Ravages of Spirit (16/?)

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Alright, here's the big scene that many of you have been waiting for.
Special thanks go out to Tyger and Kristina tonight. Oh and "Rusted
Root" deserves a very special thanks for the background, creative
inspiration!
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Feedback is begged for at allieslead2truth@hotmail.com. Each day I go to write and I read the feedback first for inspiration. I still need some!
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"Mulder, enemas are not painful. They just cause cramps. You only have
to hold it in for five minutes. Five minutes, Mulder, and all this is
over. Can we just do it and get it over with?"

Tyler watched Mulder's reaction closely, but he seemed to be engrossed
in his own thoughts. He was snuggled under the covers like a little boy
who was scared of the monster under the bed. Dr. Tyler decided that now was as good a time as any, so he walked outside to get Eric and the
enema equipment.

What he didn't know was that Mulder was plotting his flight from the
hospital bed. While he was under the covers, he had been attempting to
disconnect his IV without making a mess. He had accomplished that, now
all he had to do was get out of the bed and out of the room. He couldn't get very far with a hospital gown on, but he could get the hell away from that enema.

Mulder heard the latch on the door click shut and quickly got out of the bed. He didn't even notice the blood rushing to his head because of the increase in adrenaline pumping through his veins. They were NOT going to do this to him.

He had been a petrified eight-year-old when his mother had done it. He
was too scared to do anything about it at the time because he had not
wanted to go to the doctor and have it dug out. Doctors were only
associated with pain in the young Fox Mulder's mind. The only time he
ever saw them was in the emergency room when they were giving him
stitches or setting a broken bone. He could only imagine what kinds of
horrible pain would be derived if the doctor had to dig "something" out
of him. So eventually, he'd stopped fighting and let his mom yank down
his pants. Today with his psychology degree, he understood the sexual
overtones that had frightened him at the time, but he still didn't want
to relive them.

Mulder peeked out the door to see a couple of nurses buzzing around the
hall. Dr. Tyler and Eric were discussing something, probably him, at the nurses' station, but their backs were turned. It was the perfect moment for a getaway. Silently, he pulled the door open far enough to slip through it. He then proceeded stealthily down the corridor. He was
almost to the stairs when he heard Tyler exclaim, "Where the hell did he go now?"

A nurse had seen him dash into the a door farther down the hall. Mulder
had entered the first room he saw. It looked like another hospital room, but it was filled with small cots. There was a door to the right of him that said staff lounge. He realized quickly that Scully was probably asleep in this same room. He could hear the commotion in the hall as well as the nurse telling Tyler that Mulder went in one of two doors. Well, he would just have to find somewhere to hide.

There wasn't much of a choice of places to hide. He listened at the door to the lounge, but backed away quickly when he heard a people going inside. It looked like he was stuck in this room. There was one obvious place to hide where he didn't think that they would look. He could hide on one of the cots and pretend to be a staff member, but that was too easy or he could hide under one of the cots. The blankets hung down, but they would probably look there too. However, they wouldn't look there if someone was sleeping in the cot above him.

There were only two beds that were actually being occupied and it
figured that they were on completely opposite sides of the room. He
naturally gravitated towards the one with the red hair. Sure enough,
Scully was sleeping soundly in the little cot. He slid himself swiftly
under the bed on his side and arranged the blankets so that they hung to the floor. They wouldn't want to wake Scully, so they wouldn't think to look under her cot.

He heard footsteps in the room. He couldn't tell what they were doing
because they were being quiet, so they wouldn't wake Scully. Or so he
thought. All of the sudden, he heard Tyler's voice almost directly above him.

Mulder knew how much fun Scully was to wake up. She slept the sleep of
the dead and waking her up was not a treat. She tended to fling her tiny body in all kinds of gyrations and moan like she would never get to sleep again. Once, she'd nailed Mulder right in the nose. He now woke her up by tickling her feet. It was relatively safe that way.

"Scully, Mulder has disappeared from his-" Tyler was trying to finish,
but Scully was already awake and sitting up. When she had sat up the
cot had come closer to the floor, Mulder hoped they wouldn't notice that there was a lump in the bed. It was his hip. The cot was so close to the ground that because he was turned on his side, the bed sat on his hip.

