Ch. 3
They both stared at Dr. Fraiser as if her eyes had suddenly glowed.
"I'm sorry, Sam, I know it's your downtime, but there's not another choice. I can't have him in here for two weeks, my entire staff would quit, or kill him in his sleep."
"I can manage just fine on my own, doc, thank you," the Colonel insisted.
"I say otherwise. I'll go to General Hammond if I have to, Colonel. Now, if you don't want Sam I can get Carmichael..."
"Who?" Jack barked.
"The male nurse, sir," Sam prompted.
"Over my dead body!" Jack said grumpily, looking back and forth between the two women in defeat.
"Janet," Sam whined.
Not only was it completely obvious he didn't want her around, the whole scenario she had imagined earlier about going with him to the cabin was seeping back into her thoughts. The one with only two possible outcomes.
"Sam, you were looking for a project for your vacation..." Janet was quickly losing interest in the conversation, busy finishing filling out the Colonel's chart.
"So I'm a project now, ladies?" Jack asked defensively.
"A neverending one, sir," Sam said with a sigh as Janet took another tongue-depresser from him. "Come on."
"Fine," he grumbled, taking extra-large steps on his crutches just to irritate Janet.
As they headed out the door, she called, "I'll check in on you both routinely to make sure you haven't killed each other!"