They'd brought in the Jaws of Life machine. It was a hydraulic machine that
was used to cut through any metal and move it away from the delicate flesh
that was pinned by it, and so precise that it could do it without causing
more injury than was already present. Fraiser watched from the side of the
truck as the firemen placed the machine where it was going to do the most
good – hopefully – and then heard a yelp right before they'd turned it on.
A very familiar yelp. Then a curse, and then another yelp.
Jack was conscious. More or less.
"Sam!"
The firefighters suddenly found themselves battling a very out of it Colonel who wasn't sure what was going on around him, couldn't figure out why all these people were gathered around him, and who hurt pretty much everywhere, which only added to his confusion.
"Mr. O'Neill!" One of the firemen grabbed his arm to keep him still, but in his confused, pain-shocked state, it seemed like an attack to jack, and he jerked his arm away, which put pressure on his injured and pinned legs, and he cried out in pain and anger.
"Sam!"
"Colonel!" Fraiser lunged forward, knowing Jack was only going to hurt himself worse if he continued struggling, and knowing that he'd struggle until he knew where he was or at least knew that he was with friends. She was immediately grabbed by one of the firemen, and she struggled against him, fighting to get free.
"Let me go! I know him, and can calm him down!"
Someone had to. The firemen weren't having any luck controlling him, and they were actually taking injuries of their own as Jack managed to land a couple blows. This wasn't going well.
"Someone sedate him!"
"We can't sedate him until we stabilize him enough to know where he hurts," someone else called. They needed the input from Jack to tell them what was wrong, since he was awake.
"Let me go!" Fraiser heard O'Neill swear once more, and then heard another yelp of pain as the Colonel's movements once more made the hurts he was already feeling even worse. Which only added more fuel to the proverbial fire.
The fireman released her, and Janet jumped into the fray, landing on top of the struggling mass of men – firemen, paramedics, and one lone Air Force Colonel.
"Jack! Stop!"
O'Neill stopped immediately, hearing finally a voice he knew, and one who didn't call him Mr. O'Neill, which was a sure sign they didn't know him.
"Doc?" he slumped back to the seat, groaning as pain overcame adrenaline, and his aching head threatened to overwhelm his lack of good sense.
"Colonel, you need to hold still so we can get you loose. Do you understand?"
"Where's Sam?"
"She's with Daniel." Jack didn't hear that, though. He'd brought his head up again, whacking it on the helmet of one of the firefighters, which caused the bleeding gash to spurt blood once more.
"Jaffer!" He looked around, pain making his vision dim, but he didn't care, and he started struggling, trying to get himself free so he could find his puppy. Jaffer was with him, and if he was hurt, then Jaffer had to be hurt as well. "Let me go, God damn it!"
Of course, they couldn't let him go. Not only was he hurting himself by struggling, but the truck itself was wrapped around most of his lower half, and that had a much firmer grip on him than any of the firemen.
"Colonel!" Fraiser reached over and grabbed Jack's ear, which was the only part of his head that wasn't bleeding, and the only part she could grab to get his attention. Jack stopped struggling and looked at her, and Fraiser could see he wasn't completely lucid. His eyes weren't focusing properly, and all she could see was pain and fear. "He's hurt, but he's alive! You need to hold still, God damn it, and I mean it!" Two could play the swearing game, and Fraiser was as good as any soldier when it came to it.
Jack tried to focus on her, which only hurt more, but the tenseness in his body was slightly lessened, and Janet could feel it.
"He's okay?"
"Sam's with him. They're on the way to the vet."
"I have to see him..." He tensed again, and Fraiser shook her head, keeping her tight hold on his ear before he could start struggling.
"You need to stay still. We're trying to get you out of here, and you're not helping. Now do what I tell you."
He nodded, slightly, and she let go of his ear, and he let his head drop back to the seat, all struggle gone out of him and the pain definitely gaining the upper ground, now.
"Colonel, we're going to try and cut the metal that's holding you pinned," one of the firemen told him, relieved that the man was finally still. They did NOT want to use the Jaws of Life until their injured man was holding still.
"What?" Jack turned his head, and winced. "Don't ruin my truck..."
His truck was already ruined.
"Hold still, Sir."
Fraiser stayed right beside Jack, practically sprawled on the firemen who were helping to hold O'Neill's legs still. They didn't mind. He was a lot more under control with the woman near at hand, and they'd already discovered that Jack O'Neill wasn't fun to brawl with.
Jack closed his eyes, feeling a release of pressure on one of his legs. Suddenly, though, he felt a searing pain running along his thigh, and his opened snapped open and he tried to sit up – the motion stopped by the sudden weight of a lot of people scrambling frantically around on him.
"Shit! He's bleeding like a-"
"Grab that!"