"A nurse saw him in either this room or the one next door, so we're
looking. Have you seen him?"

"No. Give me a minute and I'll come help look." Scully had noticed the
lump in the bed and she had a pretty good idea where Mulder was. She
wanted to find out first why he had run away. He hadn't tried to escape
before, so there must have been a reason.

"Alright, I'm going to go next door." Tyler pushed through the door to
the lounge and Scully bent down so she could see under the bed. Sure
enough, there was Mulder. He grinned at her sheepishly, but made no move to get up.

"Scully, I'm not going back there. They're trying to kill me," he said
totally seriously.

She shot him her patented "Mulder, you're crazy" look and then grabbed
his hands. "Get up here. You shouldn't be laying on the floor."

"Mulder, you're going back in that bed. Now, come on!" He climbed up off the floor, but he wasn't doing as well as he had been minutes ago. He swayed uneasily when he got to his feet and Scully pushed him back to sit on the bed. She pulled the cot up from behind her and sat across
from him. Mulder was not feeling well. She could tell. He'd actually
laid down in the bed with no prodding from her.

"Mulder, tell me what's going on," she said gently as she brushed his
bangs out of his face.

"I pissed Tyler off big time. I passed out in the bathroom." He looked
up at her and was not at all surprised to see the worried expression on
her face. She held her tongue, but gave him a quizzical look. He let out a sigh and decided to just tell her the whole story. She might as well hear it from his perspective.

"Okay, I couldn't go to the bathroom when I tried, but I was having
really bad cramps. Tyler decided he was gonna give me a suppository. I
fought him, but got one anyway. He left me alone and I decided I could
make it to the bathroom by myself. I did make it by myself, but I was
bleeding and I passed out. I woke up in the bed, but I hadn't done any
damage to myself. Tyler gave me a lecture that was better than anything
Skinner has ever reamed me for, then he decided that I needed an enema." He looked up at her for pity after he said that.

He was rewarded with a sympathetic look and a pat on the shoulder. "So
you decided to escape, huh?"

He nodded at her with a grin and then his face turned to solemn.
“Scully, I am NOT getting an enema. Please don’t make me.” He put on his best puppy-dog pout to convince her.

“Mulder, you are never going to get to leave the hospital if you don’t
return to normal bowel functioning. It won’t be that bad. I’ll sit with
you if you want me to,” she said rather persuasively, but it didn’t
work.

“NO! I am not having one. Have YOU ever had one?” he said sitting up in
the bed.

“No, but they can’t be that bad. Come on, Mulder, you’ve been shot. You
can deal with this.”

“Unhuh, Scully. I’ve had one before and I vowed never to have one again. Please, trust me on this one.”

“Mulder, its not that I don’t trust you. It’s just that it’s for you own good. I don’t know where you’ve had one before, but maybe it wasn’t give to you right or-“ she stopped when Mulder fell back on the bed and
clutching his stomach. “What’s wrong?”

“No, no, no. This is not happening.” He was rocking back and forth in a
tiny ball on the bed trying desperately to make the cramps go away. They were worse this time if that was possible. His intestines wanted to get rid of whatever was in there and they weren’t going to stop until it was gone.

Scully noticed that tears were beginning to pool in the corners of
Mulder’s eyes. Whether he wanted an enema or not, he had no choice. She
didn’t blame him for wanting to avoid it, but he was sick. This had to
stop. “Mulder, I’m going to get Dr. Tyler. Stay in that bed.”

She got up and walked to the lounge door yelling in to the nurses to go
get Tyler. Mulder was trying to sit up and make another getaway, so she
quickly ran back to the bed and pushed him down. “Mulder, its gonna be
okay. I’ll take care of you while they do it, okay?”

Mulder was not ready to consent to the procedure, but something had to
make the hell in his stomach stop. He was tempted to just curl up and
die if they didn’t make it cease soon. He reached out to Scully and
grabbed her hand to hold onto.

For the first time, she saw that it wasn’t only that he didn’t want to
get the enema, it was that he was terrified. He was afraid of something, but there was no telling what. She guessed that it had something to do with the other enema he’d received in his life. “Mulder, why are you scared? Tell me.”

He couldn’t get the word out, but he was glad Scully had understood his
silent signal. “Mom” was the only syllable that he managed enunciate.
Scully wasn’t exactly sure what it meant, but she guessed that his
mother had been the one to administer the treatment the first time.

