Fraiser had too many other people to worry about to be too worried about
Jaffer. The lab was on his feet and moving freely, so he wasn't a priority.
Jack O'Neill wasn't moving, and was bleeding all over her floor. He was.
"General Hammond," Teal'c's voice came over the radio that was attached to Jack's belt.
"Go ahead."
"The infirmary has been cleared and we are proceeding to sweep the rest of level 27. Colonel O'Neill has been wounded and is out of action, so I will be taking command of the sweep teams."
"Roger that, Teal'c. Keep me informed."
"We need to get him up on a bed so I can get a better look at what I'm dealing with," Fraiser said, gesturing to Daniel and Roberts. The Marine stepped forward to help, and he and Daniel picked Jack up and laid him on the bed that Sam had been in. Jaffer jumped up as well, settling himself at Jack's feet before Fraiser could stop him.
"Oh, no, you don't," Janet said, gesturing for Daniel to get Jaffer down for her. The archeologist reached for the lab's collar, and Jaffer growled. It was a low, deep noise that rumbled through his chest and warned Daniel that the big dog had had a very rough day, wasn't feeling all that good at the moment, and didn't want to move. Daniel jerked his hand back immediately.
"Uh-uh. He's in a bad mood, Janet, and I'm not going to touch him." Daniel had seen those teeth in action, and wanted nothing to do with them.
"Sam?"
If there was anyone on the base that could control the dog without Jack being awake to do it, it was Sam. Unfortunately, she was busy helping Shawn take off his shirt so she could check out the knife wound in his shoulder. Her hands full, all she could do was shake her head. Besides, there was no guarantee that she could make Jaffer obey her, and there was no way she was going to risk those teeth any more than Daniel was.
Fraiser scowled, but decided that she really didn't have time to argue with the stupid dog. The stupid dog that had, she knew, probably saved her life only a few minutes before.
"Fine. Stay there. See if I care."
She cut O'Neill's clothes off him, checking for wounds as she went. She found plenty, but the most serious were a stab wound in his upper right thigh, the gash along his ribs that was still bleeding badly, and a vicious gash on his left forearm that Jack had wrapped with a white cloth.
Fraiser applied bandages and pressure to the injury in Jack's side first, as she looked at the gash on his forearm. It didn't look like a knife wound; the damage was nasty and deep, and the edges of the wound were far more ragged than the usual clean cut of a knife.
"It's from Jack," Daniel explained, noticing her looking at it. Daniel had been pressed into service as a nurse, since Fraiser didn't have any medical personnel in the infirmary, and he was applying pressure to the stab wound that was still leaking blood but had luckily missed any major veins or arteries.
"Jack?"
"Teal'c's dog. They were scuffling with one of the Ashrak and Jack got bit."
"It's quite a bite."
Daniel nodded. And she wondered why he wasn't going to move Jaffer?
"Is he going to be all right?"
Fraiser nodded. "He's been hurt worse."
Shawn walked over, his shirt off and blood smearing his chest from the knife wound he'd taken. He was holding a bandage against the wound to stop the bleeding, and didn't seem to be hurt to badly. The young man looked down at Jack, who was covered in blood – but not all of it his – and then over at the doctor, his brown eyes worried.
"He's going to be fine. It looks a lot worse than it is."
"It looks pretty bad." Sam said, coming over and standing at the foot of the bed. She looked down at Jaffer, who thumped his tail against the bed in welcome. The big dog was leaving a bloody mess of his own, and Sam's eyes widened at the severity of the bleeding.
"He's really hurt, Janet," Carter said, reaching out and pushing Jaffer over onto his side so she could get a better look at the slashes in his side. "Shouldn't you do something?"
"I'm not a vet, Sam," Fraiser said. "All I could do is clean them out and bandage them, and with him growling every time I look at him, I'm not going to be able to even do that."
"That's because you're trying to move him and he wants to be with Jack," Carter said, shaking her head. "I'll do the cleaning, if you tell me what to use."
With Shawn playing one-handed nurse and Roberts helping wherever he could, Sam managed to clean the gashes on Jaffer and bandage him while Fraiser and Daniel stabilized O'Neill and started an IV to begin replacing fluids. The doctor began stitching Jack up – starting with the deep tissue injury to his thigh – but when she looked over at Jaffer to see how Sam was doing, she couldn't help but smile. The dog was literally swathed with bandages, and looked like he'd been mummified. Fraiser had a feeling that if dogs could scowl, Jaffer would be doing just that.
"Um... Sam?"
"I know." She hadn't been able to get the tape to stick to the black fur, so she'd been forced to wrap more bandages around Jaffer to hold the original ones in place. "At least he isn't bleeding."
Fraiser didn't say anything; she just went back to her stitching. She'd been warned by Teal'c that there would be more casualties as soon as the base was secured and the lock down was lifted, although the sweep teams hadn't seen any more assassins and they were all the way up to level 20. Apparently some of the Marines had been knocked out and had been left in secured rooms to keep them safe.
Of course, once the lockdown was lifted, Fraiser would have more medical personnel to help her, since they were already assembled at the top of the stairs and waiting for word. Sam had also had Roberts call and ask for a vet, since she knew that Jaffer wasn't the only injured dog on the base – even though he was in the worst condition. Carter knew what they owed the dogs, and she knew that the others who had been on the base that night would all agree. Especially the sweep teams that had relied so heavily on them.
