Fraiser sped outrageously, and they reached the accident scene only about
fifteen minutes after Sam's frantic call. There was no doubt as to the
seriousness of the situation; Daniel saw the moment they pulled up. Jack's
mangled truck was the center of attention, with firemen and paramedics and
police officers all over it like a swarm of angry bees. There was a large
sedan covered in some kind of sheets, and a huge crowd of people watching
on as the firemen brought in some kind of device Daniel had never seen
before. The scene was so unreal that Daniel couldn't help but just stare as
well.
"There she is," Fraiser said, pointing. Fraiser was a bit less awed by the scene. She was more used to this kind of violence than Daniel was – and probably more so than Sam and Jack, as well. It was part of being a doctor, after all, to be able to keep a cool head when the others around you were bleeding and battered. In this, she was just as experienced as Jack O'Neill was when it came to people shooting at him.
Daniel followed her gaze to a police cruiser that was parked fairly close by, but which was surrounded by the police officers and firemen and paramedics that weren't able to fit onto Jack's truck. They hurried over, and Daniel groaned in dismay when he saw Jaffer lying on the hood of the vehicle, with Sam leaning over it, her cheek pressed against the black lab's muzzle, although he wasn't certain if she was comforting him, or using him to comfort herself.
"Sam!"
Carter's head came up, and Fraiser and Daniel both came through the crowd to stand next to her. Janet took hold of Sam's chin and forced her to look into her eyes. Carter's face was an unhealthy pale color, streaked with tears, and she looked close to going into shock, even though she, herself, hadn't been injured. Obviously some fireman had noticed this, because she had one of the heavy firefighting jackets draped over her shoulders in an effort to keep her warm, and there were several people who must have felt protective of her, since they stepped forward at Fraiser and Daniel's approach.
"Sam?"
"He's pinned in the truck," Carter said, wiping her eyes and pulling away from Janet's touch. "I don't know what to do, Janet! He's stuck, and Jaffer's hurt... and..." She trailed off, bawling like a child, and Daniel took her in his arms while Fraiser leaned over the hood and took a look at Jaffer with a doctor's eye. She wasn't a vet, of course, but she knew shock when she saw it, even in a dog, and Sam was definitely right. Jaffer was awake, but his brown eyes – usually so lively and alert – were glazed over and unfocused. The bleeding was obviously part of the reason for this, although the paramedics had done what they could to put bandages on him and stop it. She could tell the front leg was broken by the odd way it stood out, and she had no idea what was going on internally, but she knew Jaffer needed to get to a vet, and now.
"Daniel! Take Sam and Jaffer and get him to the vet, now."
Sam pulled her face from where it was buried against Daniel's shirt and shook her head.
"I can't leave, Janet. I have to stay-"
"Jaffer needs you, Sam. You know that he won't obey anyone but Colonel O'Neill most of the time, and the only exception to that is that he'll obey you." Sometimes. "He needs to get to help, and I can't help him." Besides, Sam needed to be somewhere else when they managed to pull Jack out of his truck, Fraiser knew from experience as a trauma doctor.
"You're a doctor."
"And dogs are different than people."
Fraiser handed Daniel her keys, and snapped orders to the paramedics and firemen around her like someone who was used to giving orders in the midst of chaos. So naturally, in fact, that the people rushed to obey them, even though they didn't have a clue who she was.
A short backboard was produced from one of the ambulances, and two of the firemen carefully put Jaffer on it and loaded the unresisting lab into the back of Janet's station wagon, while she watched to make sure they didn't jar him. Obviously someone had given him a painkiller – which was a kindness as far as Fraiser was concerned – but just because it didn't hurt him just then, it didn't mean that jostling the injured dog wouldn't damage him further. And he couldn't afford more injuries.
"Come on, Sam," Daniel said, encouragingly, as he led her to the passenger seat of the wagon. He handed a fireman the jacket she'd been covered with, and saw her uniform was partially smeared with blood. Most likely Jaffer's, Daniel decided. "We'll take him to his vet, and Janet can stay and make sure that they take good care of Jack. You know she will."
Yes, Sam did know. And she couldn't say no, anyways. She was so numb that she couldn't have argued with anyone just then.
"You'll call?" She asked, looking at Janet through the passenger window.
"Yes, the moment they get him out, and then I'll make sure you know where to find us."
There was a whimper from the rear of the wagon. Jaffer didn't hurt – probably – but he didn't like where he was, either.
Sam nodded, and Daniel reached over and buckled her seatbelt for her, then started the car and pulled away from the curb, carefully making his way through the crowds of people and vehicles. Janet watched them go until they were out of sight, then turned and went towards Jack's truck to see what she could do to help, or at least find out the severity of his injuries.
~*~
The receptionist heard the commotion outside before she actually saw it. Loud cries of some poor injured animal were coming through the open door before a man' back came through it. A man wearing a military uniform who was holding a paramedic's backboard that contained a very familiar black lab. The other end of the board came in sight, and it wasn't Colonel O'Neill holding it. It was a young blonde woman the receptionist hadn't seen before. She knew Daniel Jackson – he'd been in a couple times with Jaffer and Colonel O'Neill for various injuries attained by the awkward little lab, but the woman wasn't familiar.
Jaffer was a mangled. Bleeding mess, though, and that was all that mattered to the receptionist. She called for the doctor, and came around, to take immediate control of the situation, and assess the dog's injuries.
"Oh, God, what happened to him?" She asked. She'd seen Jaffer a number of times, for all sorts of injuries and accidents, but this was by far the most serious. The lab was really hurt, and it showed.
"Car accident." Daniel said as Monica Ray came around the counter just then, as well.
