Standing Orders
by
Jennaya O'Neill
Disclaimer: I don't own them, but am more than willing to accept them as a gift!
I feel a gentle swaying that almost lulls me back into unconsciousness, but I had to go and open an eye. There are tree tops above me that are moving, and the sunlight is too bright. Taking stock, I'm strapped into something with a BDU covered arm just coming into my fuzzy sight. We must be going home now. I'd recognize a ride in stokes anytime. The trees are dizzying traveling this way; they twist and turn making my stomach woozy. Oh crap, we must have a new medic; I have to stop now. Right now! Where's that arm I saw a moment ago, ahh there it is…just reach out and touch it O'Neill, you can do it – your disgruntled wounds can protest all they want. It's Carter's arm in my line of sight, I find out as her face comes into my view yelling for the med team to stop. I'm sure it's not a real loud yell, but the way my head feels it sounds like she's shouting at the top of her lungs.
Bless you Carter for making them stop; now I just have to roll out of this thing. Yep, never seen that medic's face before as she tries to stop me, but Teal'c knows what's going on as he unties the straps on this thing. Move lady, I think, oops too late. I toss what's in my stomach all over her pretty new boots. She tried to get out of the way, but didn't make it in time. She's a trooper though, more concerned about my health than her boots as she puts something into my IV. I manage toss the rest of my cookies, and not hit her this time. Normally I'd apologize for doing that, but right now, I just don't care. This will be an entry in her diary, and next time she won't forget doc's standing orders for nausea medicine, when transporting me in one of these blasted things. Motion sickness…it's the only time I get it.
Someone is wiping a cool cloth over my face, oh it's Daniel. Hi Daniel, I try to say but the words just don't make it out of my throat. He smiles back and tells me not to worry that I'll be all right, but his eyes say he's not so sure this time. It's all right Daniel; this isn't the first time I've been shot.
Oh those crazy drugs are really kicking in now, I can feel them course through my body. My stomach settles down, and the pain medicine is making me care even less. After a few minutes more of me not upchucking, the stokes starts moving again. I guess we gave the new medic enough time to clean off her boots.
Okay maybe I am a little concerned this time, so I reach up and touch the hand holding the stokes on my left, it turns out to be Carter. She gives me a reassuring smile. I know my team will get me home, and doc will patch me up again. No worries. I let the sway of the tree tops lull me back into unconsciousness.