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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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[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.]

[That gets a distinct wince of shame.] Ah - ... Yes. ... I have.

[He doesn't elaborate right now, but the way he says it probably suggests it isn't a good thing.

For now, he focuses on Mulder's arm, looking for the best vein to use before pulling the needle out of the protective casing and filling it.]

... Alright. ... I hope there are... no complications...

I promise, I won't sue if there are.

[At least Mulder won't push the matter, but he does notice the way Robert reacts. He's always been good at reading people, after all...]

I doubt anything will go wrong. I trust you, Robert.

[Mulder trusts him... trusts him with something potentially dangerous. It's... gratifying.

With that, Robert gently, carefully, slides the needle home into Mulder's arm, and depresses the plunger. With any luck, he won't cause any damage...

He withdraws the needle as soon as he's finished, immediately stemming any blood flow with a sterile pad.]

... Now we... wait, I suppose.

[Mulder only winces a little bit, then relaxes after that.]

Yeah, give it time... I'll be ok.

...Thank you.

I... I should stay here until we can say with certainty you are alright.

[There's some slight awkwardness still, but...] ... You are welcome... I am only glad I could have helped.

If you're sure about that... I'll probably just be trying to catch up on sleep for now.

[He wouldn't want to keep him from anything important.]

I am certain. But... please try to rest. I will make sure you have proper attendance before I leave.

[He puts a reassuring hand on Mulder's shoulder once, gently.]

[Mulder nods, eyes already starting to close.]

I appreciate this...

[And while Mulder drifts off to sleep, Robert will make some kind of arrangements with someone so he has proper medical care, explaining what antiviral he used and what Mulder told him about the virus. before going back home. ~~The mun has no idea who though.~~

He might check in again later to see if Mulder's okay ~~but those can be handwaved if need be~~.]

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