506 Rite of Passage
Janet
This job was both exhilarating and frustrating. Although she had the finest staff and the most cutting edge equipment so often she did not have a clue what to do, yet she learned something new every day. It was especially frustrating having so much at your disposal yet watching young men die without the ability to help them.
Janet Fraiser was so tired of seeing young men die. She did all she could. She saw men seriously wounded brush it off saying it was nothing. They were fine and they needed to get back to help their teammates. She's told more than one to shut the hell up and lie back down. Some men with barely a scratch whined. She assumed it was the overwhelming fear, generated by an enemy so evil, brave men lost heart.
She saw officers holding the hand of their dying men, asking her if there wasn't something, anything, she could do. "He's only a kid, doc." she heard too often. She saw men roll up their sleeves to give blood for an injured comrade when it was leaking out of wounds on themselves.
She saw first hand the awful things weapons of war could do.
She had learned so much, seen so many miracles but spent a large part of her time fumbling in the dark. So often she was faced with the incomprehensible; situations or symptoms she was not trained for nor had anyone on the Earth had ever seen before. She learned, she experimented, she persevered. She did all she could for the SGC.
She loved this job and some days she hated it. She made sure these fine men and women were healthy when they left through the gate and did her best when they returned. And she mourned those who never came back.
This enemy she had seen wreak havoc on so many now had come after her daughter – it was the last straw. The dedicated doctor, the loving mother became a warrior.