Jack left the clean up to SG-6. He didn't even bother to justify it – although the mere fact that they didn't have any wounded would have been reason enough to leave them to mop up any gear SG-5 had lost in the ambush. With backup, of course. Lots of backup. Jack and the others went through the gate back to the SGC.
The other side was chaos. Medical teams had come for the wounded and taken them to the infirmary, but there were bloody bandages on the floor, and SG- 5 was trying to give Hammond a preliminary report while at the same time the COs of SG-8, 9, 13, and 14 were all adding in what little they knew. Hammond waved Jack and Teal'c over the moment they reemerged, and Jack was more than willing to go.
"Carter? Daniel?"
"Doctor Fraiser's teams just took them to the infirmary. Major Carter was conscious, and Doctor Fraiser said she didn't look all that serious."
"Daniel?"
"I'm not sure, Colonel."
He nodded, and headed for the door, with Teal'c right behind him. Hammond didn't even bother to tell him to stay. He wouldn't have listened anyways.
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The infirmary was bustling. Three separate tables had doctors and nurses gathered around them, all working as smoothly together as any of the SGC teams did. All of them knew their jobs, and they did them with practiced ease. But to Jack, it looked like chaos. The only good thing was that Sam was sitting up on the table they'd put her on. Which meant that like Hammond had said, she couldn't have been hurt all that badly. Jack and Teal'c went over to her, picking their way carefully through the medical personnel and trying hard not to get in the way.
"Sam?"
She hadn't seen him coming. She'd been watching a corpsman apply an antiseptic cream to a nasty burn on her upper thigh. She looked up, as did the doctor who was checking her blood pressure and other stats.
"I'm fine. Just got hit with a ricochet." She looked over at the table Fraiser was working at. That was the one that had Daniel on it, and he wasn't sitting up. And Fraiser's face was serious and grim, which was enough to worry everyone looking. "How's Daniel?"
"He got hit in the side," Jack said. "I'm not sure how bad it was..." He wanted to ask Fraiser, but he didn't want to interrupt her. "How is she doing, Doc?" Jack asked the doctor working on Carter.
"She has a burn on her leg, and a few abrasions. Aside from that, everything looks good. She probably won't need much time in the infirmary, but that'll be Doctor Fraiser's decision."
"What of Daniel Jackson?" Teal'c asked the doctor.
"I'm not sure." He looked at Fraiser's table, but shook his head. "You'll need to wait outside, Sir. We need the room."
Jack scowled. The last thing he wanted to do was wait outside. Obviously from the look on Teal'c's face, he didn't want to wait outside, either.
"You'd better do it, Sir," Sam said, wishing she could reach out and take that worried look off Jack's face with a touch. "I'll be fine, and Daniel will, too. General Hammond's probably waiting for a report."
"I don't want to-"
"Colonel, get out of my infirmary."
Jack frowned, looking over at Fraiser, who was walking over to the table Sam was on.
"How's Daniel?"
"He'll be fine. Go find something else to do while I finish patching him up, and leave Major Harris alone so he can clean up Sam's injuries."
"I wasn't bothering-"
"Colonel. Go." She turned and went back to Daniel's table. She'd only left his side to take a look at Daniel's x-rays.
O'Neill scowled, but he and Teal'c both turned and left the room, stopping at the doorway and waiting there for word on Daniel, and for Fraiser to release Sam.
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Janet didn't release Carter. She had her put to bed in the infirmary, knowing that she'd get more rest that way than if she'd been released to go home. Daniel was put to bed as well, but he hadn't regained consciousness, yet, so there wasn't really any other option, anyways. He was stable, though, and Janet told his very worried Commanding Officer that he'd be fine. He just needed rest.
"When's he going to wake up?"
"When he's ready."
"You're sure he's going to be okay?"
"Yes. I've seen worse injuries." She'd seen worse injuries on all of them. But it didn't mean it wasn't serious.
"Why can't I take Sam home?"
"She needs her rest."
"She could rest-"
"Colonel. No."
Damn.
"You need to let Sally know..." Sam said from her bed.
"What?"
"She needs to know." Sam sighed, knowing full well that Sally was probably pretty pissed off at Daniel – and the others, too, maybe – for running out like that, and she needed to know why Daniel wasn't going to call her to apologize that evening.
"I can't tell her-"
"You can tell her he's been hurt. She needs to know. I'd want to know, if it were me."
"What am I supposed to say?"
"Think of something, Jack. You're better at that kind of thing than I am."
O'Neill looked at Carter, then over at Teal'c, helplessly. Why did he have to tell her?
"Maybe we can just have Daniel call when he wakes up..."
"That's not going to do it, Jack. She needs to know he's been hurt. Maybe she can even visit..."
"Here?"
Sam shrugged. "The infirmary isn't classified."
