Sam stood by the door, unable to look at the colonel. Tears streamed down her face as she remembered the look on his face when he saw the needle coming. Daniel moved towards her and opened his arms in a comforting gesture. She sobbed and ran into his arms. Daniel closed his arms around her and stroked her hair comfortingly. Sam almost never broke down totally like this, but he understood. This was tough on them all, but seemed to be affecting Sam the worst. All he could do was what he was doing, comforting her best he could. He realized that he hadn't seen Teal'c in a while and wondered where he was. "Sam, I think we should leave for a while and do something, like look for Teal'c. I haven't seen him around for a while." Sam looked up at him, her eyes red from crying. "Okay...good idea...find Teal'c." Daniel led her from the room. Dr. Frasier watched them go. This was not good for the team. After they had turned the corner, she turned her attention to the colonel. He lay on the floor, not totally knocked out. She hadn't given him very much, because of the large amount he had been given before. She had given him enough to calm him down and make him easier to handle. She sighed as she looked at him. She had no idea what made him turn aggressive and until she found a cure, the safest thing to do with him was to keep him sedated. "Why do you always have to be so difficult sir?" She asked him as she bent down to check his vitals. His eyes were open but glazed over and his tongue hung out of his half open mouth. A pool of saliva was forming around his mouth. The guards stood near by, not wanting to leave the doctor alone with the colonel, even if he was sedated. She put two fingers on his neck to check his pulse. It was steady so the doctor stood up and told the guards what to do. "If he wakes up and becomes aggressive, call me. Understood?" The guards nodded and took their posts outside the door. Dr. Frasier left and went back to the infirmary.
His body felt tingly and strange. He couldn't move or see. He heard the door close and footsteps that were heading away from his cell, his cage. He wanted out and he wanted out now. His sight returned somewhat and he could see the silhouettes of the two guards outside. He lifted his head, but it started to feel heavy and fell back to the ground. For the next hour, he drifted in and out of consciousness. When he finally woke, two and a half hours had past. His mind began to clear and his body began to listen to commands again. He got to his feet slowly, not wanting to fall over. He walked over to the wall and placed a hand on it, feeling the texture and how hard it was. He growled, knowing he couldn't break through it. Turning, he looked at the door. It was not made of the same substance. Maybe he could break through it. Touching the door, he found that he could not. Grumbling in frustration he kicked the door, startling the guards on the other side. They looked inside at him and he glared back. He bared his teeth and bit at the glass. His anger got the better of him and he began to howl and punch the glass. It shattered and the shards flew every where, cutting his face and hands. This sent him into a frenzy. He could smell the air on the other side and began to pull at the metal grate that had been in-between the glass. His arms were reduced to bloody masses of flesh as the remaining shards of glass in the window cut him. Blood dripped from his face and arms. When he saw the dark haired woman with the needle, he roared. He wanted to get out and kill her. Blood dripped in his eyes and he had to blink to clear them again. The woman was still there. She stood unmoving beside the guards. There was someone else as well. A tall dark skinned male stood beside her. He heard the sound the door made when it was unlocked and he backed away, tense, ready to attack whatever came into the room.