"Get me something to-"
Jack felt the energy drain out of him, and he closed his eyes as his head went back to rest on the bloody leather seat once more. He didn't hear anything else, not even when Fraiser tried to bully him into opening his eyes once more and told him he had to stay with her. He didn't want to stay with her. He couldn't have even if he did. The pain faded as everything went black.
Jack was conscious. More or less.
"Sam!"
The firefighters suddenly found themselves battling a very out of it Colonel who wasn't sure what was going on around him, couldn't figure out why all these people were gathered around him, and who hurt pretty much everywhere, which only added to his confusion.
"Mr. O'Neill!" One of the firemen grabbed his arm to keep him still, but in his confused, pain-shocked state, it seemed like an attack to jack, and he jerked his arm away, which put pressure on his injured and pinned legs, and he cried out in pain and anger.
"Sam!"
"Colonel!" Fraiser lunged forward, knowing Jack was only going to hurt himself worse if he continued struggling, and knowing that he'd struggle until he knew where he was or at least knew that he was with friends. She was immediately grabbed by one of the firemen, and she struggled against him, fighting to get free.
"Let me go! I know him, and can calm him down!"
Someone had to. The firemen weren't having any luck controlling him, and they were actually taking injuries of their own as Jack managed to land a couple blows. This wasn't going well.
"Someone sedate him!"
"We can't sedate him until we stabilize him enough to know where he hurts," someone else called. They needed the input from Jack to tell them what was wrong, since he was awake.
"Let me go!" Fraiser heard O'Neill swear once more, and then heard another yelp of pain as the Colonel's movements once more made the hurts he was already feeling even worse. Which only added more fuel to the proverbial fire.
The fireman released her, and Janet jumped into the fray, landing on top of the struggling mass of men – firemen, paramedics, and one lone Air Force Colonel.
"Jack! Stop!"
O'Neill stopped immediately, hearing finally a voice he knew, and one who didn't call him Mr. O'Neill, which was a sure sign they didn't know him.
"Doc?" he slumped back to the seat, groaning as pain overcame adrenaline, and his aching head threatened to overwhelm his lack of good sense.
"Colonel, you need to hold still so we can get you loose. Do you understand?"
"Where's Sam?"
"She's with Daniel." Jack didn't hear that, though. He'd brought his head up again, whacking it on the helmet of one of the firefighters, which caused the bleeding gash to spurt blood once more.
"Jaffer!" He looked around, pain making his vision dim, but he didn't care, and he started struggling, trying to get himself free so he could find his puppy. Jaffer was with him, and if he was hurt, then Jaffer had to be hurt as well. "Let me go, God damn it!"
Of course, they couldn't let him go. Not only was he hurting himself by struggling, but the truck itself was wrapped around most of his lower half, and that had a much firmer grip on him than any of the firemen.
"Colonel!" Fraiser reached over and grabbed Jack's ear, which was the only part of his head that wasn't bleeding, and the only part she could grab to get his attention. Jack stopped struggling and looked at her, and Fraiser could see he wasn't completely lucid. His eyes weren't focusing properly, and all she could see was pain and fear. "He's hurt, but he's alive! You need to hold still, God damn it, and I mean it!" Two could play the swearing game, and Fraiser was as good as any soldier when it came to it.
Jack tried to focus on her, which only hurt more, but the tenseness in his body was slightly lessened, and Janet could feel it.
"He's okay?"
"Sam's with him. They're on the way to the vet."
"I have to see him..." He tensed again, and Fraiser shook her head, keeping her tight hold on his ear before he could start struggling.
"You need to stay still. We're trying to get you out of here, and you're not helping. Now do what I tell you."
He nodded, slightly, and she let go of his ear, and he let his head drop back to the seat, all struggle gone out of him and the pain definitely gaining the upper ground, now.
"Colonel, we're going to try and cut the metal that's holding you pinned," one of the firemen told him, relieved that the man was finally still. They did NOT want to use the Jaws of Life until their injured man was holding still.
"What?" Jack turned his head, and winced. "Don't ruin my truck..."
His truck was already ruined.
"Hold still, Sir."
Fraiser stayed right beside Jack, practically sprawled on the firemen who were helping to hold O'Neill's legs still. They didn't mind. He was a lot more under control with the woman near at hand, and they'd already discovered that Jack O'Neill wasn't fun to brawl with.
Jack closed his eyes, feeling a release of pressure on one of his legs. Suddenly, though, he felt a searing pain running along his thigh, and his opened snapped open and he tried to sit up – the motion stopped by the sudden weight of a lot of people scrambling frantically around on him.
"Shit! He's bleeding like a-"
"Grab that!"
"Get me something to-"
Jack felt the energy drain out of him, and he closed his eyes as his head went back to rest on the bloody leather seat once more. He didn't hear anything else, not even when Fraiser tried to bully him into opening his eyes once more and told him he had to stay with her. He didn't want to stay with her. He couldn't have even if he did. The pain faded as everything went black.