and the pressure of health involved, Robert doesn't want to take chances.

Still, he's not going to take anything off without permission, so for now he concentrates on getting whatever he can with the minimal movement of clothing.]

Where exactly did the Malnosso douse you with this strange fluid...? I assume getting as much of this off your skin as possible will cut the chance of reinfection significantly...

[Otherwise, those abrasions are just asking for bacteria to colonize them.]

[Mulder has actually been trying hard to recall everything he can about the kidnapping experience, as creepy as that may seem. There's vague memories of different experiments, varying tests, most of it using the substance, or at least variations of it.]

I'm pretty sure they drenched me with it pretty well... testing different concentrations and reactions... You're helping though.

I am glad... [Robert manages something of a small, tight smile as he tries to wipe off the remainder of the fluid. It's hard to tell how much of it might've soaked through Mulder's clothing, though.

Setting his jaw, he pauses long enough to change the water before giving Mulder a serious look.]

... Is it possible it may have... permeated your clothing? Because... it might be better to get rid of it, then...

In the meantime... you said antivirals were effective?

...not like this is my favorite outfit. [He's wearing something pretty generic right now anyway- not unlike the material the New Feather pants are made out of.] They probably have something else I can wear around here.

[He closes his eyes just a moment, trying to recall Scully's information about his condition last time.]

A steady treatment... should do the trick.

Perhaps I can... find something like a hospital gown... [Not exactly high fashion, there, but again, that mild awareness of nudity taboos... honestly, though, Robert'd rather just get the stuff off of him, wash him down, and make sure he's healthy first.

But, ethics.]

... Cleaning you first might be... more logical, especially considering I am not certain which antiviral regimen to place you on...

...yeah, that... [Since it's not like he's got the specifics of what they used last time here, or anything.] ...may have to guess and try on that...

[Or see what magic can do, since there are plenty of mages around, and perhaps something will help the process up. Mulder is wiiide open to alternative weird medical ideas.]

I definitely wouldn't mind the change of clothes, at least. Who knows where these have been, all experiment long?

[A quick search of the area ~~because the mun isn't sure where it'd be exactly~~ reveals a linen closet, full of fresh, sterilized bedding, towels, and loose clothing similar to that of the New Feather clothes, with the exception of being somewhat more covering. Robert fetches both these and a clean towel.]

Do you think this might work...? I can, er, assist if you need me to.

Fashion statement of the century. Yes. This should work, thanks, Robert.

[Mulder has regained some strength being here out of enemy clutches, but he's definitely slow-going as he gets out of the icky clothes.]

[And Robert grabs the soiled clothing as it's shaken off, putting it in a hermetically-sealable bag to wash thoroughly later. No sense in letting it go to waste.

Without his clothes on, it's a lot easier to see where Mulder's rashes extend. Luckily for him, the dousing with ice seems to have helped reduce the spread of the illness, but Robert's not taking any chances.]

As soon as we finish cleaning you up, I shall find a suitable antiviral, or perhaps contact a doctor who has one - but, I... learned something about antivirals from helping Ingrid.

[Minor sad tone, there, but he shakes it off in favour of dealing with this.]

[The ice has reduced the worst of it, at least externally...]

[Wait. Sad tone. Why is there a sad tone? Mulder even notices that, even in this current condition.]

Yeah, that should help. Or we could just ask her? ...Couldn't we?

[Even as he asks it he's getting a bad gut feeling.]

[... Ouch.

Robert winces at the direct question. There's no nice way to say this...]

... N-No. She... she was sent home.

[He can't hide the waver in his voice, how it still hurts even now, but he can push it aside in favour of helping wipe off the remaining patches of strange liquid.]

[At least that alien blood residue is coming off readily enough. Mulder sighs heavily.]

...Well... I'm really sorry to hear that. She was- is- a fascinating person. I hope things will be ok for her back home. Good for her getting out of their clutches...

[But that doesn't ever make it hurt less does it? They're safe back home, but they're no longer with them.]

[The way Robert sees it, it's like losing a person - and with Ingrid, a fellow scientific mind whose appreciation and friendship had been precious - well, it really hurts to know that it's gone now.]

I... I hope so too...

... But, but I miss her. [Vivi, too. He'll miss both of them for as long as he's here.]

... A-At any rate. Is it... possible for you to redress on your own, or... shall I assist here as well? [Still logical and completely platonic and not awkward at all - okay, the situation is likely a bit awkward...]

[Damn it. His not!brother Jonathan and now Ingrid...]

I got it...

[Very awkward. Which is why Mulder is focusing on the things he's asking about, the information. He's used to very awkward things happening by now in his line of work at least? But he's a lot better off without the icky alien substance all over him, so he starts slowly getting clothes on.]

So what else did I miss while I was off on my excursion?

[As far as Robert's concerned, if he made things better, he's done his job.

While he talks, he begins searching the shelves for a suitable antiviral.]

Ingrid was... not the only person sent home, either. Don's brother, Mike, was also sent home...

... I moved into the Hamatos' residence yesterday. To... to protect myself. I am... less of a liability that way. [His voice is a mixture of terse and almost sad.]

Damn it. I'm sorry to hear that, about Don's brother too...

[That losing a sibling thing is something Mulder can sympathize with, bigtime. He settles back now, trying to get more comfortable.]

Protect yourself from the experiments and the droids, I'm assuming?

[There's the variety he's administered to Ingrid... Robert gathers a vial of it up, as well as a clean, pre-packaged needle. He doesn't think he has the authority to administer it, though... even if he, well, knows his way around a needle.]

... There are... certain dangerous individuals here... who, er, would pose an issue otherwise.

[There's a slight shake in his voice.]

[And despite how he's feeling right now, he gets all business and FBI-man on him now.]

Who are these individuals? I'm not about to start a hunt for them or anything, I just... want to be prepared.

[Quietly - actually, more like barely audibly:] Their names are... O-Oroku Saki and... Oroku Karai...

[He exhales slowly.] They are... on poor terms with Don's family, to say the least...

... Please do not... endanger yourself for my sake, though.

No, I'm not going to do that, I promise. I just want to know in case something comes up, so I know who to be careful of.

[And he does actually mean it at the moment. Now if he's ever given reason, a motive to seek revenge... then all bets are very much off. He can chill out for now though.]

[~~If anything awful happens, Mulder can help!~~]

... I understand... I just do not wish to c-cause problems. Er... more than I have already caused, that is...

... The antiviral compound is here, by the way. Though I am not certain if I am... qualified to administer it - I am not a certified physician.

[See, it helps to have an FBI guy on your side.]

Someone around here could, I'm sure... Or you could just give it a go, I wouldn't tell.

[Ah, rules and protocol. Those don't ALWAYS have to followed to the letter.]

[Robert looks down at Mulder's arm, biting his lip gently. The last thing he wants to do is mess this up - it's one thing self-injecting drugs; it's quite another injecting someone else with medicine.

He steels himself: this is an emergency, and if there are no other doctors around, it's best to do this first.

He picks up a sterilizing agent, likely rubbing alcohol, and goes to prepare Mulder's forearm. Mulder might realize just how practised the motion is, like this is something Robert did a million times before despite his words...]

... I hope nothing goes wrong... but waiting might be an even larger risk...

[Mulder nods weakly.]

That's why you can't go by the book all the time. It'll be ok, Robert. You seem to have done this before, at least?

[He's assuming in the course of his scientific work.]

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