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Germs and All

After attending a conference, Scully falls ill. Not wanting to be alone, and missing Mulder, she heads to his apartment.

I've been fighting through a cold the past few days. As a result, I've had extra time on my hands as I've been resting. Because of this, my mind wanders to MSR more than usual. I love stories where they take care of each other and so, I've written this little fic.

Hope you enjoy. 💓

Scully woke up, her mouth dry and nose stuffy. Groaning, she rolled over and glanced at the alarm clock before closing her eyes in the gray light. Opening her eyes again, she looked back at the clock as she drew in a breath.

11:30.

It was eleven thirty?

Sitting up, she looked around the room and then picked up her watch to be sure the time was correct.

11:30.

“Oh, God,” she whined softly as she fell back onto the pillows, sniffling deeply. “How is it so late?”

Rain hit the windows and she sighed as she sat up again and laid her watch back beside her half drunk cup of tea. Pushing herself up, she groaned again, her body aching.

Stumbling to the bathroom, she used the toilet, washed her hands and brushed her teeth. Staring at her reflection, she sighed and made a face before turning off the light and leaving the room.

Shivering, she grabbed the comforter off of the bed and wrapped it around herself as she groaned again and opened the bedroom door.

Pausing just past the doorway, she looked to her right and saw Mulder sitting on his couch, smiling at her.

“Hello,” he said and she frowned with another groan. “I take it you’re not feeling better.”

“It’s eleven thirty,” she complained and he nodded, glancing at his watch.

“Nearly quarter till twelve now,” he said and she whined.

“Why did you let me sleep so long?” she asked, kicking the comforter back from her feet as she walked over to him.

“Let you?” he asked with a chuckle, as she sat on the end of the couch with a huff and then laid down, her head resting against his thigh.

“I’m tired,” she complained, letting out a deep breath. “And my nose is stuffy.”

“I know,” he said, his fingers rubbing her head and running through her hair. “Well, about the stuffy nose anyway.”

“I slept all night. How am I still tired?” she whined and he chuckled again.

“You have a cold, Scully.”

“Mmmm,” she moaned with a frown. “This is all Skinner’s fault. I didn’t want to go to that stupid conference. He made me.”

“Hmm,” Mulder hummed, his fingers rubbing her neck.

“That feels good,” she whispered, her eyes closing.

“Skinner wasn’t sick,” he mused and she sighed heavily.

“No. But someone there was and I got it from them. You didn’t go, so you’re fine.”

“I won’t be in a couple of days, seeing as you brought all the germs with you. This place is ground zero now. The bedroom in particular is highly contaminated.”

“I know. I should’ve gone home,” she admitted with a nod. “I just…”

“I was just teasing,” he said, his thumb pressing firmer into her neck and causing her to moan. “I’m glad you’re here.”

“Even though I’ve…” She sniffled deeply and let out a deep breath. “God. Even though I’ve brought the plague upon you?”

“It’s just a cold,” he said, laughing softly.

“Feels worse.”

“You say that every time you’re sick.”

“Because it does. It always does,” she whined, breathing through her mouth as her nose had become far too stuffy.

“I’ll get you some medicine,” he said, scratching her scalp lightly and moving gently from the couch. “You want anything to eat?” She moaned and shook her head. “Tea?” She shook her head again and he chuckled softly. “Okay, just the medicine.”

She nodded as she burrowed into the comforter, finding a more comfortable position.

A kiss was pressed to her temple and she smiled.

“Even full of germs, and wrapped like a mummy, you’re adorable,” he whispered, kissing her again before he left the room.

She smiled and then coughed, groaning as she shook her head. The comforter was pulled even closer and she took a stuffy breath.

“Hey,” Mulder said and she opened her eyes. “Here’s the medicine and some water. You need to sit up to take it and the cough syrup.”

“I hate cough syrup,” she grumbled and he hummed as he helped her sit up.

“I know,” he said, handing her the syringe in his hand.

“You like using this, don’t you?” she asked, putting the syringe in her mouth and pressing the plunger, swallowing the medicine quickly. Making a face, she took a sip of the water he offered.

“I do. I’m glad you gave it to me,” he said, smiling as he handed her two large liquid filled pills. “These should help too.”

She took them and placed them into her mouth, swallowing them with the rest of the water in the glass. Pouting, she handed the glass back to him and then coughed, turning her head to avoid coughing directly on him.

“I’ll get you some more water,” he said as she coughed again. She laid back down with a moan, cursing that stupid conference.

It had been monotonous, uninspiring, and lonely without Mulder with her. And then the last night there, she had felt the telltale signs of a cold brewing as her throat was scratchy when she swallowed.

Waking up to a stuffy nose and achy body, the flight home had been miserable. Hailing a cab, she had given the driver Mulder’s address, closing her eyes as she rested her head against the window.

