Sam watched as the spirit of Daniel rose above his lifeless body and floated out of the room. Within 48 hours she witnessed one of her closest friends suffer and finally die in front of her, and then watch as his spirit ascended to a higher plane of existence. As the after-glow from Daniel's spirit faded, Sam was left staring at his body, eyes wide, her breathing coming in short ragged breaths. Her mind was spinning, trying to come to terms with what had happened, and with her emotions were running rampant, she was quickly losing ground with controlling them.
Turning his attention from the doorway, Jack's eyes caught the look of raw emotions on Sam's face, and knew that she was at her breaking point. But just as he reached out to her, she turned and fled out of the room, moving as fast as she could down the halls, trying not to draw attention to herself. Jack quickly excused himself from the infirmary, and went after her. He knew that people were probably watching him as ran through the SGC corridors, but he didn't give a damn.
Jack caught up to Sam, just as she entered her quarters. "Carter!" He put a hand on her shoulder, and turned her around to face him. Although she had been able to prevent herself from crying, Jack could see that her eyes were brimming with unshed tears, and that she was breathing so heavily she was on the verge of hyperventilating. She couldn't even speak, it took all she had just to shake her head. With his heart breaking at the point of seeing his 2IC so vulnerable, he crossed her room, and grabbed her keys off of her desk. He looked at her, eyes warm and caring. "Come on. Let's get outta here."
Not trusting her voice, Sam just nodded. Jack took her overnight bag from her room, and placing his hand on the small of her back, guided her towards the elevators.
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Tossing her bag into the back of his truck, Jack opened the passenger door for Sam before climbing into the driver's seat. Looking over at her, as he buckled his seat belt, he could see her staring out the window, face pale, a small tear trickling down her cheek. "Hey," he said gently, as he took her hand in his. "You're gonna be okay."
Sam blinked, causing more stray tears to fall. "Drive," she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper. Jack nodded, and briefly let go out her hand, as he started the engine, lacing their fingers together again as he pulled out of the parking lot.