"Sir?"
Jack knew immediately what Anderson was asking, and as the younger man came over to kneel by his Commanding Officer, O'Neill shook his head.
"I don't know, Anderson. She's not doing very well. Did you get an antidote?"
"No, Sir," Jack could hear the fear and frustration in the Major's voice, and he felt his heart sink. For a moment, when he'd seen that help had arrived, he'd allowed himself a moment of hope. But without an antidote, he wasn't sure they were going to get Mitchell back to the gate alive, even with so many hands helping.
He watched as Anderson ran his hand along her cheek, frowning at the fevered heat he felt there, and Jack looked up when the doctor Fraiser had sent with the rescue group came over and knelt down as well, pulling out all sorts of instruments that Jack was vaguely familiar with.
"What have her symptoms been?" The doctor asked Jack.
"She's been retching, fevered, and she's been delirious for the last day." He pointed at the arm that had been hit with the dart. "It's swollen and she's been lethargic, and I think she's been having muscle spasms."
Immediately the doctor put an IV line into Mitchell's left hand, and bandaged it to keep it from getting dirty. The rest of the rescue team came over, looking down at O'Neill, waiting for instructions. It was obvious to them that they weren't going to stay put for the night, and O'Neill had no intention of waiting any longer than necessary once her saw that they had fast transportation.
"As soon as the doc gets her stabilized, we're out of here." Jack said.
"She's not going to stabilize," the doctor told him. "I can re-hydrate her, and I'm going to give her a muscle relaxant to keep the muscle spasms from occurring, but we can't do much more than that until we get her back to the SGC."
"Let's get going, then," Jack said, standing up.
~*~
They carefully loaded Mitchell into the cart behind the 4-wheeler, and then there was an argument. The doctor wouldn't let O'Neill or Anderson either one ride with Melony, and remained adamant about it, even when Anderson and Jack both tried to bully him into allowing at least one of them to ride with her.
"We'll move faster with less people in the cart, Sir," Carter said, trying to diffuse the situation, which was starting to look downright explosive. Jack's temper was short at the moment anyways, due to lack of sleep and worry, and Anderson wasn't in much better shape, and both men looked like they were ready to tackle the doctor.
Jack grumbled, and Anderson complained bitterly, but in the end, they capitulated, and the group remounted their 4-wheelers and headed back to the SGC. Jack drove the 4-wheeler that was pulling Melony's cart, and Anderson and Carter were still on the one he'd driven out. This time, though, Anderson's responsibility was to get them back quickly and over the gentlest ground they could find, in order to not bump Mitchell any more than necessary. Sam held up a spotlight to help him see which route to take, and Jack followed closely behind, going much slower than he wanted to, but far more swiftly than they would be going if they were still walking.
~*~
When the gate engaged and SG-1's code came through, a crowd of people were called to the embarkation room. Fraiser had a team on standby with a gurney and all the medical equipment they'd need to stabilize Mitchell, and she had Jacob Carter with her, who'd only arrived through the Stargate an hour before in response to Hammond's call for help. They watched from the side of the room, since they knew the 4-wheelers were going to need more room than just people on foot would, and Hammond didn't want anyone run over.
The gate flared, and the first vehicle came through. It was driven by Anderson, and the Major saw the crowd and aimed for a space where he could park and still leave plenty of room for the others.
"Did you find-?"
Hammond was interrupted when he saw the cart being driven by Jack come through the gate, and couldn't help but think that O'Neill looked like shit as the Colonel drove past. He was dirty, and rumpled, and his face was set in about the most serious expression Hammond had seen from Jack in a long time. The medical team swarmed over the cart as soon as O'Neill pulled to a stop, and Anderson and Jack were just as quick to join them, barking at the medics who seemed to be too rough when they pulled her out of the cart and onto the gurney.
Fraiser put a stop to that immediately, and she ordered both the Major and the Colonel to step back. An order that Hammond had to repeat before either of them obeyed it. Mitchell was put on the gurney and rushed off to the infirmary, and Hammond refused to allow O'Neill and Anderson to follow. They'd only be in the way, and Hammond knew it. The two stood fidgeting as they watched the group of medics take off out the door, followed by Jacob Carter, who Jack was glad to see. Maybe he'd know something about the poison that Fraiser didn't.