When she had made her way to his door, her suitcase feeling exceptionally heavy and clumsy, she swayed as she knocked twice and waited.

His happy smile had vanished at the sight of her, concern quickly replacing it.

“I don’t feel so good,” she had said, pitching forward and falling into his arms.

“Aw, Scully,” he had whispered, pulling her and her bag inside.

He had brought her into his room, turned on the shower to warm up, and helped her undress.

While she had been in the shower, he had changed his sheets, found some clothes for her to wear, and made her some tea.

When she had dressed in one of his long sleeved shirts and a pair of cuffed sweatpants with the drawstring pulled as far as it could go, he had sat her down on his bed and blown her hair dry as she moaned repeatedly, her eyes closed.

When he had finished, he brushed her hair and kissed her on the forehead.

“Why don’t you lay down and I’ll go get you some medicine?” he had asked and she had nodded. “Come on, come and lay down.”

He had helped her up and led her to the other side of the bed, pulling back the covers and then tucking her in once she had laid down, her head pounding.

“I’ll be back soon. Rest.” He had kissed her head twice, ran a hand down her side, and whispered goodbye as he left.

He had woken her to take some medicine, sitting with her until she had fallen back to sleep, stroking her hair as he spoke quietly about his last couple of days without her.

She had woken throughout the night, his arm around her waist or fingers locked with her own, her nose stuffy and head still aching.

“Hey,” he said softly and she opened her eyes, looking up at him. “Do you want some more water? Luckily, I found a bendy straw so now you don’t have to sit up.”

“Hmm,” she hummed, nodding slightly. “I’ll have a little bit. Thank you.” He sat on the coffee table and held the glass and straw for her as she took a few sips.

“Feeling any better at all?” he asked and she sighed as she pulled back from the glass of water.

“Not at the moment,” she said, closing her eyes and sighing again.

“Well, hopefully that medicine will help soon. I brought over another box of tissues and a paper bag for the used ones. Do you need anything else?”

“No, not right now. Thank you,” she said, attempting to breathe through her nose and giving up to take a deep breath through her mouth. “I’m just so tired.”

“Rest, Scully,” he said, kissing her temple again, the glass of water set on the coffee table.

And she did, dozing in and out as he sat on the couch beside her, his fingers in her hair or resting on her shoulder. She heard baseball being announced, the crack of a bat, and organ music playing. Then she heard the dialogue of a movie as she turned over and sighed, the comforter tucked around her when she did.

“Thank you,” she breathed and he hummed as his fingers rubbed her scalp again and she fell back to sleep.

Her bladder woke her and she moaned as she stirred, extricating herself from her comforter cocoon.

“I ordered some food,” Mulder said as she stretched and rolled her neck. “Matzo ball and chicken noodle soup. Waiting for you, whenever you’re ready.”

“That sounds good,” she said, her voice hoarse. “Not sure how much I’ll be able to eat.”

“I know. But you haven’t eaten anything all day. You need something.”

“Okay. I’ll be out in a few minutes.”

When she came out of the bedroom, she was wearing one of his hoodies, as she had lost the warmth of the comforter. She had also put on a pair of his thick socks and pulled her hair back into a small ponytail. Yawning, she padded to the dining room and sat down.

A small bowl of matzo ball soup had been placed at her spot, the spoon resting inside of it. She smiled at the sight of the cut up matzo ball, making it easier to eat. Glancing up, she watched him walk in with his own bowl of soup and a plate of sliced bread.

“You cut my matzo ball,” she said with a sniffle as she reached for her spoon.

“Yeah, I did,” he said, setting his stuff down and sitting beside her. “Easier and quicker for you to eat.”

“Thank you,” she said, filling her spoon with broth and a piece of matzo.

They sat in silence as they ate, Scully taking her time to eat as much of the soup as she could.

“I can’t taste any of this,” she said, shaking her head, leaving her spoon down in the bowl. “Not one bit, but I’m sure it’s really good.”

“It is,” he said and she nodded as she pushed the bowl from in front of her.

“I’ll take your word for it,” she said, watching him finish his bowl of soup. He smiled at her and she smiled back, suddenly overwhelmed with affection for him. “I love you.”

He stopped eating and stared at her, his smile growing.

“I know I’ve told you before, but I just wanted to say it again,” she said, sniffing and letting out a deep breath.

He set his spoon in his bowl and made to move towards her, his hands reaching out.

“No,” she said, putting up a hand. “Contagious, remember?”

“Ground zero, remember?” he asked, his hands now cradling her face as he smiled. “The damage has been done. Therefore, a kiss on the lips won’t cause any harm.”

“Hmm,” she hummed, closing her eyes as his lips met hers.

He kissed her gently, his thumbs slowly rubbing against her cheeks as she hummed again. Needing air, she pulled back slightly and drew in a breath, before his lips were on hers again.

