Title: Reactions
Rating: G
Author: MacGateFan
Disclaimer: Not mine.
The flight back to Atlantis was pretty uneventful. John found the most comfortable bed he could (as far away from the infirmary as possible) and fell asleep. He woke up an hour later with a pounding headache and a feeling that his brain were going to ooze out of his ears.
John reached over and picked his tac vest off the floor. He found the packet of Advil and swallowed them dry. Leaning back on the bed and massaging his temples, John closed his eyes.
When John opened his eyes again, he realized he was in the infirmary. At least his headache was mostly gone. He looked around and spotted Carson talking with one of the nurses. The physician smiled when he saw his patient awake and walked over.
"Colonel."
"What happened, Doc? The last thing I remember was feeling like Ronon was banging my head against the wall."
Carson nodded as he wrote John's vitals in his chart. "That's essentially what happened except it was the gas we used for the Wraith. You are apparently allergic to it. If we ever implement it, you'll have to stay as far away from the gas as possible until it dissipates. Too much inhalation could kill you."
"Yeah, I think I'll steer clear of that. When can I get out of here?"
"Have patience, Colonel. Your body has been through a trauma and you still have a fever. Besides it's best if I keep you here for observation."
John made a pouting face. "Come on, Doc, I'll be good!"
"I'm not falling for it, Colonel," Carson replied. "Now try to get some sleep."
"Yes, Dad," John muttered as he settled himself under the covers.
John heard Carson chuckling as he headed back to his office. He felt himself slowly drifting off to sleep when someone grabbed his arm and screamed for Carson. John's eyes snapped open and he looked up to see a terrified Rodney McKay standing next to him.
"Rodney, what are you doing?" John asked, irritation evident on his voice.
"Bloody hell, Rodney," Carson exclaimed. "You gave me a heart attack! What's wrong?"
Rodney's face turned a bright red. "I thought... I just... I mean... I thought he was passing out or something."
"It's called sleeping, Rodney," John told him.
Carson nodded. "Aye, you should try it sometimes, like right now. And why don't you leave and quit trying to kill my patients... and me!"
"Nicely handled, Doc."