She knew her call to Janet didn't make sense, but Fraiser was the first
person that Sam called. She was a doctor. More importantly, she was THEIR
doctor. When they were hurt, it was always Janet who could – and had – made
things better, and that was what Sam automatically was seeking just then.
She was so wracked with fear – for Jack, and for Jaffer – that she couldn't
really think straight, and when she was confused, Janet was the one who
could usually straighten her out.
Fraiser had answered her cell phone expecting the call to be from Cassie, who usually called her about this time of the morning to let her know that she had managed to drag herself out of bed and yes, she was getting ready to start her day and yes, she'd eaten breakfast, and no, she wasn't going to miss the school bus. When she heard Sam's frantic voice on the line, she'd actually had to ask Sam to hand the phone over to someone else, because she couldn't understand anything more than that there'd been an accident, and she could hear anything over the painful cries of what had to be Jaffer, since they didn't sound quite human.
Sam had given the phone to the firefighter, and had leaned against the hood of the police car while the man talked to Fraiser, telling her where they were, and giving her what little information he could. Carter reached out with careful fingers and caressed Jaffer's head, tenderly, trying to soothe the black lab, who was obviously in agony.
"Isn't there anything we can give him?" She asked, as Jaffer's cries of pain turned to whines for a moment when she touched him. The black lab moved his head and tried to lick her fingers, but he couldn't be distracted from his pain for too long, and the whines began to increase once more into higher volumes.
A paramedic who had come from the driver's side of the Buick heard her, and took pity on the dog. The woman wasn't a veterinarian – no more than the fireman was – but she knew morphine and she had a supply of it. There was always a chance she'd kill the dog if she accidentally gave him too much, but she didn't think he looked like he was going to live, anyways, and it would be more humane if he didn't hurt.
She put her medical case on the hood of the car close to Jaffer's beautiful black head, and Sam watched as she opened it up again and pulled out a syringe that she filled with a little vial.
"Don't let him bite me," She said as she reached for Jaffer.
"He won't bite," Sam said. She would have touched Jaffer to keep him from moving, but she thought that would only hurt him more, so she didn't. The paramedic nodded, and gave the dog the shot, which took affect almost immediately. Jaffer's cries of pain turned into soft whimpers, and then faded even more. Now Sam could hear the fireman telling Fraiser where they were, and she knew the doctor was coming to them.
"I'm sorry I can't do more." The paramedic said, as the fireman handed her back her cell phone.
"Your friend is coming down."
Sam nodded, and closed it up and put it in her pocket, knowing that Janet would make all the other calls Sam should be making. Then she addressed the paramedic, who was stroking Jaffer's glossy neck, trying to calm the dog further, now that being touched wasn't so painful.
"You've done more than I could have. Thank you."
"More than we could do for the driver of the car." She said, looking over where the Buick was being covered in a couple of large sheets to keep the gawkers that were standing around from seeing the driver. There was only one paramedic there, compared to the half-dozen that were working on Jack's truck, which was a sure sign that the man was dead.
"He came out of nowhere." Sam said, softly, feeling a sudden chill, even though the day was looking to be a bright and sunny one, and it was hardly cold.
"He reeks of alcohol." As if that explained everything. And really, it did. Sam lowered her face to Jaffer, pressing her cheek against his muzzle, and looking over to Jack's truck once more, wishing she knew what was happening with him, but knowing she wasn't going to get to find out until the firemen and paramedics knew more themselves.
~*~
"Daniel! Come with me!" Fraiser was running out of her infirmary as if she'd been shot out of a cannon, and she'd almost run over Jackson, who was looking for Sam.
"What? Why?" He was following her without understanding why, reacting to the urgency in her voice, and to the fact that she very rarely looked so flustered. She was looking very concerned just then, and was obviously in a hurry.
"There's been an accident. Jack's hurt."
The two of them were drawing a lot of attention as they ran towards the elevator, but neither noticed.
"How do you know?" Daniel asked, as they waited for the elevator to come down for them.
"Sam just called me. Someone just T-boned Colonel O'Neill's truck."
"Is he okay?"
"I don't know." The elevator door opened, and Fraiser and Daniel both got on and Fraiser hit the right floor number. "Sam was so upset I ended up talking to a fireman."
"Is she hurt?"
"She wasn't in the truck with him, she was following him."