“I love you too,” he whispered, kissing her one more time. Smiling as he pulled back, his thumbs stroking along her cheeks. “Germs and all.”

“Ha ha,” she said, opening her eyes and looking at him. “Ugh. I think I need to lay down.”

“Yeah,” he agreed, moving his hands from her face. “Let me clean this up and get you some more medicine. Then bed.”

She waited at the table for him as he quickly cleaned up. More cough syrup and pills were brought to her along with a glass of ice water. She took it all with only minimal complaints, thanking him with a nod.

“Come on. Let’s get you to bed.”

He led her through the apartment, turning the lights off behind them. He grabbed the comforter and followed her into his room.

She went into the bathroom, used the toilet, washed her hands, and brushed her teeth.

Mulder had put the comforter back on the bed and pulled back the covers on her side once again. Waiting while she laid down, he tucked her in and kissed her head.

“Be right back,” he said and she hummed as she closed her eyes.

When he finally laid down, she was nearly asleep, but she opened her eyes to look at him and give him a small smile.

“Thank you for taking care of me,” she whispered, closing her eyes as she reached for his hand.

“That’s why you came here, isn’t it?” he asked softly, kissing her knuckles. “Knowing you were ill? Wanting to be cared for?”

“Yes and no,” she said, moving closer to him.

“How’s that?” he asked and she opened her eyes again.

“I missed you. I wanted to see you,” she said, her eyes rolling back as she shut them again. “I didn’t plan on being sick. I just missed you.”

“I missed you too,” he whispered, pulling her close. “I’m glad you came over.”

“Germs and all?” she asked, her words slightly slurred.

“Yes. Germs and all,” he assured her, kissing her forehead and whispering his love for her as she fell asleep, held safely in his arms.

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dontmeantobepoliticalbut · 1 year

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Food does not contain aborted fetuses, but the total lack of existence of such a product hasn’t stopped one Texas Republican from trying to regulate it.

Ahead of the opening of the Texas state legislature last week, Republican state Sen. Bob Hall introduced a bill to mandate that food containing “human fetal tissue” be “clearly and conspicuously labeled.” If passed, this bill would also apply to food that is “manufactured using human fetal tissue,” or “derived from research using human fetal tissue.” Medical and cosmetic products that have links to fetal tissue would also be subject to these requirements.

Fetal tissue, according to the bill, is “tissue, cells, or organs obtained from an aborted unborn child.”

To be clear, food with fetal tissue in it? Not a thing. It doesn’t exist.

“There are no conditions under which the FDA would consider human fetal tissue to be safe or legal for human or animal consumption,” an FDA spokesperson told VICE News in a statement. Eating food with fetal tissue would also likely constitute cannibalism, which is typically frowned upon.

Cannibalism has found its way into the news quite a bit lately. Prominent conspiracy theory movements like QAnon hold (falsely) that elite Democrats are running a cannibalistic, Satan-worshiping, child sex-trafficking ring. QAnon’s beliefs are linked to antisemitic and anti-LGBTQ tropes that hold that Jewish and LGBTQ people are trying to hurt children, and even drink their blood. These conspiracies, which have flourished partly through lockdown isolationism and election denialism, have radicalized a stunning number of Americans and torn families apart.

Although food would not be impacted if Hall’s bill became law, medicine and science could be, since fetal cell lines can be used to develop and test drugs. These lines can be collected from a single miscarriage or abortion, then replicated in labs, over and over again, for decades. (Cell lines derived from aborted fetal tissue can be preferable, both because it’s easier to collect and because fetal tissue derived from a miscarriage may carry whatever genetic or chromosomal problem may have caused the miscarriage in the first place.) Fetal cell lines have led to development of many major vaccines, such as the vaccines against chickenpox and Hepatitis A.

After the outbreak of the coronavirus pandemic, a split erupted in the anti-abortion community over the morality of taking COVID vaccines that may have been developed or tested using fetal cell lines. The Moderna, Pfizer, and Johnson & Johnson vaccines do not include any fetal cells, although fetal cell lines were sometimes used in the development stages.

Hall’s office did not immediately return a VICE News list of questions about the bill. However, his office told HuffPost in a statement, “Unfortunately, many Texans are unknowingly consuming products that either contain human fetal parts or were developed using human fetal parts.”

“While some may not be bothered by this, there are many Texans with religious or moral beliefs that would oppose consumption or use of these products,” the statement continued.

The U.S. Conference of Catholic Bishops has previously said that, although vaccines with links to fetal cell lines can cause “a problem of conscience for some Catholic parents,” they can take them in service of the greater good of public health. In 2020, the conference urged people to get vaccinated against COVID.

“A well-informed consumer can make whatever choice they decide on purchasing a product so long as they have all of the information in hand to make the choice,” Hall told HuffPost.

So far, Hall’s bill has not been assigned to a committee.

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