Reliving
General Hammond was one of the last to succumb to the virus, everyone else seems to be immune. There aren't many of us and I'm still not familiar with everyone's medical files, but there seem to be quite a few people who suffer from severe allergies. The base is weak though and there's not much any of us can do, except wait for Dr Jackson and Mr Teal'c to come back. Most of the affected personnel are either sedated or have collapsed out of pure exhaustion. The few medical staff are looking after the injured.
I had retreated to my office in the hope of getting a little rest, but there is little hope of that. I've been on base for around 38 hours. The virus first showed itself at around 22:30 and it has been madness from then onwards. In fact this is the first time I've really left the infirmary since then, apart from when I was explaining the situation to Jack. No he's not Jack, he's Colonel O'Neill. He HAS to be that to me. It was so hard though. When I first saw him it felt like, well to be cliché, like a ton of bricks had hit me. I was totally unprepared and unguarded. I had always wanted to believe that he had not left for that final mission, that somewhere he was still alive. I had just stood their staring at him until I noticed the woman in his arms, then my training had kicked in.
It had been surprisingly easy to pretend. After our first meeting Jack seemed to snap into a different person, so did I. We worked and interacted together like people who had only just met. Later though when I was showing him the converted isolation blocks, when it had just been us, I had ached to say something about our past, but I didn't. It was not exactly uncomfortable between us; the conversation was quick and easy, lacking somehow though.
When the SF's brought Jack in, my heart had sunk. By all rights I shouldn't have been treating him, far too emotionally attached, but I wasn't about to say that to anyone. I found that I was not attached to him though, because that creature may have resembled Jack physically, but it was not him. It took the combined efforts of 7 SF's just to get him strapped down so I could sedate him. Even sedated he had continued to scream, and it was dangerous to be close to him. He was twice as violent as any of the others. The brow ridge formed a lot quicker on him, soon even his physical appearance resembled more beast than man.
We had to put him in an iso' room, he was simply too dangerous to have in the infirmary. I pumped him full of more sedative, but as I locked the door I looked back through the grill. He was watching me through the grate, head tilted to one side. He growled, almost purred when he saw me studying him and I hesitated to leave. There was a brief moment of silence in which he suddenly lunged at the door, forcing me to leap back and slam the hatch across.
It was so hard to see him like that. I will always remember him the way I first met him, although he wasn't exactly a pretty picture then..
General Hammond was one of the last to succumb to the virus, everyone else seems to be immune. There aren't many of us and I'm still not familiar with everyone's medical files, but there seem to be quite a few people who suffer from severe allergies. The base is weak though and there's not much any of us can do, except wait for Dr Jackson and Mr Teal'c to come back. Most of the affected personnel are either sedated or have collapsed out of pure exhaustion. The few medical staff are looking after the injured.
I had retreated to my office in the hope of getting a little rest, but there is little hope of that. I've been on base for around 38 hours. The virus first showed itself at around 22:30 and it has been madness from then onwards. In fact this is the first time I've really left the infirmary since then, apart from when I was explaining the situation to Jack. No he's not Jack, he's Colonel O'Neill. He HAS to be that to me. It was so hard though. When I first saw him it felt like, well to be cliché, like a ton of bricks had hit me. I was totally unprepared and unguarded. I had always wanted to believe that he had not left for that final mission, that somewhere he was still alive. I had just stood their staring at him until I noticed the woman in his arms, then my training had kicked in.
It had been surprisingly easy to pretend. After our first meeting Jack seemed to snap into a different person, so did I. We worked and interacted together like people who had only just met. Later though when I was showing him the converted isolation blocks, when it had just been us, I had ached to say something about our past, but I didn't. It was not exactly uncomfortable between us; the conversation was quick and easy, lacking somehow though.
When the SF's brought Jack in, my heart had sunk. By all rights I shouldn't have been treating him, far too emotionally attached, but I wasn't about to say that to anyone. I found that I was not attached to him though, because that creature may have resembled Jack physically, but it was not him. It took the combined efforts of 7 SF's just to get him strapped down so I could sedate him. Even sedated he had continued to scream, and it was dangerous to be close to him. He was twice as violent as any of the others. The brow ridge formed a lot quicker on him, soon even his physical appearance resembled more beast than man.
We had to put him in an iso' room, he was simply too dangerous to have in the infirmary. I pumped him full of more sedative, but as I locked the door I looked back through the grill. He was watching me through the grate, head tilted to one side. He growled, almost purred when he saw me studying him and I hesitated to leave. There was a brief moment of silence in which he suddenly lunged at the door, forcing me to leap back and slam the hatch across.
It was so hard to see him like that. I will always remember him the way I first met him, although he wasn't exactly a pretty picture then..