"Jaffer?" She knew that big black head anywhere. Hadn't he been her most frequent patient for the last 3 months of his life? The black tail thumped feebly when the dog saw his vet, and he whined, softly. "Bring him in the back," She ordered. She didn't need to know what happened. She had a job to do, then she cold find out.
"There she is," Fraiser said, pointing. Fraiser was a bit less awed by the scene. She was more used to this kind of violence than Daniel was – and probably more so than Sam and Jack, as well. It was part of being a doctor, after all, to be able to keep a cool head when the others around you were bleeding and battered. In this, she was just as experienced as Jack O'Neill was when it came to people shooting at him.
Daniel followed her gaze to a police cruiser that was parked fairly close by, but which was surrounded by the police officers and firemen and paramedics that weren't able to fit onto Jack's truck. They hurried over, and Daniel groaned in dismay when he saw Jaffer lying on the hood of the vehicle, with Sam leaning over it, her cheek pressed against the black lab's muzzle, although he wasn't certain if she was comforting him, or using him to comfort herself.
"Sam!"
Carter's head came up, and Fraiser and Daniel both came through the crowd to stand next to her. Janet took hold of Sam's chin and forced her to look into her eyes. Carter's face was an unhealthy pale color, streaked with tears, and she looked close to going into shock, even though she, herself, hadn't been injured. Obviously some fireman had noticed this, because she had one of the heavy firefighting jackets draped over her shoulders in an effort to keep her warm, and there were several people who must have felt protective of her, since they stepped forward at Fraiser and Daniel's approach.
"Sam?"
"He's pinned in the truck," Carter said, wiping her eyes and pulling away from Janet's touch. "I don't know what to do, Janet! He's stuck, and Jaffer's hurt... and..." She trailed off, bawling like a child, and Daniel took her in his arms while Fraiser leaned over the hood and took a look at Jaffer with a doctor's eye. She wasn't a vet, of course, but she knew shock when she saw it, even in a dog, and Sam was definitely right. Jaffer was awake, but his brown eyes – usually so lively and alert – were glazed over and unfocused. The bleeding was obviously part of the reason for this, although the paramedics had done what they could to put bandages on him and stop it. She could tell the front leg was broken by the odd way it stood out, and she had no idea what was going on internally, but she knew Jaffer needed to get to a vet, and now.
"Daniel! Take Sam and Jaffer and get him to the vet, now."
Sam pulled her face from where it was buried against Daniel's shirt and shook her head.
"I can't leave, Janet. I have to stay-"
"Jaffer needs you, Sam. You know that he won't obey anyone but Colonel O'Neill most of the time, and the only exception to that is that he'll obey you." Sometimes. "He needs to get to help, and I can't help him." Besides, Sam needed to be somewhere else when they managed to pull Jack out of his truck, Fraiser knew from experience as a trauma doctor.
"You're a doctor."
"And dogs are different than people."
Fraiser handed Daniel her keys, and snapped orders to the paramedics and firemen around her like someone who was used to giving orders in the midst of chaos. So naturally, in fact, that the people rushed to obey them, even though they didn't have a clue who she was.
A short backboard was produced from one of the ambulances, and two of the firemen carefully put Jaffer on it and loaded the unresisting lab into the back of Janet's station wagon, while she watched to make sure they didn't jar him. Obviously someone had given him a painkiller – which was a kindness as far as Fraiser was concerned – but just because it didn't hurt him just then, it didn't mean that jostling the injured dog wouldn't damage him further. And he couldn't afford more injuries.
"Come on, Sam," Daniel said, encouragingly, as he led her to the passenger seat of the wagon. He handed a fireman the jacket she'd been covered with, and saw her uniform was partially smeared with blood. Most likely Jaffer's, Daniel decided. "We'll take him to his vet, and Janet can stay and make sure that they take good care of Jack. You know she will."
Yes, Sam did know. And she couldn't say no, anyways. She was so numb that she couldn't have argued with anyone just then.
"You'll call?" She asked, looking at Janet through the passenger window.
"Yes, the moment they get him out, and then I'll make sure you know where to find us."
There was a whimper from the rear of the wagon. Jaffer didn't hurt – probably – but he didn't like where he was, either.
Sam nodded, and Daniel reached over and buckled her seatbelt for her, then started the car and pulled away from the curb, carefully making his way through the crowds of people and vehicles. Janet watched them go until they were out of sight, then turned and went towards Jack's truck to see what she could do to help, or at least find out the severity of his injuries.
~*~
The receptionist heard the commotion outside before she actually saw it. Loud cries of some poor injured animal were coming through the open door before a man' back came through it. A man wearing a military uniform who was holding a paramedic's backboard that contained a very familiar black lab. The other end of the board came in sight, and it wasn't Colonel O'Neill holding it. It was a young blonde woman the receptionist hadn't seen before. She knew Daniel Jackson – he'd been in a couple times with Jaffer and Colonel O'Neill for various injuries attained by the awkward little lab, but the woman wasn't familiar.
Jaffer was a mangled. Bleeding mess, though, and that was all that mattered to the receptionist. She called for the doctor, and came around, to take immediate control of the situation, and assess the dog's injuries.
"Oh, God, what happened to him?" She asked. She'd seen Jaffer a number of times, for all sorts of injuries and accidents, but this was by far the most serious. The lab was really hurt, and it showed.
"Car accident." Daniel said as Monica Ray came around the counter just then, as well.
"Jaffer?" She knew that big black head anywhere. Hadn't he been her most frequent patient for the last 3 months of his life? The black tail thumped feebly when the dog saw his vet, and he whined, softly. "Bring him in the back," She ordered. She didn't need to know what happened. She had a job to do, then she cold find out.