A/N- Well this is so stunning...thank you for your kind words and encouragement. I am going to give you a good chapter now....potential spoiler warning for some about Affinity and maybe some more season 8 but should not be too bad.
I am trying my best with that because I don't want to alienate any readers.
Please enjoy and review... I love them all...oh and thanks to those who have reviewed a few times!
Shanks-Away!
CaptainDoctor
Tuesday 7:30am
"Jack, Jack, wake up." Daniel said as he shook Jack's shoulder. Daniel had found Jack in the same position that morning he had left him in earlier, asleep in the bed next to Sam, his body tuned towards her. "Jack, come on wake up." Daniel said shaking his friend harder.
"Whoa...oh...hey." Jack said sleepily.
"Morning. I brought you a coffee." Daniel said handing him the coffee as Jack sat up.
"Thanks Daniel." Jack said taking the cup form him. "How's she doing?" Jack asked.
"Oh, about the same as far as I can find out. Dr Brightman wants to talk to you about some things, and I think I should call Pete." Daniel said cautiously.
"Yeah, probably. His number is in her office." Jack told him, trying to keep the resentment out of his voice.
"I'll give it a few more minutes then try. It's still pretty early. How are you feeling?" Daniel asked.
"Like I hate infirmary beds." Jack said stretching his back.
"Jack..." Daniel tried again.
"Daniel, don't." Jack answered in a tone that left no room for interpretation.
"You know you don't have to be a stone, it is ok to show you are concerned, we are all worried about her." Daniel said moving over to Sam's side.
"Right." Jack said looking towards Sam face.
"I'm going to go call Pete." Daniel said. He looked at Jack in one more vain attempt to get him to open up but soon realised it was not use. Daniel said a quick hello to Dr Brightman as she walked in and went to find Pete's number.
"Good morning Sir." Brightman said to Jack.
"Morning."
"How's our patient doing then huh?" Birthman asked herself as she looked over Sam's chart and vital signs.
"Any news?" Jack asked.
"Well her fever has levelled off. It's not great but at least it is not rising any more. That could be a sign that her body has finally been able to start fighting the infection." Brightman said.
"Daniel said you wanted to speak to me about some things." Jack said.
"Yes, if you like to come into my office." Brightman said leading the way.
Jack sat across the desk from the doctor unsure what to say, assuming he was having the same reaction to the news Daniel had. His mind was racing, unable to focus on one single thought, instead an array of outcomes were playing themselves out in his head. Sam waking up and giving the consent herself, him giving the go ahead for the surgery and Sam not making it, Sam losing her ability to have children and resenting Jack, Sam coming through the surgery fine. He was hoping the last one was most likely.
"I understand this is a hard decision." Brightman said.
"That's one way to describe it." Jack said rubbing his hands over his face.
"Sir, I understand you need time, but from a medical point of view, it is time Colonel Carter does not have. If there is any bacteria that was able to infect more tissue after we had finished the first surgery, it is killing her as we sit here, and the chances of needing to perform the hysterectomy are becoming higher."
"So you would advise me that the surgery is in Carter's best interest." Jack asked.
"I would. If her fever had gone down I would have been willing to wait another twelve hours but I can't suggest that with the current state she is. I could order another round of blood tests to see if I can determine the level of toxins in her blood. That might show something that will help you with the decision."
"How long will that take?" Jack asked.
"Basic form with a rush, and hour or two." Brightman answered.
"Do it." Jack said.
"Sir?"
"It'll give her fiancé time to get here." Jack replied.
"If your sure." Brightman said standing up.
"Yes doc, I'm sure. Now if you'll excuse me I have some things to take care of."
"I'll call you as soon as we have the results Sir." Brightman said.
"Thank you."
After a shower and shave Jack had worked some of the kinks out of his back. As he sat at his desk, trying to get some of the pile of paperwork that had accumulated since the night before taken care of, his mind kept wandering back to her. He could not imagine the ear that he had felt when she collapsed. To be injured or compromised in battle was one thing, you went in expecting the worse, these were the kind if things that shook you to the core.
As he signed his name for what felt like the 1000th time that morning, his concentration was broken by a soft knock on his door.
"Come in." He said. The sight of Daniel greeted him as he looked up.
"Hi Jack, security just called, Pete is here." Daniel said.
"Have an airman escort him to the conference room on level 8. We can go to the infirmary after that."
