TITLE:   HOSPITAL BLUES 
AUTHOR:  XPHILERNJ 
E-MAIL:  xphilernj@aol.com 
RATING:  PG-13 (language, one word) 
CATEGORY: MSR 
CLASSIFICATION:  V 
DISCLAIMER: Nope, not mine. 

SUMMARY: And they say I'm crazy.

Brevity II Challenge to Fibbie's #1 Elements: mute button, a 
cracked or crazed marble or marbles, a wheelchair, a four-leaf 
clover, a butterscotch pudding cup, Farrah Fawcett, 1960's ankle-
high go-go boots

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She grabbed the remote and punched the mute button while he 
ranted and raved, dressed in a four-leaf clover gown and sporting a 
nicely wrapped wrist.  She held her hand over her to mouth to hide 
the grin.

"...and they made me wear this stupid gown.  Clovers, Scully. 
Clovers! Then a volunteer came in with Farrah Fawcett hair 
wearing go-go boots.  Scully, I swear they were ankle-high 60's 
go-go boots.  And they say I'm crazy.  She was eating butterscotch 
pudding out of a cup.  Without a spoon!  I would have sworn she 
had a few marbles loose, but I think hers were cracked.  She almost 
killed me taking me to x-ray in the wheelchair.  She didn't miss not 
one gurney, door facing or human being walking down the hall."  
He paused for a moment to catch his breath.  "Scully?"

"Yeah, Mulder," she choked out.

"Do you have your gun?  'Cause if you don't get me out of here 
right now I'm gonna shoot someone, namely you just for standing 
there laughing at me."  He crossed his arms, poked out his lip and 
gave her a sad puppy look.

She chuckled, walked over to him and kissed his pouty lips.  "I've 
got a wheelchair outside the door for when your ready to go."

"Damn woman.  Why didn't you say that before I started ranting 
and raving?"

"I've had a bad day today, Mulder and I needed a good laugh.  
Thanks."  Scully kissed him again and started for the door.

"Ha ha Scully.  Just get me the hell out of here," he said as he 
crawled out of bed.

THE END.