Knees

spacegypsy1

Jack and Daniel friendship. Daniel visits the infirmary after Jack's knee surgery. No plot, fun with Jack and Daniel. Rated T for Jack's mouth.

-o-o-o-o-o-o-o- Not beta'd, just having a bit of fun.

The moment his blurry vision recognized the figure strolling towards him, Jack glared. Voice still rough from anesthesia, he affected a hoarse yell. "I said NO visitors, and I distinctly remember specifically stating 'especially Daniel'!"

The visitor stopped beside the bed in the recovery room. "Hey, Jack. How you feeling?"

"Just peaching, ya know, kinda like someone's pounding on my knees with a sledge hammer. You?" Closing his eyes, Jack relaxed his features as though he slept.

"Fine. Why'd they do them both? We all thought you wanted them done one at a time."

"Oh,I don't know, Daniel. Maybe Lam's channeling ole doc Fraiser. I gotta sleep. Go away. And why the hell are you here? Sneak in? You're good at that. And why not bring your entourage? May as well had all five, what's the difference? "

"I drew the short straw. You don't look so hot."

Eyes popping open, Jack grimaced. "I hurt like a son of a bitch!"

"Right. I'll..."

"Do not call Lam. She's already done enough! Just go away so I can sleep."

"Carolyn said to keep you awake."

"Of course she did." Moaning, Jack thumped his head against the pillow.

Daniel pulled up a chair and sat beside the bed, giving Jack a sheepish grin when the general opened his eyes to a narrow slit and glared his way.

"Could ya turn off that god damned light! I'm cooking here."

"I think it's supposed to be on."

"I don't give a rat's ass, turn it off!"

Frustrated, Daniel raised his voice. "Don't be such an ass, this is not my fault!"

Head popping up, glazed eyes flashing, Jack grouched. "I beg to differ. You should have known that first trip through the gate would toss me out smack dab on my knees!"

"What!?" Daniel came quickly out of the chair, eyes wide and jaw clinched.

"You heard me!" Jack was up on his elbows now.

"I can't believe you're blaming me! At some point in time you might want to take some responsibility for your actions! And Carolyn said to remain still."

"Reponsibil..."Jackknifing up to a sitting position Jack suddenly growled in pain and fell back to the bed, pale and sweating. "Holy crap!"

"Told you."

"God! I need some water."

"Nope."

"I've got a dry riverbed for a throat."

"Sorry."

"Ice chips?" Pleading eyes turned on Daniel, but the man only shrugged and walked away. Squeezing his eyelids tight, Jack cursed through his raw throat, "god damn it, Daniel! I thought you were my friend." Well, this is nice. Left all alone to suffer and die from thirst! 'this will improve the quality of your life' they said. Yeah, right!

So caught up in his thoughts, Jack didn't hear Daniel's return.

"Here!" Daniel barked out, thrusting a cup of ice chips towards Jack.

The patient's response to the sudden loud and annoyed voice, got a full cup of ice across his throat and chest and a jerk knee response. Literally. "Holy mother of...agh! You're killing me!"

"Jack!" Moving back, as Carolyn and her team rushed in, Daniel shook his head. "You just had to make this difficult didn't you?"

"And you have a problem with that...why?" Eyelids lowering slowly, Jack succumbed to the pain meds.

Daniel's gaze lifted to Carolyn. "He's going to be okay?"

"Yes, but you might want to send someone else next time if you want him to stay that way."

~END