Perfidious Scratches
Carson was in the mess hall enjoying his short break with a midnight snack when he got the call. He rushed into the infirmary and was guided by a nurse to John Sheppard. If a team had to come back unscheduled in the middle of the night it had to be – of course - Atlantis number one team. He nodded at the nurse and she began to take care of the others.
The nurse had already removed everything he wore on his upper part of the body and he was about to lie down on his stomach.
"These damn bastards shot me into my back!" John greeted Carson who took care of his injury.
When he was done he told John. "You were lucky, it's just a flesh wound."
"But it hurts like hell," John whined.
"You'll be fine lad," Carson smiled and started to wipe off the blood from John's back and discovered several scratches on it. They were probably one or two days old so not from the recent mission. Carson was concerned and wanted to ask John about the scratches when he came to the conclusion and started to grin. Yes, John Sheppard had definitely his fun at night.
"Are you afraid of my needles or why didn't you visit me and let me take a look at this other injury?" he could feel how John's body tensed while he was still wiping away the rest of the blood.
"Erm..that's..well, you know…," Carson grinned. That was too good to be true.
"Well, if the actions which produces these injuries-"
"Carson!"
"will be long-term than you should tell the other participant to stop it. You certainly don't want to look like a scratching post, aye?"
Luckily for John Elizabeth came to save him. "How are the patients, Carson?"
"They're all fine. It just looked worse than it actually was," he shot a glance at John who was now standing as far away as he could from Carson and tried to put on the infirmary clothes but with no success.
Elizabeth nodded at him and went over to John.
While Carson continued his work he had a good view of John and Elizabeth. He almost hadn't noticed it and if you would pay these two a short glance everything seems to be normal. Elizabeth helped John to put on the infirmary clothes, it was nothing out of the ordinary. A friend helping another friend. But the way they did it and the looks they had, as if they tried to hide something and not to be caught.
Bloody hell!
The second conclusion hit him in these late hours. He already wondered who the other participant was.
Carson grinned. Tomorrow's movie night with only John's team, Elizabeth and himself would be interesting.