"Sure." Daniel said turning to leave.
A few minutes later Jack and Daniel waited for Pete in the room. A knock on the door soon ended the wait. Jack moved and opened the door to find a very frustrated looking Pete, who looked ready to lay into the airman that was escorting him.
"General O'Neill." Pete said extending his hand. "Dr Jackson." The three shook hands and Jack motioned for Pete to sit.
"So what's going on, Dr Jackson said Sam was hurt, can I see her, or is this to let me know that I should water the plants because she is going to be in here for a while?" Pete said lightly.
"She's unconscious." Jack said.
"WHAT?" Pete screamed as he jumped up.
"Detective Shannahan, please sit." Jack said, trying to use some authority to calm the man. No such luck.
"Excuse me! Daniel you told me to just come in this morning and that everything was fine! You told me everything was fine!" Pete said slamming his fist on the table.
"HEY!" Jack said standing up. "You are lucky we even called you at all. I was well within my rights to leave you sitting at home wondering where she was without a single word. You count yourself lucky your little surveillance stunt got you clearance. Most family members just get to worry themselves sick." Jack said. By the end of the rant he was breathing hard. "Now either you conduct yourself in a manner that is acceptable of I will have you removed form my base, is that understood?" Jack said, daring Pete to question. Knowing Jack was not bluffing, Pete sat down and took a deep breath.
"I'm sorry General. But you can understand where I'm coming from. I thought she might have taken a bump to the head and need a ride, or she had been stuck off world and had sent a message or instructions for paying her gas bill or something. I did not think she was in a coma." Pete said.
"I guess I should apologise for that. I didn't want you to get in an accident speeding down here and hurt yourself or someone else." Daniel said. Pete offered him a small smile.
"So what is wrong with my Sam?" Pete asked. Jack had to stop himself from retching at the sound of him saying 'my Sam'.
Jack and Daniel explained the situation to Pete and when they had finished it was obvious Pete was trying not to cry.
"So she could die?" He asked.
"Well we are trying not to think like that. As we said her fever has not risen in six hours, and she is not showing signs of organ failure, another major concern." Daniel said trying to inspire some hope in the man.
"So we have to wait?" Pete asked.
"Well there is one more thing." Jack said.
A/N..hehehehehehe Me so mean!
I am trying my best with that because I don't want to alienate any readers.
Please enjoy and review... I love them all...oh and thanks to those who have reviewed a few times!
Shanks-Away!
CaptainDoctor
Tuesday 7:30am
"Jack, Jack, wake up." Daniel said as he shook Jack's shoulder. Daniel had found Jack in the same position that morning he had left him in earlier, asleep in the bed next to Sam, his body tuned towards her. "Jack, come on wake up." Daniel said shaking his friend harder.
"Whoa...oh...hey." Jack said sleepily.
"Morning. I brought you a coffee." Daniel said handing him the coffee as Jack sat up.
"Thanks Daniel." Jack said taking the cup form him. "How's she doing?" Jack asked.
"Oh, about the same as far as I can find out. Dr Brightman wants to talk to you about some things, and I think I should call Pete." Daniel said cautiously.
"Yeah, probably. His number is in her office." Jack told him, trying to keep the resentment out of his voice.
"I'll give it a few more minutes then try. It's still pretty early. How are you feeling?" Daniel asked.
"Like I hate infirmary beds." Jack said stretching his back.
"Jack..." Daniel tried again.
"Daniel, don't." Jack answered in a tone that left no room for interpretation.
"You know you don't have to be a stone, it is ok to show you are concerned, we are all worried about her." Daniel said moving over to Sam's side.
"Right." Jack said looking towards Sam face.
"I'm going to go call Pete." Daniel said. He looked at Jack in one more vain attempt to get him to open up but soon realised it was not use. Daniel said a quick hello to Dr Brightman as she walked in and went to find Pete's number.
"Good morning Sir." Brightman said to Jack.
"Morning."
"How's our patient doing then huh?" Birthman asked herself as she looked over Sam's chart and vital signs.
"Any news?" Jack asked.
"Well her fever has levelled off. It's not great but at least it is not rising any more. That could be a sign that her body has finally been able to start fighting the infection." Brightman said.
"Daniel said you wanted to speak to me about some things." Jack said.
"Yes, if you like to come into my office." Brightman said leading the way.
