Meanwhile, General Hammond was feeling very antsy. He'd read the same
paragraph in one of SG-9's mission reports six times now and he still
wasn't sure what it said. He stretched his arms and then looked back at the
report, hoping the seventh time would be the charm. He was halfway through
it when he realized he'd only gotten the first sentence. Just to make sure
he went back and read the first sentence again. Yeah, he'd gotten that much
of it. So know he'd try the next sentence, perhaps if he took it in smaller
chunks. But before he knew it he'd read the whole page, only understanding
a fourth of it.
Maybe he should try a different report.
Before he could start the next one though there was a knock on his door.
"Come in," General Hammond sighed.
Dr. Frasier opened the door slowly and stuck her head in, "I'm afraid I have some bad news, sir."
"Well spit it out doctor."
"Major Carter was infected, it just took longer for the signs to register." (Oops, author changed her mind. She's allowed to do that right?)
"So put her in quarantine."
"I already have, but . . ."
"Yes doctor?"
"We caught the signs to late, most of the base is infected and the rest of it will be soon. I believe we should quarantine the whole base for at least a week to let the virus take its course."
Hammond sighed, "Alright, I'll inform everyone. You see if you can't find a cure."
"Yes sir." Doctor Frasier turned on her heel and headed off down the hallway. Didn't he realize there was no cure for this thing, it ran amuck in one's brain for awhile and then seemed to disappear, at least that's what all the tests had shown would be the outcome. Trying to find a cure was like looking for a needle in a haystack. And if she even found one it would most definitely be after the virus had run it's course among all of the SGC's members so there wouldn't even be a point to finding one anymore. She stopped her interior rant abruptly and realized it was already beginning to affect her. Which just caused her to become even more irate.
Maybe he should try a different report.
Before he could start the next one though there was a knock on his door.
"Come in," General Hammond sighed.
Dr. Frasier opened the door slowly and stuck her head in, "I'm afraid I have some bad news, sir."
"Well spit it out doctor."
"Major Carter was infected, it just took longer for the signs to register." (Oops, author changed her mind. She's allowed to do that right?)
"So put her in quarantine."
"I already have, but . . ."
"Yes doctor?"
"We caught the signs to late, most of the base is infected and the rest of it will be soon. I believe we should quarantine the whole base for at least a week to let the virus take its course."
Hammond sighed, "Alright, I'll inform everyone. You see if you can't find a cure."
"Yes sir." Doctor Frasier turned on her heel and headed off down the hallway. Didn't he realize there was no cure for this thing, it ran amuck in one's brain for awhile and then seemed to disappear, at least that's what all the tests had shown would be the outcome. Trying to find a cure was like looking for a needle in a haystack. And if she even found one it would most definitely be after the virus had run it's course among all of the SGC's members so there wouldn't even be a point to finding one anymore. She stopped her interior rant abruptly and realized it was already beginning to affect her. Which just caused her to become even more irate.