MGM owns SGA. 500 words.
Jennifer seized the arms of the wheelchair with an iron grip that immediately turned her knuckles white as Carson and her staff swarmed around Rodney. She couldn't see him anymore, not that she needed to. The alarms coming from the monitors and the way Carson was barking orders told her Rodney was having some sort of attack.
She had no doubt that if she were able to focus on the numbers and orders being bandied about, she'd know exactly what was happening with the man she loved, but she simply couldn't summon enough focus.
In fact, she felt as though she were spinning out of control. She felt as though she were whirling around in a centrifuge, with everything inside of her threatening to tear her apart in an effort to spread itself amongst the stars. Her heart was racing. Her stomach was churning. Her vision was blurry.
If she had been standing, she'd have probably ended up in an undignified heap on the floor.
Get a grip, Jennifer! she screamed at herself, trying to find the strength to calm her heart and clear her mind. By the time she finally managed to take in her surroundings with a semblance of reliable accuracy, she found herself sitting on the edge of her bed.
"What?" she demanded faintly when she realized where she was. She weakly pushed at Sandy who was helping her get into bed. "Wait! I have to go back to Rodney!"
Sandy took Jennifer's legs in her hands and gently lifted them and turned them onto the bed so that Jennifer was sitting up in her bed. "I'm sorry, Doctor," she said as she reached down and pulled the blanket up over Jennifer's legs. "But Dr. Beckett has confined you to your bed for a while."
Jennifer was outraged. "How dare he!" She reached down and threw the blanket back down to the bottom of the bed. "He has no right…!"
"He has every right," interrupted Sandy with the sort of quiet authority she'd always managed to have when she needed it. "He is your doctor." She reached down and once again covered her boss with the blanket. "And he said he'd come and see you when Dr. McKay was straightened away."
The bluster left Jennifer and she felt her cheeks catch fire with embarrassment. "Sandy, I'm sor…"
"Don't worry about it, Doctor," replied the nurse with a sympathetic smile. She patted Jennifer's hand. "And don't worry about him. He'll be fine."
"That he will be," Carson's Scottish brogue agreed.
Sandy excused herself and Carson gave Jennifer an appraising glance before saying, "He's fine. And he's awake. He hasn't been able to say much yet, but from what I could tell…"
"He thought I shot him and he went into a panic attack when he saw me," Jennifer said softly.
"Aye," said Carson sadly. "John is talking to him now about that." He reached over and put a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "Don't worry, Jennifer. He'll understand."