At the sound of Sam's voice, Jack's eyes snapped open. Turning his head so that he could see her caused a stab of pain, but it was worth it when he locked eyes with her. "You okay Carter?"
"Yes sir. You?" Sam asked. She was sitting in a cot not two feet away, wearing white hospital pajamas. It took a second for Jack to realize that she was hooked up to an IV, which was why she wasn't at his side. A tall man with one of the cheesiest mustaches O'Neill had ever seen, obviously a doctor, sat next to her.
"Margaret, go wake up Hawk and Charles, and get Colonel Potter, too," the doctor addressed a woman in a lab coat who had been standing at the foot of Sam's cot. As he spoke, the doctor moved from Sam's side to Jack's, not acknowledging the woman's "Right away, Doctor," as she headed out the door at high speed.
"How are you feeling?" the doc asked Jack.
"Headache," Jack responded as he watched the man take his pulse. "And you are?"
"Doctor Hunnicutt," the younger man introduced himself. "Your headache should go away in a couple of days."
"Whatever you say, Doc," Jack replied, pulling himself into a sitting position. "No offense, Doc, but what the heck is going on? Where am I?" As he spoke, Jack noted that Daniel and Teal'c were in similar cots across the tent from him and Carter, both also in hospital pjs and each with an IV of their own.
Hunnicutt was about to reply when the door of the tent swung open and admitted two men. Both had obviously just woken up; the black-haired one was still in the process of pulling on a red bathrobe. The door had barely closed behind them when it was yanked back open and the woman returned, followed by a man who looked old enough to be Jack's father, wearing white surgical scrubs. The first two moved to the space between cots to make room for the new arrivals.
"Well this is cozy," Jack commented. "Will anyone else be joining us?" Out of the corner of his eye he saw Carter roll her eyes, but relief was evident on her face and he could read her mind: If he was making wise-cracks again he would be fine.
The man in the red bathrobe looked like he was going to make an equally snappy retort, but a glare from the older gentleman stopped him. "Howdy folks," the elderly man said. "I'm Colonel Potter, the CO around here."
"General Jack O'Neill. Nice to meet you," Jack replied. He didn't miss the surprised looks that were exchanged. "And the rest of these fine folks?"
Surprised or not, the old man covered it well. "Well sir, you've already met Doctor Hunnicutt. This here is Doctor Pierce," the guy in the red bathrobe, "Doctor Winchester," wearing a light-blue striped bathrobe, "and Major Houlihan, our head nurse," the blonde in the lab coat.
"Nice to meet all of you," Jack amended his earlier statement as Hunnicutt stood and joined his colleagues. "Thanks for the help." He meant it. After the jumper had crashed, Carter had been unconscious and the rest of them hadn't been in the best of shape. Speaking of Carter: Jack looked her over and aside from a nasty looking bruise on her temple she seemed to be fine.
"Glad to be of service." Potter nodded at the foot of the cot and raised a questioning eyebrow. "Mind if I sit down?"
Jack motioned for him to do so. "Maybe you can answer my questions, Colonel: What the heck is going on? Where am I? Most importantly, is the rest of my team okay?"