In Dreams 3
STORMONT VAIL HOSPITAL
Noelle is sitting cross-legged on the hospital bed coloring a picture of Cupid in all his chubby diapered glory.
“Making a Valentine for someone?” Mulder asks as he sits on the edge of the bed.
“My daddy,” she says quietly.
“How’re you feeling?” he asks, watching her methodically fill in the cherub’s golden curls with a stubby yellow crayon.
“Okay,” she says.
Mulder leans in, trying to catch the girl’s eyes.
“Can I ask you a question, Noelle?” he says, “about what you said to me last night?”
Noelle looks up, eyes wide and fearful.
“I told you already,” she says.
“Who were you talking about? Your mom?”
“You have to let her go, that’s the only way,” she says solemnly. The light that danced in her eyes just yesterday has been snuffed out.