You Just Have To...
Just a little drabble.
The city was in major trouble, they had less than 12 hours to figure out how to save everyone and while John knew that he should be with Rodney and the rest of the senior staff who were trying to figure out a solution he just couldn't.
He had to be at her bedside. Dr. Keller came to him 6 hours ago and told him that she was gravely injured and that she had slipped into a coma and if she didn't wake up within the next 6 hours there was a good chance that she wouldn't wake up….ever….
And so he was at her bedside, just sitting beside her his chin on his clasped hands watching her pale face through the neck brace…she looked so small and fragile. Not at all like the Elizabeth that he had grown to admire and care deeply about over the last 3 years.
"Elizabeth…" He whispered softly as he reached out and took her hand, mindful of the IV. "…you have to get better…." John paused and looked up at her face again and the sight of it made his heat break. "…you have to get better…" He repeated firmly, grasping her hand a little tighter.
"…for Atlantis….we can't do this with out you…..I-" John's voice broke with emotion as he buried his head on the bed, never letting go of her hand. "….I can't do this without you…." He whispered quietly to himself as he blinked away the tears that had welled up in his eyes. "….I need you to help me through this Elizabeth…..so you have to fight…..you just have to……."