Jonas sat across the table with Sam discussing the translations she had originally come to see him about. He was explaining the potential meanings of some of the more technical terms that were used when he felt her. Jenna was barely on the periphery of his awareness, but the shock and trepidation he sensed came through strong before he suddenly couldn't sense her anymore.
"So what is the most approximate translation of the use of the devise?" Sam looked up from her plate to hear Jonas' reply only to find that he wasn't listening. He had a look of consternation upon his face that she'd never seen him with before. "Jonas?"
"It's Jenna," he paused trying to get a sense of her again. Jonas closed his eyes and concentrated. He focused on her, blocking everything else out as he did. He suddenly jerked and found himself lying unceremoniously on the floor.
"Jonas! Are you alright?" Dropping her fork, Sam rushed around the table to his side. "What happened?"
"Jenna…she's in trouble." Jonas got up off the floor and made a mad dash for the mess hall exit with Sam hot on his heels.
"Where is she?" Sam asked as she ran beside him.
"She's in her quarters," Jonas replied, dodging a couple of airmen.
Sam came to a halt at one of the phones in the hallway and notified security to meet them. By the time she got off the phone Jonas was already out of sight. She caught up with him just in time to see him stubble forward in mid-stride and grab his head.
"Jonas!"
"He's killing her, Sam!" he cried. He then took off faster than before. He only got a brief look at what Jenna was seeing and was dismayed to see the attacker had his face and furious over what he was doing to her.
They were just coming around the corner when they saw a woman leave Jenna's quarters. They only caught the back of her as she closed the door but both swore it had to be Jenna. "Jenna?" Jonas called.
When she turned, she smiled at Jonas and it struck him as odd. It was a different smile than he was used to and, considering he had a glimpse of himself bludgeoning the love of his life, there wasn't a doubt in his mind that it wasn't her.
"Sam, that's not her." The woman took off down the hall upon hearing his words just as the SPs were arriving.
"Detain her!" Sam ordered, pointing at the fleeing figure, and the SPs begun their pursuit.
Jonas headed for Jenna's door and, using his security card, quickly unlocked it and entered. What he saw nearly brought him to his knees. Lying on her side on what remained of her bunk was Jenna. Blood soaked the mattress she was on and had begun to pool onto the floor. Jonas rushed to her side and knelt. He was afraid to touch her; afraid that to do so would only injure her further.
Once Sam saw the condition of her friend, she went into full military mode. She knew that if she lost it she wouldn't be any good to either Jenna or Jonas. Going back into the hall she quickly found what she was looking for and pressed the large red button putting the SGC on full alert. She quickly picked up the phone and pushed the button for the infirmary.
"Woman down! We need medics in Jenna Reeyu's quarters NOW!" Sam hung up the phone once she was certain the medics knew time might be short. She knew they had an excellent response time and would be there in a matter of moments, but Jenna was a friend and she didn't want to take any chances. Back in the room she found Jonas had moved closer to Jenna and was holding his hands tightly around her upper arm. He had one hand pressed against the inner side and the other keeping her arm in place.
"Her arm's gushing blood. I think an artery is open," he said shakily, his eyes never leaving her still form. "I can't seem to stop the bleeding."
Sam went to the wall locker by the door and grabbed a towel. She didn't like what she heard. There's only so much blood a person could lose without suffering permanent brain damage and Jenna had lost a lot already. She knelt down beside him and placed the towel over the hand he was using to try and staunch the flow of blood.
"I need you to move your hand now, Jonas," she said. Jonas didn't seem to hear her. "Jonas! You did good, but right now I need to wrap her arm in the towel to try and help stop the bleeding."
Jonas nodded his head and withdrew his hands allowing Sam to wrap the towel tightly in a crude tourniquet around Jenna's wound. She looked down at her and was stunned at how broken Jenna looked. Some of her hair had come loose and was covering her face, but what Sam could see through the black mass was not good.
"She'll be okay, Jonas," she said as the medics came into the room on the heels of Dr. Frasier. She prayed to God that she was right.
Janet came down next to Jenna and quickly assessed what she could see of her injuries. She was horrified at what she saw. She could see slight, unnatural bulges coming up under her t-shirt and knew she had two broken ribs. Her arms were covered with gashes and angry red welts and left arm looked like it was broken right below the elbow. The right arm really concerned her just by the amount of blood already soaking through the towel.
"We don't have much time," she said to the two medics that had followed her in with the gurney. "Get her on the gurney and take her straight to the O.R."
The two medics did as they were told. The first carefully placed a neck brace on her and then they both took additional care to roll her onto a stabilizing board before transferring her to the gurney and then quickly out the door behind Janet to the operating room.
"Sam, I don't know what I'll do if…"
"It's out of our hands, Jonas. If anyone can help her, it's Janet."
Jonas prayed Sam was right. He began to walk towards the door when he felt the wet stickiness of his pants. They were soaked in blood. Jenna's blood. He hadn't realized that he'd knelt in the pool when he'd come to her. And his hands, they were covered in it.
He felt the horror of it sweep through him and turn into a rage he'd never felt before. He looked up at Sam and she nearly stepped back when she saw the coldness in his eyes. There was no doubt in her mind that whoever, or whatever, had done this to Jenna was about to wish it had never been born.