Sam sat with China during dinner that evening. Gary had asked her if she
didn't mind stepping up and helping with the boys since they knew her and
seemed to like her so much. If she didn't want to, he'd said he could pull
one of the male counselors from UK, but he'd seen her already sitting with
them and knew that they would respond better to her than to a practical
stranger.
Sam had agreed, of course, and found herself sitting in Jack's place at the dinner table. Sally and Jean were watching over their girls, but the girls only wanted to talk about Daniel and Jack. Mostly Daniel. They were pestering the China boy for information the entire meal.
"Jack really landed on Daniel?"
"Uh huh."
"And Daniel was bleeding?"
"Yeah. It was all over. Blood and guts everywhere."
"There weren't any guts."
"It sounds better if you say guts."
"It's gross," one of the girls complained.
"Then don't ask."
"Jack broke his arm?"
"Maybe."
"Did Daniel hurt his broken arm?"
"It's in a cast."
"That doesn't mean you can't hurt it."
"He didn't say his arm hurt."
"Just his head."
About halfway through dinner, the Nurse came in and walked over to the table Gary was sitting at. She knelt down and they spoke for a few minutes, with all the camp staff at the table leaning in to hear what was being said. Sam watched intently, as did most of the campers and counselors. Everyone knew about the ropes course accident, and all of them wanted to know how the counselors from China were doing. Gary smiled and nodded at something Kim said, then she stood up and went into the kitchen, obviously getting herself something to eat. Sam stood up and followed her, unable to control her concern.
"Are they all right?" She asked from the doorway to the kitchen.
Kim looked over, and smiled.
"They're fine. Well, as fine as they can be. Jack has a broken bone in his forearm, a partially dislocated shoulder, a sore back, and a lot of bruises. Including a very nasty one that's running along his thigh to his knee that he got from the safety rope snapping back at him. He'll be limping for a couple of days, and will have a cast on his arm for at least a month."
"And Daniel?"
"A cut on his head that took a few stitches to close, a lot of bruising and his back is a little sore, too. They really got lucky."
Sam smiled, relieved.
"Where are they?"
"I sent them to their cabin. They say they're not hungry, which is possible, since they're both doped up on painkillers right now, but they'll need to eat later, with their next round of medication."
"Can I see them?"
"Of course. Their campers will probably want to see them, too, so they can see for themselves that they're really all right."
Sam nodded her thanks, and walked out to the dining room again, smiling at the boys sitting with Teal'c as she came and sat down with them again.
"Are they okay?"
"Where are they?"
"They're fine, just sore." Sam said it loud enough that the girls at France could hear her as well, since she knew they were genuinely concerned. "Jack broke his arm, and Daniel needed stitches in his forehead, but just that and a lot of bruises."
"Where are they?"
"At the cabin."
"We should go see them."
"Yeah."
The boys started to get up, as did a few of the girls from France, but Sam held her hand up to stop them.
"You guys can't all go charging in there right away."
"Why not?"
"Because you'll make them think you've been worrying about them."
"We have been."
"Yeah, but they wouldn't like it if they knew that. They'd be afraid you weren't having fun. You know Daniel and Jack would rather you had fun than worry, right?"
"Right." The boys still didn't understand what she meant, but that part made sense. Of course Daniel and Jack would want them to have fun and not worry.
"So... if you go rushing up and barge in on them looking all worried, they're going to know you've been worrying. You have to play it cool, like you knew all along they were going to be okay."
"I can do that."
"Me, too."
"Me, too."
Sam had agreed, of course, and found herself sitting in Jack's place at the dinner table. Sally and Jean were watching over their girls, but the girls only wanted to talk about Daniel and Jack. Mostly Daniel. They were pestering the China boy for information the entire meal.
"Jack really landed on Daniel?"
"Uh huh."
"And Daniel was bleeding?"
"Yeah. It was all over. Blood and guts everywhere."
"There weren't any guts."
"It sounds better if you say guts."
"It's gross," one of the girls complained.
"Then don't ask."
"Jack broke his arm?"
"Maybe."
"Did Daniel hurt his broken arm?"
"It's in a cast."
"That doesn't mean you can't hurt it."
"He didn't say his arm hurt."
"Just his head."
About halfway through dinner, the Nurse came in and walked over to the table Gary was sitting at. She knelt down and they spoke for a few minutes, with all the camp staff at the table leaning in to hear what was being said. Sam watched intently, as did most of the campers and counselors. Everyone knew about the ropes course accident, and all of them wanted to know how the counselors from China were doing. Gary smiled and nodded at something Kim said, then she stood up and went into the kitchen, obviously getting herself something to eat. Sam stood up and followed her, unable to control her concern.
"Are they all right?" She asked from the doorway to the kitchen.
Kim looked over, and smiled.
"They're fine. Well, as fine as they can be. Jack has a broken bone in his forearm, a partially dislocated shoulder, a sore back, and a lot of bruises. Including a very nasty one that's running along his thigh to his knee that he got from the safety rope snapping back at him. He'll be limping for a couple of days, and will have a cast on his arm for at least a month."
"And Daniel?"
"A cut on his head that took a few stitches to close, a lot of bruising and his back is a little sore, too. They really got lucky."
Sam smiled, relieved.
"Where are they?"
"I sent them to their cabin. They say they're not hungry, which is possible, since they're both doped up on painkillers right now, but they'll need to eat later, with their next round of medication."
"Can I see them?"
"Of course. Their campers will probably want to see them, too, so they can see for themselves that they're really all right."
Sam nodded her thanks, and walked out to the dining room again, smiling at the boys sitting with Teal'c as she came and sat down with them again.
"Are they okay?"
"Where are they?"
"They're fine, just sore." Sam said it loud enough that the girls at France could hear her as well, since she knew they were genuinely concerned. "Jack broke his arm, and Daniel needed stitches in his forehead, but just that and a lot of bruises."
"Where are they?"
"At the cabin."
"We should go see them."
"Yeah."
The boys started to get up, as did a few of the girls from France, but Sam held her hand up to stop them.
"You guys can't all go charging in there right away."
"Why not?"
"Because you'll make them think you've been worrying about them."
"We have been."
"Yeah, but they wouldn't like it if they knew that. They'd be afraid you weren't having fun. You know Daniel and Jack would rather you had fun than worry, right?"
"Right." The boys still didn't understand what she meant, but that part made sense. Of course Daniel and Jack would want them to have fun and not worry.
"So... if you go rushing up and barge in on them looking all worried, they're going to know you've been worrying. You have to play it cool, like you knew all along they were going to be okay."
"I can do that."
"Me, too."
"Me, too."