En route to the Air Force Academy Hospital...
Jonas sat by Jenna's side as she lay on a stretcher in the medivac. He felt his heart pounding in his chest, he clasped his hands tightly in an effort to keep them from shaking and felt completely helpless. Dr. Fraiser sat across from him on the other side of Jenna monitoring her vitals. She'd done what she could at the base in order to stabilize Jenna for transport to the hospital where surgeons were getting prepared to operate on her.
Jonas thought back on their life the past few months and tried to pinpoint the moment when he'd fallen for Jenna. For he'd realized that's what had happened. Was it that first time he had sat by her side in the infirmary. Or was it at one of the many dinners that they had shared or during one of the games of chest that they had played. Then he knew, it was when she had told him that she was finally going to become a member of SG-8. He hadn't really recognized it then and thought it only the apprehension one felt for a friend but looking back he knew that was the moment.
Now, seeing her so close to death, Jonas wished he hadn't been such a fool. A fool to have possibly lost any opportunity to tell Jenna how much he cared about her. If she didn't make it through this... He didn't even want to contemplate the thought. He just hoped that they reached the hospital soon before it was too late.
Jonas felt his anxiety increase as the flight wore on. It felt like it had lasted hours but it had only been thirty minutes when they finally landed on the helipad in front of the hospital. There, medical personnel were waiting to take Jenna into surgery. They pulled out her stretcher the moment the helicopter's doors were slid open and Jonas hopped out after followed by Dr. Fraiser. The wind from the blades tore at the sheet covering Jenna and Jonas kneeled down and tucked one corner back in. Two airmen grabbed a lever on each side of the stretcher and raised it up so that they could quickly wheel Jenna into the hospital.
"You can't go any further, Jonas," Janet said touching Jonas arm as they neared the doors leading to surgery.
"Can I have a moment?"' he asked. He took a hold of Jenna's hand and gave it a squeeze, feeling a slight tingle as he did so. He leaned down close to her ear and spoke, "Fight, Jenna"
Jonas let go, still feeling the tingle in his hand, and watched as they wheeled Jenna into surgery with the doors slowly closing behind them. Jonas tried to not let his fear get to him and rubbed his hands across his face and through his hair as if he could physically push it away. He started pacing in front of the doors and subconsciously started shaking his hand when the tingling suddenly became stronger and started spreading up his arm. Looking down he saw a white light emanating from his arm and grow stronger as it followed the tingling sensation up his arm and spread through his body. Jonas was about to call for help when suddenly the light flashed bright, blinding him.
Jonas fell to the ground and a nurse, who had witnessed his collapse, rushed to his side. "Get Dr. Evans," she called to one of the airmen stationed behind the front desk. She reached for his pulse and suddenly yanked her arm back in surprise when a spark shocked her upon contact. Shaking her hand, Lt. Young tried again and was relieved when nothing happened. She found his pulse was steady and his breathing was even.
Maj. Evans soon arrived with a couple of airmen rolling a stretcher and joined the Lieutenant. "What happened?" he asked her.
"He just collapsed, sir."
Evans checked Jonas's vitals and noted that although his heart beat and respiration were even, there was absolutely no pupil dilation. When he was done, Jonas was lifted onto a stretcher, and Evans gave Lt. Young orders to take him to get an MRI and prepare samples for a full blood work up. Just as Jonas was being wheeled away the rest of SG-1 walked through the door followed by Wilcox.
"What happened?" O'Neill asked, reaching for Maj. Evans as he had turned to oversee the tests.
"He just collapsed, sir. We'll know more after some test have been done. I'll keep you informed," with that Evans walked away and stepped into the elevator that Jonas had been loaded into.
"What the hell's going on?" O'Neill said frustrated. No one answered and he hadn't expected them to. He just stared at the elevator display and watched as the numbers counted up and stopped on five.
Jonas sat by Jenna's side as she lay on a stretcher in the medivac. He felt his heart pounding in his chest, he clasped his hands tightly in an effort to keep them from shaking and felt completely helpless. Dr. Fraiser sat across from him on the other side of Jenna monitoring her vitals. She'd done what she could at the base in order to stabilize Jenna for transport to the hospital where surgeons were getting prepared to operate on her.
Jonas thought back on their life the past few months and tried to pinpoint the moment when he'd fallen for Jenna. For he'd realized that's what had happened. Was it that first time he had sat by her side in the infirmary. Or was it at one of the many dinners that they had shared or during one of the games of chest that they had played. Then he knew, it was when she had told him that she was finally going to become a member of SG-8. He hadn't really recognized it then and thought it only the apprehension one felt for a friend but looking back he knew that was the moment.
Now, seeing her so close to death, Jonas wished he hadn't been such a fool. A fool to have possibly lost any opportunity to tell Jenna how much he cared about her. If she didn't make it through this... He didn't even want to contemplate the thought. He just hoped that they reached the hospital soon before it was too late.
Jonas felt his anxiety increase as the flight wore on. It felt like it had lasted hours but it had only been thirty minutes when they finally landed on the helipad in front of the hospital. There, medical personnel were waiting to take Jenna into surgery. They pulled out her stretcher the moment the helicopter's doors were slid open and Jonas hopped out after followed by Dr. Fraiser. The wind from the blades tore at the sheet covering Jenna and Jonas kneeled down and tucked one corner back in. Two airmen grabbed a lever on each side of the stretcher and raised it up so that they could quickly wheel Jenna into the hospital.
"You can't go any further, Jonas," Janet said touching Jonas arm as they neared the doors leading to surgery.
"Can I have a moment?"' he asked. He took a hold of Jenna's hand and gave it a squeeze, feeling a slight tingle as he did so. He leaned down close to her ear and spoke, "Fight, Jenna"
Jonas let go, still feeling the tingle in his hand, and watched as they wheeled Jenna into surgery with the doors slowly closing behind them. Jonas tried to not let his fear get to him and rubbed his hands across his face and through his hair as if he could physically push it away. He started pacing in front of the doors and subconsciously started shaking his hand when the tingling suddenly became stronger and started spreading up his arm. Looking down he saw a white light emanating from his arm and grow stronger as it followed the tingling sensation up his arm and spread through his body. Jonas was about to call for help when suddenly the light flashed bright, blinding him.
Jonas fell to the ground and a nurse, who had witnessed his collapse, rushed to his side. "Get Dr. Evans," she called to one of the airmen stationed behind the front desk. She reached for his pulse and suddenly yanked her arm back in surprise when a spark shocked her upon contact. Shaking her hand, Lt. Young tried again and was relieved when nothing happened. She found his pulse was steady and his breathing was even.
Maj. Evans soon arrived with a couple of airmen rolling a stretcher and joined the Lieutenant. "What happened?" he asked her.
"He just collapsed, sir."
Evans checked Jonas's vitals and noted that although his heart beat and respiration were even, there was absolutely no pupil dilation. When he was done, Jonas was lifted onto a stretcher, and Evans gave Lt. Young orders to take him to get an MRI and prepare samples for a full blood work up. Just as Jonas was being wheeled away the rest of SG-1 walked through the door followed by Wilcox.
"What happened?" O'Neill asked, reaching for Maj. Evans as he had turned to oversee the tests.
"He just collapsed, sir. We'll know more after some test have been done. I'll keep you informed," with that Evans walked away and stepped into the elevator that Jonas had been loaded into.
"What the hell's going on?" O'Neill said frustrated. No one answered and he hadn't expected them to. He just stared at the elevator display and watched as the numbers counted up and stopped on five.