PART 9: Daylight, come?
"When you come to the end of all the light you know, And it's time to step into the darkness of the unknown, Faith is knowing that two things shall happen: Either you will be given something solid to stand on, Or you will be taught to fly." --Edward Teller
TWO WEEKS LATER
It's been two weeks of hell. There were one or two moments I didn't think I'd make it. I was lucky not to suffer brain damage when my heart stopped for a good 3 minutes earlier this week. Jack can't help but check in on me every half an hour, just to make sure I'm still breathing!
We've tried to contact P4X-697, the planet where this all started. The chevrons won't lock, and there's nothing wrong our end. I think either something has happened, or they've purposely buried the gate. Janet has been trying to find a cure, but she really needed some samples of the poison, and we can't get those.
She has run so many tests on me now, that I'm covered in bruises and tiny holes. The tests keep showing mutations, each molecule taking on different characteristics for different organs. It's almost designed to evaluate and destroy. That's why my own immune system can't fight it.
Time is running out now. I can't afford to wait for Janet to find a cure, something has to be done. That's why General Hammond has given the order for the Tok'ra to be contacted. They may be able to do something. They have someone coming as soon as they can spear them.
I pray they come soon.
I don't say anything, especially not to Jack, but the pain, it's almost unbearable. Janet gives me morphine shots, but the relief is minimal and brief. My body seems to be aching all the time, and the tests; scans, blood tests, even a lumber puncture, have all left my body sore from the torment.
I don't know much about this toxin, but I do know that I can't take much more of this. I think. I think it's going to kill me.
**
"It's working, but the poison is advanced. This may take a while." The tok'ra, who finally arrived early the next morning says as he holds the healing device over me, and it's yellow glow washes over my body. I can feel it working already, healing the bruises and aches as well as cleaning out my insides. Suddenly I find it's easier to breath. My lungs don't hurt as they did only a short time ago.
**
It took half an hour for the healing device to work it's magic. More tests indicate the poison appears to be fully out of system, and the next day I'm allowed home. General Hammond insisted I take two weeks downtime, despite the fact that the tok'ra healing me has left me feeling fine.
"You've been though a lot major, give yourself some time to recover, if not physically, mentally." He argued.
It is nice to have some time off to spend with Jake. I've spent so much time in that infirmary over the last couple of weeks; I've barely seen him. Before he came along, before any of this, I hated downtime, full of fixing the same part of my bike over and over and wishing I was at the cabin with Jack instead.
Coming out of my trance, I put down the bottle I had been drying and poor a little blackcurrant juice in the bottom, topping it up with water before firmly placing the lid on. In the front room I can hear their voices, (Jack and Jake) which get louder as I approach the doorway. When I get there I just stand and watch as they play. Jack is lying on the floor, holding our baby over his head and making airplane noises.
I love watching them together. You can tell, just by looking at them that they adore each other and that there is a bond between them that is already unbreakable.
"Hey, mum, where's my juice?" Jack asks in a babyish voice. I shake of my thoughts and fully enter the room, handing Jack the juice that he takes and feeds to the kid.
I sit on the floor next to them and run my hand over Jacob's head, and then over my husbands in the same fashion. I smile as I notice all the lines that too many battles have left scared on his face. He wares them well. He's eyes leave our son, and meet mine. The moment takes us somewhere, neither of us sure where, as we realise what we have. Something so special and so strong, and yet we never thought we'd get here.
I take his face in my hands and place a soft kiss on his lips.
I whisper, "I love you" and close my eyes.
"I love you too." He replies, not with words, but with the mare touch of his lips on my skin.
**
Babies are so funny at 6 months old. All the little facial expressions they learn to master are amazing. Mind-drew, it probably doesn't help that daddy spends a good part of his day teaching our child how to pull all kinds of weird, and sometimes disturbing, faces!
Talking of daddy, I sent him shopping; a job I know he loves which was reflected by his (sarcastic) woo-hoo, as he grabbed his keys and left an hour ago.
Getting back to the job in hand, my legs demand relief and therefore force me to stand, and they ache slightly as the blood that they so missed flows back to them. Crawling around the house on your hands and knees, and only teaching your son to crawl faster so that he can escape your clutches when he needs changing, is not such a good idea when your in the later half of being thirty something.
"Ok, ok, you win! You're the best crawler in this family!" He looks at me with an innocent smile on his face, and I realise what I've said. Family. It's the first time I've called us that. "Family" I say again, the sound playing on my tongue. "Yeah, I like the sound of that."
I bend over to pick Jake up, but I suddenly become dizzy and breathless. Oh god, no. It can't be happening again. It can't. I try to calm myself down and force myself to breath but its no good, my lungs refuse to work.
On the edge of obscurity I realise that Jake is out of his crib and something could happen to him, he could hurt himself. I beg for the strength to just get him to somewhere safe, but its no good, I can't focus and my limbs are weak.
Before I know it everything is black, and I barely register a pain in the back of my head, as I hit the floor.
