Daniel shivered despite the blanket one of the guards had offered him sometime during the night. Comfort was a luxury the Otakai guard wasn't about to afford him, and he was sure the roughly thrown blanket had come at the insistence of Asmun or someone else higher in the chain of what ever command structure these people used.

On his left side and facing the cell door was the only position that allowed him more than a few seconds of sleep. His wrist ached mercilessly, and turning his arm over was an exercise in extreme pain that he'd quickly learned wasn't worth the effort.

He dozed lightly now, drifting in and out with the changing of the guard and their raised conversations, which, he was sure, was meant to keep him awake.

"Daniel!"

Daniel jerked awake to the sound of his name and cracked open one eye, blinking at the daylight flooding in through the open cell door.

"Jack?" he croaked around dry lips and throat.

"The one and only. Well, not only… I brought you a visitor."

Daniel tried to sit up by pressing his back to the cell wall and levering himself up onto his good elbow, only it didn't quite work and the effort had him collapsing back onto the mattress. He felt Jack's hand on his right bicep pulling him up again.

"Not too steady there," Jack said, shuffling beside him as he finally managed to sit up unsupported.

"Long night."

"Sleep?"

"Not so much."

"Well, good old Doc Fraiser decided a house call was in order. Didn't you, Doc?"

Daniel quickly blinked his tiredness away as a cool hand cupped his cheek and tilted his head upwards until Janet's face came into view.

"Good morning, Doctor Jackson."

"Hey," was all Daniel could manage. Janet smiled warmly and set her medical kit on the bed beside him, ushering in her medic with a wave over her shoulder. "As we've only got a limited amount of time to check you over, let's get started."

Daniel scrunched his brow in confusion. "Limited?"

"Yes, Daniel, limited," Jack confirmed, letting go of Daniel's arm. "Does the phrase 'God heal thy self' sound familiar?"

"Actually… no."

"Well, that would be because I just made it up. Seems your good buddies the Otakai don't believe their god should need the use of a healer."

"Which makes a lot of s-sense." Daniel jerked suddenly when Janet pushed up the sleeve to his jacket and tried to roll his forearm over. "Ow!"

"Sorry," she said around a forced smile as she cut away the makeshift bandage to reveal the wound beneath. "How long ago did they do this?"

"Ah, yesterday," Daniel replied. "Shortly after we arrived."

"Please tell me they used some type of anesthetic on you because the incision has been rather crudely made and not very well closed up."

Daniel stayed silent, refusing to meet her questioning gaze.

"Primitives," she muttered under her breath. "I'm sorry, Daniel, but aside from cleaning the wound and giving you a shot of antibiotics, there's not a lot more I can do here under these conditions. I wanted to get you on some IV medication but the chief here…"

"Asmun."

"Yes. Asmun. He insisted on basic care only."

"Sounds about right. He doesn't want anything done that might further affect the way his people already regard me. They're not quite sure of my stature… of who I am. That'd be my fault."

"No," Jack cut in sharply before Janet could answer. "Don't play the blame game here, Daniel. You did what you thought was right and saved these people."

"Yeah, add water and… hello… one god incarnate!" Daniel flinched and tried pulled his arm away as Janet disinfected the wound, but she held firm and glared warningly at him to hold still.

"Still not your fault," Jack returned, trying to keep Daniel's attention focused on him. "A mission to a planet you visited during a celestial romp? Hell, I wouldn't have placed a wage on those odds."

"And yet here we are."

"Carter has a plan."

Daniel tilted his head and glared at Jack, eyebrows knotting quizzically. "She does?"

"Hinges on you having a little faith…"

"Oh, that's funny, Jack."

But Jack's expression hardened and he lowered his tone, whispering, "… and pulling off a little disappearing act."

To be continued...