"General Hammond," Teal'c's voice came over the radio that was attached to Jack's belt.
"Go ahead."
"The infirmary has been cleared and we are proceeding to sweep the rest of level 27. Colonel O'Neill has been wounded and is out of action, so I will be taking command of the sweep teams."
"Roger that, Teal'c. Keep me informed."
"We need to get him up on a bed so I can get a better look at what I'm dealing with," Fraiser said, gesturing to Daniel and Roberts. The Marine stepped forward to help, and he and Daniel picked Jack up and laid him on the bed that Sam had been in. Jaffer jumped up as well, settling himself at Jack's feet before Fraiser could stop him.
"Oh, no, you don't," Janet said, gesturing for Daniel to get Jaffer down for her. The archeologist reached for the lab's collar, and Jaffer growled. It was a low, deep noise that rumbled through his chest and warned Daniel that the big dog had had a very rough day, wasn't feeling all that good at the moment, and didn't want to move. Daniel jerked his hand back immediately.
"Uh-uh. He's in a bad mood, Janet, and I'm not going to touch him." Daniel had seen those teeth in action, and wanted nothing to do with them.
"Sam?"
If there was anyone on the base that could control the dog without Jack being awake to do it, it was Sam. Unfortunately, she was busy helping Shawn take off his shirt so she could check out the knife wound in his shoulder. Her hands full, all she could do was shake her head. Besides, there was no guarantee that she could make Jaffer obey her, and there was no way she was going to risk those teeth any more than Daniel was.
Fraiser scowled, but decided that she really didn't have time to argue with the stupid dog. The stupid dog that had, she knew, probably saved her life only a few minutes before.
"Fine. Stay there. See if I care."
She cut O'Neill's clothes off him, checking for wounds as she went. She found plenty, but the most serious were a stab wound in his upper right thigh, the gash along his ribs that was still bleeding badly, and a vicious gash on his left forearm that Jack had wrapped with a white cloth.
Fraiser applied bandages and pressure to the injury in Jack's side first, as she looked at the gash on his forearm. It didn't look like a knife wound; the damage was nasty and deep, and the edges of the wound were far more ragged than the usual clean cut of a knife.
"It's from Jack," Daniel explained, noticing her looking at it. Daniel had been pressed into service as a nurse, since Fraiser didn't have any medical personnel in the infirmary, and he was applying pressure to the stab wound that was still leaking blood but had luckily missed any major veins or arteries.
"Jack?"
"Teal'c's dog. They were scuffling with one of the Ashrak and Jack got bit."
"It's quite a bite."
Daniel nodded. And she wondered why he wasn't going to move Jaffer?
"Is he going to be all right?"
Fraiser nodded. "He's been hurt worse."
Shawn walked over, his shirt off and blood smearing his chest from the knife wound he'd taken. He was holding a bandage against the wound to stop the bleeding, and didn't seem to be hurt to badly. The young man looked down at Jack, who was covered in blood – but not all of it his – and then over at the doctor, his brown eyes worried.
"He's going to be fine. It looks a lot worse than it is."
"It looks pretty bad." Sam said, coming over and standing at the foot of the bed. She looked down at Jaffer, who thumped his tail against the bed in welcome. The big dog was leaving a bloody mess of his own, and Sam's eyes widened at the severity of the bleeding.
"He's really hurt, Janet," Carter said, reaching out and pushing Jaffer over onto his side so she could get a better look at the slashes in his side. "Shouldn't you do something?"
"I'm not a vet, Sam," Fraiser said. "All I could do is clean them out and bandage them, and with him growling every time I look at him, I'm not going to be able to even do that."
"That's because you're trying to move him and he wants to be with Jack," Carter said, shaking her head. "I'll do the cleaning, if you tell me what to use."
With Shawn playing one-handed nurse and Roberts helping wherever he could, Sam managed to clean the gashes on Jaffer and bandage him while Fraiser and Daniel stabilized O'Neill and started an IV to begin replacing fluids. The doctor began stitching Jack up – starting with the deep tissue injury to his thigh – but when she looked over at Jaffer to see how Sam was doing, she couldn't help but smile. The dog was literally swathed with bandages, and looked like he'd been mummified. Fraiser had a feeling that if dogs could scowl, Jaffer would be doing just that.
"Um... Sam?"
"I know." She hadn't been able to get the tape to stick to the black fur, so she'd been forced to wrap more bandages around Jaffer to hold the original ones in place. "At least he isn't bleeding."
Fraiser didn't say anything; she just went back to her stitching. She'd been warned by Teal'c that there would be more casualties as soon as the base was secured and the lock down was lifted, although the sweep teams hadn't seen any more assassins and they were all the way up to level 20. Apparently some of the Marines had been knocked out and had been left in secured rooms to keep them safe.
Of course, once the lockdown was lifted, Fraiser would have more medical personnel to help her, since they were already assembled at the top of the stairs and waiting for word. Sam had also had Roberts call and ask for a vet, since she knew that Jaffer wasn't the only injured dog on the base – even though he was in the worst condition. Carter knew what they owed the dogs, and she knew that the others who had been on the base that night would all agree. Especially the sweep teams that had relied so heavily on them.