Support
Spoilers: Nope, not that I know of.
Disclaimer: I don't own Stargate Atlantis, if I did, I wouldn't be writing fan fiction. I'd be bugging the cast and crew to carry out my storyline wishes. Kidding, kidding, please don't sue!!
Summary: A day in the life of... (well er, you'll see!)
I'm the rock of support. I see events, if I can call it that, through very different eyes than most people do. I don't ask for much in return and frankly, I don't get much in return. Some people take me for granted, one could say. I've gotten used to only seeing their backs, when they're here and when they leave. I see glimpses of people, when they're at their worst. I see people die, but I guess that comes with the job. Still, that doesn't make it any easier on me, not at all. New faces, as well as old faces. People I don't know, people so young they should still live with their mothers instead of putting their lives on the line everyday. Nestled in a mother's embrace, where they're safe. I try to comfort them. After all, it's my job. I am the best in my line of work. Dr. Carson Beckett gave me that much. He's a motivator, really. He knows when you hurt and need to talk. He's there when you need him. I am not the one needing his attention, but he gives me a pat on the back once in a while, to let me know I matter. To let me know I'm important. We're all important really. We just need someone to tell us that once in a while. That's what all human beings look for, by the way, I noticed - recognition - in one way or the other. That's life, and sometimes it's slippery, tries to get away. We do walk a thin line and yet somehow we manage to stay upright. Support.
"Medical team to the gate room."
Dr. Beckett gathers what he needs, so fast, and then he's gone. He sprints to the the gate room like it's a local sport. He's out to save a another life, together with his more than competent team. I never witness what happens out there, I only see the gurney roll in not much later.
That's where I come in.
"Get him on the bed," Dr. Beckett orders, as he pats my back.
And then I'm there again, giving comfort.
"Lean on me," I would say if I only could speak.
The patient slips into my warm embrace.
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A/N: I hope it's clear, because I'm not so sure about this one. I'm never sure when it comes to my psycho plot bunnies. Hope you liked it!