Jack sat across the desk from the doctor unsure what to say, assuming he was having the same reaction to the news Daniel had. His mind was racing, unable to focus on one single thought, instead an array of outcomes were playing themselves out in his head. Sam waking up and giving the consent herself, him giving the go ahead for the surgery and Sam not making it, Sam losing her ability to have children and resenting Jack, Sam coming through the surgery fine. He was hoping the last one was most likely.
"I understand this is a hard decision." Brightman said.
"That's one way to describe it." Jack said rubbing his hands over his face.
"Sir, I understand you need time, but from a medical point of view, it is time Colonel Carter does not have. If there is any bacteria that was able to infect more tissue after we had finished the first surgery, it is killing her as we sit here, and the chances of needing to perform the hysterectomy are becoming higher."
"So you would advise me that the surgery is in Carter's best interest." Jack asked.
"I would. If her fever had gone down I would have been willing to wait another twelve hours but I can't suggest that with the current state she is. I could order another round of blood tests to see if I can determine the level of toxins in her blood. That might show something that will help you with the decision."
"How long will that take?" Jack asked.
"Basic form with a rush, and hour or two." Brightman answered.
"Do it." Jack said.
"Sir?"
"It'll give her fiancé time to get here." Jack replied.
"If your sure." Brightman said standing up.
"Yes doc, I'm sure. Now if you'll excuse me I have some things to take care of."
"I'll call you as soon as we have the results Sir." Brightman said.
"Thank you."
After a shower and shave Jack had worked some of the kinks out of his back. As he sat at his desk, trying to get some of the pile of paperwork that had accumulated since the night before taken care of, his mind kept wandering back to her. He could not imagine the ear that he had felt when she collapsed. To be injured or compromised in battle was one thing, you went in expecting the worse, these were the kind if things that shook you to the core.
As he signed his name for what felt like the 1000th time that morning, his concentration was broken by a soft knock on his door.
"Come in." He said. The sight of Daniel greeted him as he looked up.
"Hi Jack, security just called, Pete is here." Daniel said.
"Have an airman escort him to the conference room on level 8. We can go to the infirmary after that."
"Sure." Daniel said turning to leave.
A few minutes later Jack and Daniel waited for Pete in the room. A knock on the door soon ended the wait. Jack moved and opened the door to find a very frustrated looking Pete, who looked ready to lay into the airman that was escorting him.
"General O'Neill." Pete said extending his hand. "Dr Jackson." The three shook hands and Jack motioned for Pete to sit.
"So what's going on, Dr Jackson said Sam was hurt, can I see her, or is this to let me know that I should water the plants because she is going to be in here for a while?" Pete said lightly.
"She's unconscious." Jack said.
"WHAT?" Pete screamed as he jumped up.
"Detective Shannahan, please sit." Jack said, trying to use some authority to calm the man. No such luck.
"Excuse me! Daniel you told me to just come in this morning and that everything was fine! You told me everything was fine!" Pete said slamming his fist on the table.
"HEY!" Jack said standing up. "You are lucky we even called you at all. I was well within my rights to leave you sitting at home wondering where she was without a single word. You count yourself lucky your little surveillance stunt got you clearance. Most family members just get to worry themselves sick." Jack said. By the end of the rant he was breathing hard. "Now either you conduct yourself in a manner that is acceptable of I will have you removed form my base, is that understood?" Jack said, daring Pete to question. Knowing Jack was not bluffing, Pete sat down and took a deep breath.
"I'm sorry General. But you can understand where I'm coming from. I thought she might have taken a bump to the head and need a ride, or she had been stuck off world and had sent a message or instructions for paying her gas bill or something. I did not think she was in a coma." Pete said.
"I guess I should apologise for that. I didn't want you to get in an accident speeding down here and hurt yourself or someone else." Daniel said. Pete offered him a small smile.
"So what is wrong with my Sam?" Pete asked. Jack had to stop himself from retching at the sound of him saying 'my Sam'.
Jack and Daniel explained the situation to Pete and when they had finished it was obvious Pete was trying not to cry.
"So she could die?" He asked.
"Well we are trying not to think like that. As we said her fever has not risen in six hours, and she is not showing signs of organ failure, another major concern." Daniel said trying to inspire some hope in the man.
"So we have to wait?" Pete asked.
"Well there is one more thing." Jack said.
A/N..hehehehehehe Me so mean!