"Where is she?" he growls as he stomps into the infirmary, daring anyone or anything to get in his way.
"Wh…who?" the nurse stutters as she takes in the giant man whose eyes seem to be bulging out of his head.
"The Doc," he stated, speaking slowly, "Where is she?"
The nurse pointed to the small office hidden in the back of the infirmary, "In…In there."
Ronon stomped back, slamming the door opened without knocking.
"Oh my god," came the voice from the desk, Dr. Jenn Keller had one hand over her heart as she tried to catch her breath again, "Ronon, what are you doing? Is something wrong?"
"Yes," he said, his voice rose, "You didn't clear me for team missions."
Her face became impassive and stern as she spoke, "No, I didn't."
"Why the hell not?" he aside, still growling.
She glared, looking around him, "Lower your voice." She stood as she saw the gaping onlookers, "You get back to work," she closed the door and turned to face him. Despite the face that he towered over her and double her in width she stood her ground, "Now if you want to discuss my medical recommendations sit down and we'll discuss them. I'm not going to have a yelling match with you."
"We don't need to have a discussion," he said, getting closer to her, "Just change your orders so I can go on the mission today."
Jenn put her hand to her chin as if pretending to think, "How about….no? Anything else you want?"
"I'm fine," he growled at her, "It was just some glass."
"Glass in your knee, which luckily didn't tear anything major. However, you had surgery to get it out Ronon and that was only three days ago. You need time to rest, time to re-build your strength."
He opened his mouth to speak, but she kept right on going, "You may think you're fine, in fact, you may think that are better, but you aren't. Those stitches could give out, your knee could give out and what then? You might be able to carry Rodney on your shoulder, but I doubt the opposite is true."
"I won't need to be carried."
"No," she agreed, "you won't because you'll be here on Atlantis where I have plenty of available stretchers should you need them. Now, is there anything else?"
Ronon glared, irritated that he'd been defeated, yet, excited by the exchange, "Does my injury mean we can't have sex?"
She forced her face to remain stern even as her eyes twinkled, "Well, you are supposed to be resting," she said, "but I suppose some form of sexual activity could be a healthy form of exercise."
He smirked now, leaning down and kissing her, "Our quarters? Twenty minutes?"
She smiled now, reaching up to stroke his face, "I believe I can work that in."
"Good," he opened the door, glaring angrily at the nurses and doctors who were trying to listen in. He turned back to Jenn, giving her a wink, and then growled, at the people, "Get out of my way," as he stomped his way back out.