Awakening
As Dr Daniel Jackson came around his first thought was as to why he was lying on the floor. Slowly opened his eyes, he found his vision was blurry and there appeared to be some sort of light above him which was shining directly into his eyes. He automatically reached up to shield his eyes and found his glasses missing. Sighing deeply he closed his eyes and consented to rubbing his forehead with his hands, as though trying to iron out creases and sooth his throbbing head.
Opening his eyes again he squinted at his surroundings, still finding everything blurry, he began patting his pockets for his glasses. Finally he found them in his jacket pocket, wondering blearily why he hadn't checked there first as that was where he usually kept them. Putting them on, he blinked rapidly realising something wasn't right. His glasses didn't appear to be helping his vision, and what he could make out didn't look even remotely familiar. At that moment he was overwhelmed by a wave of nausea. Falling back to the floor, he struggled, retching, trying to focus on something to stop his surroundings spinning. Overcome everything faded into darkness.
Coming to he struggled hurriedly into a sitting position. Both his head and vision seemed somewhat clearer. Groggily he tried to bring the room into focus, searching increasingly desperately for anything familiar. Stomach clenching involuntarily with fear he realised that he had no idea where he was. The room was bare as far as he could see with walls of smooth grey stone and a single source of illumination above his head
Still feeling dazed the tried to haul his brain into gear. Fear was still clutching at his insides making it hard to think logically. His first thought was feeling the way he did was he should be at the infirmary at the SGC. He felt that upon his somewhat indistinct assessment of his surroundings that it was safe to assume that was one place he defiantly wasn't. The thing that clinched it for him, besides the radical difference in décor, was the lack of the kindly face of Doctor Fraser and any of the other members of SG1. He was certain if he was in the infirmary having taken ill and blacked out on a mission that at least one of his friends would be there when he awoke.
With his eyesight still fogged it was impossible to clearly distinct his surroundings. He settled for the moment with busying himself with shuffling into the nearest corner in order to support himself. As he moved he couldn't understand why his body felt so heavy, it was like trying to drag lead weights across the floor. His head was the worst, it just seemed to loll listlessly on his neck. It felt as though it would take more energy than he could possibly summon to hold it upright. It didn't help that he had the mother of all headaches, it likened to having your skull split with an axe from the inside, each stroke in time with the beat of his pulse.
Finally settled in the nearest corner, thankful that it was only a few feet from where he had awoken, he felt drained of all energy and the little he had remaining was barely keeping his eyes open.
Resting his head against the cool smooth stone of the wall, his eyes fluttered shut. The coolness helped his headache and nausea recede a little, giving him the room to think. He tried desperately to remember how he had gotten himself into this situation.