Jack knew immediately what Anderson was asking, and as the younger man came over to kneel by his Commanding Officer, O'Neill shook his head.
"I don't know, Anderson. She's not doing very well. Did you get an antidote?"
"No, Sir," Jack could hear the fear and frustration in the Major's voice, and he felt his heart sink. For a moment, when he'd seen that help had arrived, he'd allowed himself a moment of hope. But without an antidote, he wasn't sure they were going to get Mitchell back to the gate alive, even with so many hands helping.
He watched as Anderson ran his hand along her cheek, frowning at the fevered heat he felt there, and Jack looked up when the doctor Fraiser had sent with the rescue group came over and knelt down as well, pulling out all sorts of instruments that Jack was vaguely familiar with.
"What have her symptoms been?" The doctor asked Jack.
"She's been retching, fevered, and she's been delirious for the last day." He pointed at the arm that had been hit with the dart. "It's swollen and she's been lethargic, and I think she's been having muscle spasms."
Immediately the doctor put an IV line into Mitchell's left hand, and bandaged it to keep it from getting dirty. The rest of the rescue team came over, looking down at O'Neill, waiting for instructions. It was obvious to them that they weren't going to stay put for the night, and O'Neill had no intention of waiting any longer than necessary once her saw that they had fast transportation.
"As soon as the doc gets her stabilized, we're out of here." Jack said.
"She's not going to stabilize," the doctor told him. "I can re-hydrate her, and I'm going to give her a muscle relaxant to keep the muscle spasms from occurring, but we can't do much more than that until we get her back to the SGC."
"Let's get going, then," Jack said, standing up.
~*~
They carefully loaded Mitchell into the cart behind the 4-wheeler, and then there was an argument. The doctor wouldn't let O'Neill or Anderson either one ride with Melony, and remained adamant about it, even when Anderson and Jack both tried to bully him into allowing at least one of them to ride with her.
"We'll move faster with less people in the cart, Sir," Carter said, trying to diffuse the situation, which was starting to look downright explosive. Jack's temper was short at the moment anyways, due to lack of sleep and worry, and Anderson wasn't in much better shape, and both men looked like they were ready to tackle the doctor.
Jack grumbled, and Anderson complained bitterly, but in the end, they capitulated, and the group remounted their 4-wheelers and headed back to the SGC. Jack drove the 4-wheeler that was pulling Melony's cart, and Anderson and Carter were still on the one he'd driven out. This time, though, Anderson's responsibility was to get them back quickly and over the gentlest ground they could find, in order to not bump Mitchell any more than necessary. Sam held up a spotlight to help him see which route to take, and Jack followed closely behind, going much slower than he wanted to, but far more swiftly than they would be going if they were still walking.
~*~
When the gate engaged and SG-1's code came through, a crowd of people were called to the embarkation room. Fraiser had a team on standby with a gurney and all the medical equipment they'd need to stabilize Mitchell, and she had Jacob Carter with her, who'd only arrived through the Stargate an hour before in response to Hammond's call for help. They watched from the side of the room, since they knew the 4-wheelers were going to need more room than just people on foot would, and Hammond didn't want anyone run over.
The gate flared, and the first vehicle came through. It was driven by Anderson, and the Major saw the crowd and aimed for a space where he could park and still leave plenty of room for the others.
"Did you find-?"
Hammond was interrupted when he saw the cart being driven by Jack come through the gate, and couldn't help but think that O'Neill looked like shit as the Colonel drove past. He was dirty, and rumpled, and his face was set in about the most serious expression Hammond had seen from Jack in a long time. The medical team swarmed over the cart as soon as O'Neill pulled to a stop, and Anderson and Jack were just as quick to join them, barking at the medics who seemed to be too rough when they pulled her out of the cart and onto the gurney.
Fraiser put a stop to that immediately, and she ordered both the Major and the Colonel to step back. An order that Hammond had to repeat before either of them obeyed it. Mitchell was put on the gurney and rushed off to the infirmary, and Hammond refused to allow O'Neill and Anderson to follow. They'd only be in the way, and Hammond knew it. The two stood fidgeting as they watched the group of medics take off out the door, followed by Jacob Carter, who Jack was glad to see. Maybe he'd know something about the poison that Fraiser didn't.