Tyler came flying through the door at about that time. He rushed to
Mulder’s side where he began to take charge of the situation. “Damn you, Mulder. This shit is getting real old.”

Scully shot Tyler a dirty look and whispered something in his ear.
Almost as if a light bulb went off in his head, he seemed to understand
that Mulder was scared. He’d thought mistakenly that Mulder was just
being a pain in the ass, but he was truly frightened of receiving an
enema.

“Mulder,” Tyler began, “I’m sorry I got angry at you, but you managed to push my buttons. We need to do this now, and I promise you will feel one hundred percent better when its over.”

Mulder gave absolutely no response, so Tyler motioned Eric to come and
help him move Mulder out to the gurney. Mulder was able to stand up and
walk, but only with the help of Scully, Tyler and Eric. He was in a lot
of pain and all he wanted was to curl up in a little ball.
Unfortunately, that wasn’t possible when you were trying to walk. They
helped him climb up on the gurney and then they rushed back to the room. Mulder was quickly transferred to the bed.

The pain was confusing Mulder. He saw Eric fill a red enema bag with
something, and all he could think of was his mother. He was positioned
on his side, and his gown was pulled up. He couldn’t help, but remember
his earlier experience with his mother. Though Scully was talking to him and trying to console him, she couldn’t have known that her soft female alto voice reminded him of his mother’s. He was transported back into another time.

“Fox, come here and bend over my lap. Samantha’s going to be awake in a
couple of minutes. We need to get this over with unless you want to go
to the doctor’s. They’ll just dig it out there. What do you want Fox?”
His mother was looking at him with impatience. There were tears rolling
down his face, but she ignored them.

“Mom, is it gonna hurt?” he said doubtfully. For an eight-year-old, the
whole event was a little confusing. He’d never had this problem before.
It was embarrassing, and now his mom wanted to put him over her lap? His dad only did that when he was about to spank him.

“Fox, stop being a baby. Come over here now.” If it had been Samantha
she would have been holding her in her arms and trying to soothe her
fears, but not with Fox. He knew he was supposed to be the big boy, but
he was confused.

He walked towards his mother and before he knew what was happening, she
had pulled his pants down to his ankles. He blushed bright red with
embarrassment and tried to cover himself, but his mom slapped his hands
away and pulled him over her knees.

“Mom! Mommy! Stop! Mommy, it hurts!”
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Scully was surprised hear a 37 year old Mulder yelling at his mom.
Suddenly, she understood just how traumatizing his prior experience had
been for him. God only knew what was going to happen when Tyler inserted the nozzle. She was whispering comforting words in Mulder’s ear, but he didn’t seem to be hearing her. His eyes were glazed over and his pupils were dilated. Fox Mulder was far away.

“I think he’s having a flashback. That’s why he was so scared,” she said to no one in particular. Tyler had just finished lubricating the nozzle and tube, and was on the verge of putting it in.

Little Fox felt something touch him where no one was supposed to touch
him. It felt like when his mommy took his temperature, but OUCH!
Whatever she was pushing into him hurt more than a thermometer. Why was
his mommy touching him there?!

The adult Mulder came back for a moment, but it wasn’t a good moment.
Tom Colton was laying on his back pushing into him. He could feel his
body being ripped apart by Colton’s hard penis deep in his bowels. All
the sudden, there was liquid flowing into his rectum. It was warm! Why
was Colton raping him all over again?

What was his mommy doing to him!? She was letting water into an area
that was supposed to let things out, not in!

Scully and Tyler both stopped and looked at each other before he
released the clamp and allowed the water to flow in. They were both
praying silently that Mulder would be okay when this was all over. Tyler lifted the clamp, and Mulder immediately began to moan and groan.

Scully was extremely alarmed when she heard him scream at Colton. She
had hoped that he wouldn’t make the subconscious connection between
Colton’s horrible act and the one that was supposed to be helping him
now. Mulder was very obviously not lucid. He was screaming at his mom
and Colton at the same time, and there was nothing Dana Scully M.D.
could do. She felt completely helpless. She could see Skinner and her
mother crowding around the doorway trying to get a peek at their beloved Fox, but no one could do anything until it was over.

