Bad Day PT2

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Rating: Angst/Adventure/Hurt Comfort/The whole team will be in this story

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Ronon waited along the trail for the six new recruits to come around the corner. He was well hidden inside the brush and was holding a trip wire that he had placed across the path. Smiling, he waited, knowing what the outcome would be, but enjoying the moment anyway. He actually looked forward to these new recruit orientations; it gave him a chance to practice some of the skills that he used against the Wraith while running from them for seven years.

It was only a few minutes wait and the six man team came running up the trail, three in front and three right behind them.

Perfect, he thought and waited for just the right moment. When the feet of the forward three were just before the wire he pulled with both hands. The three men went flying forward, their feet tangled in the line. The other three behind them, unprepared, fell over their comrades.

Ronon just smiled as he got up from his hiding spot and leaned back against the tree with his arms crossed over his chest. He slowly shook his head at the tangle of soldiers whose arms, weapons and boots all seemed to be entwined with each other.

He had no idea how the Earth soldiers ever survived. They were really undisciplined and not savvy at all.

Sheppard had been following a short distance behind the six and stopped as he saw O'Niel's finest lying on the ground. He shook his head as he stood over the now embarrassed recruits. "Well now, fellas, seeing how you're all down there together, you'd be Wraith snacks by now."

Ronon smirked then pushed away from the tree. He started to wind up the line.

Sgt. Stackhouse was right behind Sheppard, he just stood there and shook his head.

Sheppard used his most facetious tone of voice.

"All right, Guys, let's try again and this time stay out of trouble. No bunching up. Mr. Dex has some really nice surprises for us today, so let's try and figure out how to avoid them, shall we?" He raised his eyebrows quizzically.

To a man they got up and stood at attention and said, "Yes, Sir"

"Run along now, Sgt Stackhouse will give you a briefing on what you did wrong." He waited till they were down the road and well out of ear shot, before turning to Ronon.

"Nice one, big guy. I can hardly wait to see what's next." This time one eyebrow went up in question.

Ronon just smirked.

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Carson was just running a test on the blood he'd drawn from his only patient, Dr. Rodney McKay. He sighed after seeing the test results. Shaking his head he started to make his way over to the bed occupied by the still unconscious man. Elizabeth Weir came through the infirmary door just then and joined him.

"So. Carson. How's our patient?" She tried to sound professional, but even Carson could see through that, her eyes said it all ,she was concerned and had come straight down here after receiving the call about Rodney's accident.

Carson looked at the still figure on the bed, then back at Dr. Weir.

"I'm afraid he has a concussion from the fall he took in his lab."

"That's not good." She said, as she looked down at Rodney's unconscious form.

Carson sighed, "I'm afraid that's the least of it." He glanced at Rodney and shook his head, then turned back to her. " I'm afraid our Rodney has also come down with the flu."

Weir looked at him, "Flu? Everyone was inoculated two months ago! How could he have the flu?"

Carson shook his head, "That's what I just spent the past fifteen minutes checking on. Seems Rodney was scheduled for his shot just about the time your auxiliary power went down on the north pier. He and Dr. Zelenka went to fix it and Rodney never made it back here for his shot. No one thought to reschedule him."

Elizabeth shook her head, "How bad is it?"

"It's bloody awful, he has the Russian strain that killed so many people several years ago; even the queen mother died from it."

Elizabeth was worried, "Anything I can do to help?"

"Well, most of my staff are on the mainland helping treat the Athosians with their pox outbreak. I only kept one nurse here. The rest of the staff are needed over there. I'll be a little short handed, but I need to monitor him 24/7 for the next few days." Carson seemed lost in thought for a moment." Where is Colonel Sheppard? He could help out; I rather expected him to come charging in when he heard about Rodney."

"I'm afraid he's off world for three days, he and Ronon are breaking in their new recruits." She smiled," I'll be glad to help you watch over Rodney at night while you rest if you want. "

Carson looked at her gratefully," Aye, that'll be a big help. I'll see if Major Lorne can spare two of his medics as well. They could spell us for a few hours during the day."

Elizabeth nodded and rested her hand on Carson's arm, "Good idea, We'll get through this and so will Rodney."

Carson looked at his patient wistfully, "Aye, he better or I'll strangle him myself."

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He tried to breathe, but something seemed to be clogging his throat; it felt like cotton balls caught in his windpipe. Along with that difficulty was the fact that something or someone was using a sledge hammer on his head. The midget from before must have brought back a few friends to help.

Slowly he tried to swallow and force his eyes to open as well. A bright glare blinded him and he closed them again. Now his head really hurt, sending sharp pains down his whole body. Groaning he tried again to open his eyes. This time he felt someone's hand lifting his head and then a glass was pressed to his lips.

"Easy, lad. Just take a few sips. I need you awake for a few moments."

The Scottish brogue was unmistakable and Rodney relaxed slightly knowing he was in good hands. He greedily sipped the water that took away most of the cotton balls, but did nothing for the pain in his head.

"That's enough for now," Carson removed the glass.

Rodney gratefully sank his head back against the pillow as Carson slowly released him.

"How're ya feeling?"

"Carson, please,... stop the midgets with the hammers..., my head is coming off! Use some of your Voodoo magic juice ... make it stop! "

"I don't doubt it, you took a nasty whack when you fell. Bled all over my nice clean infirmary after they brought you in."

Carson shown the light back in Rodney's eyes trying to check his condition.

Rodney couldn't bear the pain, his eyes started watering, lifting his arm he covered his eyes to block out the offending light, he practically whimpered "Carson! "

"Rodney, you have a concussion, you need to let me examine you before I give you any medication. " He relented when he saw the pain reflected in Rodney's face. "It'll just be a few seconds and then I'll give you something for the pain. I promise."

Rodney just wanted the pain to go away, his whole body was starting to ache, making him feel like crap. Finally he closed his eyes as Carson asked him the questions to evaluate the severity of the injury.

He mumbled his answers, all the time trying to hold off the pain from his pounding head. Finally Carson administered something into his arm and as it slowly crept through him, it made his body relax and the pounding slowly started to recede. He still felt like crap, but at least the headache was down to a distant throb.

After a few minutes , he felt so much better, "You're a Saint, Carson", he whispered gratefully.

Carson looked startled, "A Saint is it? Did I hear you right, Rodney? You called me a Saint?"

"Mmmm, s'right, Saint, " Rodney was slowly losing track of everything around him as sleep started to claim him. His eyes blinked, he couldn't seem to keep them open.

Carson smiled down at him, "Saint Beckett, now's that's a first for me. I've been called a lot of things, but never Saint!"

"Mmmm," was the sleepy reply as Rodney's eyes finally closed.

Carson looked at the now sleeping man fondly, "All right, I'll let you sleep for a little while."

He patted Rodney's shoulder, and in doing so didn't miss the sheen of perspiration that was forming on his friend's face.

"Aye, and there's that too. I need to tell you about."

Somehow his moment of levity was over, knowing what was to come in the next few days; there would be no rest for the man lying here, the flu was already starting to take over his body. There was going to be the very devil of a fight, in order to save him.

Carson found himself wishing that he really was a Saint, so he could ask for a miracle cure for his friend.

TBC

AN: No medical degree, so forgive! However, I lost my grandfather to the Flu and my mother almost died as well. So you see ,it can kill. ( Get a flu shot!)

Anyhow, there will be more HC to come and let's not forget our boys off world, just wait! And then there's a really good ending I have in mind...but that's later!

Let me know how it's going. Thanks to all who review.

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