Title: Musings of a man in pain.

Summary: Answer to the 5 min. Pink Challenge, John Sheppard is in pain and angry.

Rating: PG, Gen

Disclaimer: Not mine, wish it was. This is just for fun.

A/N: This took me 10 minutes I swear. And it was after I gave it a try with another idea and had it discarded. Not beta'd, sorry for the mistakes.

Use this in a story: "Oh my, did they have to paint it pink?"

Enjoy!

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John Sheppard was in pain. He knew his life will be hell for the next couple of months. As he slowly woke up in the infirmary, he heard some voices around him. But all he got was a "Oh he's waking up. Time to go!"

Breaking a leg was no fun. Especially if it wasn't because of a Wraith attack, or a trade gone bad. No, it was because Rodney appeared right in front of him as he was riding his skateboard. Recalling the painful event, John had moved to his right, trying not to crash into Rodney. Only to find a staircase and then not being able to stop in time.

Damn it! His leg hurt, and he knew that with time the itching would drive him mad. John slowly opened his eyes and looked around. The infirmary was empty, then he noticed something on the cast of his leg. Rodney and Ford were dead men, they didn't just knew it yet. John was going to make sure of it.

Pranks like this are not fun, especially when you're in pain. He pulled the covers over his leg, as he started to feel cold.

It was then when Carson walked in to check on him, "How are you feeling son?"

John was feeling ready to sulk, but he answered anyways, "Not so good. And you might need to be ready Carson."

Carson frowned, "Why?"

"Because the next time I see Rodney and Ford, I'm gonna hurt them."

Carson crossed his arms around his chest, "What happened?"

John didn't said a word and took off the covers from the injured leg.

Carson's eyes, opened wide, then he smiled, "Oh my, did they have to paint it pink?"

John stared at his pink casted leg, thinking that he couldn't feel more miserable right now. Carson patted him on the shoulder and walked away. Only one thought remained on John's mind; revenge. And he was going to have time to plan it too. But John was sure that will involve some itchy powder on somebody's underwear. And with that thought he fell asleep.

FIN