"The woman gets food," the guard said, not hiding his delight at getting to torture Jack O'Neill. "And she will eat it in front of you, so you can watch what you can not have."
Jack tried to sit straight, to show his defiance and disdain, but his body was not obeying him anymore. He slumped over, Sam was immediately there to catch him.
"I want no food if General O'Neill can not have any," she responded coldly.
"Carter," Jack wheezed, "you will eat that food. You need it."
He sought her eyes with his and they peered at each other for a moment, Sam saw the anger and desperation in her CO's eyes, but she was immovable.
"No, sir."
"Disobeying… direct… orders," Jack's words were labored and far between, "court… martial…"
Sam ignored his words and glared at the guard.
"Take your food and shove it." She hissed at him, and turned back to Jack as the guard closed the heavy door aggressively. Jack coughed violently before he spoke again. Blood was now dripping from his mouth.
"You're… an amazing… wife..." he panted, "too bad… you're… a crap… soldier."