Jack thought that over for a moment, then shrugged as well. "I'll see what Hammond says." Chances were she wasn't going to want to see Daniel anyway. He'd be surprised if she even wanted to talk to Jack, and he'd only pissed her off once. Daniel had a bad string of luck going.
The other side was chaos. Medical teams had come for the wounded and taken them to the infirmary, but there were bloody bandages on the floor, and SG- 5 was trying to give Hammond a preliminary report while at the same time the COs of SG-8, 9, 13, and 14 were all adding in what little they knew. Hammond waved Jack and Teal'c over the moment they reemerged, and Jack was more than willing to go.
"Carter? Daniel?"
"Doctor Fraiser's teams just took them to the infirmary. Major Carter was conscious, and Doctor Fraiser said she didn't look all that serious."
"Daniel?"
"I'm not sure, Colonel."
He nodded, and headed for the door, with Teal'c right behind him. Hammond didn't even bother to tell him to stay. He wouldn't have listened anyways.
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The infirmary was bustling. Three separate tables had doctors and nurses gathered around them, all working as smoothly together as any of the SGC teams did. All of them knew their jobs, and they did them with practiced ease. But to Jack, it looked like chaos. The only good thing was that Sam was sitting up on the table they'd put her on. Which meant that like Hammond had said, she couldn't have been hurt all that badly. Jack and Teal'c went over to her, picking their way carefully through the medical personnel and trying hard not to get in the way.
"Sam?"
She hadn't seen him coming. She'd been watching a corpsman apply an antiseptic cream to a nasty burn on her upper thigh. She looked up, as did the doctor who was checking her blood pressure and other stats.
"I'm fine. Just got hit with a ricochet." She looked over at the table Fraiser was working at. That was the one that had Daniel on it, and he wasn't sitting up. And Fraiser's face was serious and grim, which was enough to worry everyone looking. "How's Daniel?"
"He got hit in the side," Jack said. "I'm not sure how bad it was..." He wanted to ask Fraiser, but he didn't want to interrupt her. "How is she doing, Doc?" Jack asked the doctor working on Carter.
"She has a burn on her leg, and a few abrasions. Aside from that, everything looks good. She probably won't need much time in the infirmary, but that'll be Doctor Fraiser's decision."
"What of Daniel Jackson?" Teal'c asked the doctor.
"I'm not sure." He looked at Fraiser's table, but shook his head. "You'll need to wait outside, Sir. We need the room."
Jack scowled. The last thing he wanted to do was wait outside. Obviously from the look on Teal'c's face, he didn't want to wait outside, either.
"You'd better do it, Sir," Sam said, wishing she could reach out and take that worried look off Jack's face with a touch. "I'll be fine, and Daniel will, too. General Hammond's probably waiting for a report."
"I don't want to-"
"Colonel, get out of my infirmary."
Jack frowned, looking over at Fraiser, who was walking over to the table Sam was on.
"How's Daniel?"
"He'll be fine. Go find something else to do while I finish patching him up, and leave Major Harris alone so he can clean up Sam's injuries."
"I wasn't bothering-"
"Colonel. Go." She turned and went back to Daniel's table. She'd only left his side to take a look at Daniel's x-rays.
O'Neill scowled, but he and Teal'c both turned and left the room, stopping at the doorway and waiting there for word on Daniel, and for Fraiser to release Sam.
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Janet didn't release Carter. She had her put to bed in the infirmary, knowing that she'd get more rest that way than if she'd been released to go home. Daniel was put to bed as well, but he hadn't regained consciousness, yet, so there wasn't really any other option, anyways. He was stable, though, and Janet told his very worried Commanding Officer that he'd be fine. He just needed rest.
"When's he going to wake up?"
"When he's ready."
"You're sure he's going to be okay?"
"Yes. I've seen worse injuries." She'd seen worse injuries on all of them. But it didn't mean it wasn't serious.
"Why can't I take Sam home?"
"She needs her rest."
"She could rest-"
"Colonel. No."
Damn.
"You need to let Sally know..." Sam said from her bed.
"What?"
"She needs to know." Sam sighed, knowing full well that Sally was probably pretty pissed off at Daniel – and the others, too, maybe – for running out like that, and she needed to know why Daniel wasn't going to call her to apologize that evening.
"I can't tell her-"
"You can tell her he's been hurt. She needs to know. I'd want to know, if it were me."
"What am I supposed to say?"
"Think of something, Jack. You're better at that kind of thing than I am."
O'Neill looked at Carter, then over at Teal'c, helplessly. Why did he have to tell her?
"Maybe we can just have Daniel call when he wakes up..."
"That's not going to do it, Jack. She needs to know he's been hurt. Maybe she can even visit..."
"Here?"
Sam shrugged. "The infirmary isn't classified."
Jack thought that over for a moment, then shrugged as well. "I'll see what Hammond says." Chances were she wasn't going to want to see Daniel anyway. He'd be surprised if she even wanted to talk to Jack, and he'd only pissed her off once. Daniel had a bad string of luck going.