17.Needs
I leave Daniel there, grabbing a cloak from my bed to wrap him in.
The door is hidden behind tapestries the Goa'uld had woven years before, their tale of victory and conquest bright still.
With inhuman strength I carry him, his grunts of pain scalding me.
For the plan to succeed I must hold my captor back, keep him under control.
I take the flask from my belt and drink deeply.
The price will be high for what I do, but it must be paid. Later. When we are free.
Now is not the time.
I sip the drug again.