**
Part 10 coming soon
"When you come to the end of all the light you know, And it's time to step into the darkness of the unknown, Faith is knowing that two things shall happen: Either you will be given something solid to stand on, Or you will be taught to fly." --Edward Teller
TWO WEEKS LATER
It's been two weeks of hell. There were one or two moments I didn't think I'd make it. I was lucky not to suffer brain damage when my heart stopped for a good 3 minutes earlier this week. Jack can't help but check in on me every half an hour, just to make sure I'm still breathing!
We've tried to contact P4X-697, the planet where this all started. The chevrons won't lock, and there's nothing wrong our end. I think either something has happened, or they've purposely buried the gate. Janet has been trying to find a cure, but she really needed some samples of the poison, and we can't get those.
She has run so many tests on me now, that I'm covered in bruises and tiny holes. The tests keep showing mutations, each molecule taking on different characteristics for different organs. It's almost designed to evaluate and destroy. That's why my own immune system can't fight it.
Time is running out now. I can't afford to wait for Janet to find a cure, something has to be done. That's why General Hammond has given the order for the Tok'ra to be contacted. They may be able to do something. They have someone coming as soon as they can spear them.
I pray they come soon.
I don't say anything, especially not to Jack, but the pain, it's almost unbearable. Janet gives me morphine shots, but the relief is minimal and brief. My body seems to be aching all the time, and the tests; scans, blood tests, even a lumber puncture, have all left my body sore from the torment.
I don't know much about this toxin, but I do know that I can't take much more of this. I think. I think it's going to kill me.
**
"It's working, but the poison is advanced. This may take a while." The tok'ra, who finally arrived early the next morning says as he holds the healing device over me, and it's yellow glow washes over my body. I can feel it working already, healing the bruises and aches as well as cleaning out my insides. Suddenly I find it's easier to breath. My lungs don't hurt as they did only a short time ago.
**
It took half an hour for the healing device to work it's magic. More tests indicate the poison appears to be fully out of system, and the next day I'm allowed home. General Hammond insisted I take two weeks downtime, despite the fact that the tok'ra healing me has left me feeling fine.
"You've been though a lot major, give yourself some time to recover, if not physically, mentally." He argued.
It is nice to have some time off to spend with Jake. I've spent so much time in that infirmary over the last couple of weeks; I've barely seen him. Before he came along, before any of this, I hated downtime, full of fixing the same part of my bike over and over and wishing I was at the cabin with Jack instead.
Coming out of my trance, I put down the bottle I had been drying and poor a little blackcurrant juice in the bottom, topping it up with water before firmly placing the lid on. In the front room I can hear their voices, (Jack and Jake) which get louder as I approach the doorway. When I get there I just stand and watch as they play. Jack is lying on the floor, holding our baby over his head and making airplane noises.
I love watching them together. You can tell, just by looking at them that they adore each other and that there is a bond between them that is already unbreakable.
"Hey, mum, where's my juice?" Jack asks in a babyish voice. I shake of my thoughts and fully enter the room, handing Jack the juice that he takes and feeds to the kid.
I sit on the floor next to them and run my hand over Jacob's head, and then over my husbands in the same fashion. I smile as I notice all the lines that too many battles have left scared on his face. He wares them well. He's eyes leave our son, and meet mine. The moment takes us somewhere, neither of us sure where, as we realise what we have. Something so special and so strong, and yet we never thought we'd get here.
I take his face in my hands and place a soft kiss on his lips.
I whisper, "I love you" and close my eyes.
"I love you too." He replies, not with words, but with the mare touch of his lips on my skin.
**
Babies are so funny at 6 months old. All the little facial expressions they learn to master are amazing. Mind-drew, it probably doesn't help that daddy spends a good part of his day teaching our child how to pull all kinds of weird, and sometimes disturbing, faces!
Talking of daddy, I sent him shopping; a job I know he loves which was reflected by his (sarcastic) woo-hoo, as he grabbed his keys and left an hour ago.
Getting back to the job in hand, my legs demand relief and therefore force me to stand, and they ache slightly as the blood that they so missed flows back to them. Crawling around the house on your hands and knees, and only teaching your son to crawl faster so that he can escape your clutches when he needs changing, is not such a good idea when your in the later half of being thirty something.
"Ok, ok, you win! You're the best crawler in this family!" He looks at me with an innocent smile on his face, and I realise what I've said. Family. It's the first time I've called us that. "Family" I say again, the sound playing on my tongue. "Yeah, I like the sound of that."
I bend over to pick Jake up, but I suddenly become dizzy and breathless. Oh god, no. It can't be happening again. It can't. I try to calm myself down and force myself to breath but its no good, my lungs refuse to work.
On the edge of obscurity I realise that Jake is out of his crib and something could happen to him, he could hurt himself. I beg for the strength to just get him to somewhere safe, but its no good, I can't focus and my limbs are weak.
Before I know it everything is black, and I barely register a pain in the back of my head, as I hit the floor.
**
Part 10 coming soon