"Where are we going?"
"To the accident scene. Sam's panicked, and Jaffer's hurt, and Colonel O'Neill is out. We can't leave her alone to deal with that."
"No, of course not."
Fraiser had answered her cell phone expecting the call to be from Cassie, who usually called her about this time of the morning to let her know that she had managed to drag herself out of bed and yes, she was getting ready to start her day and yes, she'd eaten breakfast, and no, she wasn't going to miss the school bus. When she heard Sam's frantic voice on the line, she'd actually had to ask Sam to hand the phone over to someone else, because she couldn't understand anything more than that there'd been an accident, and she could hear anything over the painful cries of what had to be Jaffer, since they didn't sound quite human.
Sam had given the phone to the firefighter, and had leaned against the hood of the police car while the man talked to Fraiser, telling her where they were, and giving her what little information he could. Carter reached out with careful fingers and caressed Jaffer's head, tenderly, trying to soothe the black lab, who was obviously in agony.
"Isn't there anything we can give him?" She asked, as Jaffer's cries of pain turned to whines for a moment when she touched him. The black lab moved his head and tried to lick her fingers, but he couldn't be distracted from his pain for too long, and the whines began to increase once more into higher volumes.
A paramedic who had come from the driver's side of the Buick heard her, and took pity on the dog. The woman wasn't a veterinarian – no more than the fireman was – but she knew morphine and she had a supply of it. There was always a chance she'd kill the dog if she accidentally gave him too much, but she didn't think he looked like he was going to live, anyways, and it would be more humane if he didn't hurt.
She put her medical case on the hood of the car close to Jaffer's beautiful black head, and Sam watched as she opened it up again and pulled out a syringe that she filled with a little vial.
"Don't let him bite me," She said as she reached for Jaffer.
"He won't bite," Sam said. She would have touched Jaffer to keep him from moving, but she thought that would only hurt him more, so she didn't. The paramedic nodded, and gave the dog the shot, which took affect almost immediately. Jaffer's cries of pain turned into soft whimpers, and then faded even more. Now Sam could hear the fireman telling Fraiser where they were, and she knew the doctor was coming to them.
"I'm sorry I can't do more." The paramedic said, as the fireman handed her back her cell phone.
"Your friend is coming down."
Sam nodded, and closed it up and put it in her pocket, knowing that Janet would make all the other calls Sam should be making. Then she addressed the paramedic, who was stroking Jaffer's glossy neck, trying to calm the dog further, now that being touched wasn't so painful.
"You've done more than I could have. Thank you."
"More than we could do for the driver of the car." She said, looking over where the Buick was being covered in a couple of large sheets to keep the gawkers that were standing around from seeing the driver. There was only one paramedic there, compared to the half-dozen that were working on Jack's truck, which was a sure sign that the man was dead.
"He came out of nowhere." Sam said, softly, feeling a sudden chill, even though the day was looking to be a bright and sunny one, and it was hardly cold.
"He reeks of alcohol." As if that explained everything. And really, it did. Sam lowered her face to Jaffer, pressing her cheek against his muzzle, and looking over to Jack's truck once more, wishing she knew what was happening with him, but knowing she wasn't going to get to find out until the firemen and paramedics knew more themselves.
~*~
"Daniel! Come with me!" Fraiser was running out of her infirmary as if she'd been shot out of a cannon, and she'd almost run over Jackson, who was looking for Sam.
"What? Why?" He was following her without understanding why, reacting to the urgency in her voice, and to the fact that she very rarely looked so flustered. She was looking very concerned just then, and was obviously in a hurry.
"There's been an accident. Jack's hurt."
The two of them were drawing a lot of attention as they ran towards the elevator, but neither noticed.
"How do you know?" Daniel asked, as they waited for the elevator to come down for them.
"Sam just called me. Someone just T-boned Colonel O'Neill's truck."
"Is he okay?"
"I don't know." The elevator door opened, and Fraiser and Daniel both got on and Fraiser hit the right floor number. "Sam was so upset I ended up talking to a fireman."
"Is she hurt?"
"She wasn't in the truck with him, she was following him."
"Where are we going?"
"To the accident scene. Sam's panicked, and Jaffer's hurt, and Colonel O'Neill is out. We can't leave her alone to deal with that."
"No, of course not."