Run John Run!
"No under no circumstances Carson NO! John jumped off the gurney.
"John, Col. Sheppard you must get this you do not have a choice. Now I can either put his is your arm or in your ass you pick! John! I am the chief medical officer and I will not let you go off world if you…John come back here!" Carson watched as John ran from the infirmary and down the hallway. "You can make this hard or easy… John? Ah Bloody hell!" Carson took off after him. He past laughing patrons and crews as John sprinted toward the gate room. Carson stopped he had an idea, he touched his ear piece. "Elizabeth?"
"Yes" Dr. Elizabeth Weir had just entered her office for the day when she got the call.
"Can you assist me with John please?"
"Sure what can I do?"
John ran as fast as he could. He looked behind him one more time, Carson was gone. He smiled as he entered the gate room and smiled even bigger as he saw Elizabeth rounding the corner.
"Lizabeth hide me. Carson's become sick with power he's attacking me with needles." She smiled. Partly because he was acting like a 14 year old girl and partly because of what she was about to do. John gave her a confused look but walked past her to get out of the doorway just in case Carson wanted to catch up.
"John I need to talk to you about something" He looked at her. She was serious, this couldn't be good.
"Are you ok? You aren't sick are you?" She took a deep breath and convinced herself it was for his own good.
"John' she paused to breath ' I love you" he just stood there dumbfounded. Suddenly he felt a sharp pain come from his arm. He let out a loud "OWH!" and swung around to see one doctor Carson standing with a now empty syringe and a smile on his face.
"Thank you Dr. Weir for your help"
"No problem Carson. John you look like someone just killed your cat"
"Uhh?" was all he could reply as he watched Carson and Elizabeth walk away laughing to go about with the rest of their day. John stood there wondering. He wondered how much truth was in that confession? That was defiantly something to pester her about later. Rubbing his arm he also went about with the rest of this day.