Finally, all the water was in him. Now they just had to keep it in him
for five minutes. Eric shooed everyone away from the door and shut the
shade. They needed to give Mulder a little privacy. Poor guy just
couldn’t cut a break.

Tyler began to slowly massage Mulder’s stomach. He was trying to push
the water solution as far up in his intestines as possible, so that it
would work as best as it possibly could.

Scully just sat on the bed next to Mulder brushing his sweat-soaked
bangs out of his eyes. She had tears streaming down her own face with
the ones that were pouring down his. Why did everything have to be so
difficult on Mulder?

“Fox, stop your yelling! Samantha is asleep. You cannot go to the
bathroom yet, You have to hold it.” His mother was holding his torso
firmly on her lap, but he started to squirm madly.

All he wanted was to get this stuff out of him. He was afraid to make a
mess on the floor. Then, he’d be in big trouble with Dad. That was
something he always wanted to avoid. He started to wiggle hoping that he could get away from his mother, but he was given a hard slap on his rear for his fighting.

More tears began to roll down his face. His mother hardly ever punished
him. She just ignored him. It was his father who was the disciplinarian. He was scared, but his only option was to lay in his mother’s lap and fight the horrible cramps that were pumping through his body. The tears started to flow a little harder.

To everyone in room 125, they were the longest five minutes of anyone’s
life, but finally, they were over. Mulder was on the verge of hysteria,
but he most definitely was not the Mulder that anyone knew. He was
completely uncomprehending of where he was in time or place. Scully
wasn’t much help either. Tyler decided that she did not need to see her
best friend sitting on a bedpan.

“Scully, go outside. He’d be mortified if he knew you saw this. Go
outside!” Tyler said as he took a bedpan from Eric.

Scully looked as if she was going to argue but saw the wisdom of Tyler’s words. Mulder would be embarrassed if he knew she saw him receiving an enema, but then again, that Mulder in the bed was not 37 years old. He was lost in the past. Quickly, she hurried out the door.

Skinner and Maggie Scully were waiting outside the door. Maggie was the first to reach her daughter. “Dana, what’s going on?”

She had heard Fox’s screaming and yelling for the past five minutes and
she couldn’t even imagine what type of torture they were carrying out on him. Skinner had been searching all over for Mulder. No one had even
told him he was found, but Skinner had discovered that for himself when
he heard a loud yell all the way down the hall.

“They had to give him an enema. He’s...Oh God, Mom... he’s hysterical.
It’s not even Mulder in there. He’s having flashbacks to when he was a
little kid. I think his mom must have done something like this to him. I don’t even want to think about it.” Dana said as she fell hard into a
chair. There were still tear-tracks on her face, but she wasn’t crying
anymore until she heard Mulder’s last scream.

Maggie wrapped her arms around her daughter and held on tight. How Fox
Mulder had managed to survive his childhood was a mystery to her. They
all sat silently until Dr. Tyler exited the room.

Scully was immediately out of her mother’s arms on her feet. “Did it
work?”

Dr. Tyler looked tired. It wasn’t everyday he had to carry and fight
with patients and today he’d done it way too much. He hesitated, but
then said, “Yes. Thank God,” as he looked towards the ceiling in silent
thanks. “He’s asleep now. I gave him a sedative. Hopefully when he wakes up, he’ll be lucid, but I think Miles needs to be informed of what just happened here.”

Scully nodded in agreement. She wasn’t even able to think for a second
that Mulder would be traumatized again by this whole event. It was
impossible for her to think she had participated in something that could hurt him that deeply. She looked up at Tyler with tears glistening in her eyes. “Can I go in?” he nodded and she slipped inside the room.

Mulder was lying on the bed as if nothing had ever happened. Everything
was cleaned up and he was donning a fresh gown under his blankets. The
IV had been reinserted and he actually looked peaceful in his sleep. If
only that continued in his waking hours. Scully climbed up into the bed
next to him. She was surprised when he seemed to wake for a second and
fall into her embrace.

Once again, she began to whisper comforting words into his ear and rub
his back. When Maggie and Walter peeked in later, they looked like the
perfect couple. She was resting softly on the pillow while Mulder was
settled in the niche of her arms.

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"When you're drowning in deep water and you wake up making love to a
wall." -Jewel