While Shawn had been put in bed in a more or less temporary room, River's room was a few floors up where the hospital was far quieter. Fraiser and Jack walked without speaking, Jack still fuming about Shawn getting hurt – and trying to think of good was of making sure the man who did it would definitely know better than to do something like that again - as soon as he figured out who'd done it - and Janet still pondering the question of Shawn's arm.

When they opened the door to River's room, however, both of them turned their full attention to the Californian, and Jack was glad to see the young man was awake – and not just so he could talk to him.

They walked over, and River turned to look at them, a nasty bruise on the side of his forehead and several little cuts and scrapes, but his face – at least – didn't look too serious. The blonde young man smiled when he saw them, and Jack decided his eyes looked just a little glazed over.

"Colonel O'Neill! Doctor Fraiser!"

He was in a propped up position, so it was easier for him to watch as they crossed the room, and Janet and Jack both saw that he had an IV bag hanging above him, and several monitors attached to various parts of his body, keeping track of all his vitals.

Fraiser reached for the chart hanging by his bed, while Jack moved to the other side, looking down at the young man.

"How are you feeling, River?" Jack asked as Janet opened the file and started glancing through x-rays. There were far more of these for River than there had been for Shawn.

"Good, Colonel… real good…" River turned his attention back to Janet, who was frowning. "Hey… doc…?"

She looked up.

"I'm naked…"

Jack smiled.

"And well-medicated, too, I see," Janet said, her cheeks reddening just a little, although she couldn't help but smile.

"Oh yeah… they said if I hurt I should tell them, but it felt so funny I kept telling them I hurt long after my hands went numb…"

He held up his hands, staring at them.

"Naked hands…"

"You don't look naked to me," Janet said. "You're wearing a hospital gown…"

River looked down at himself.

"I'm naked under it, though. Wanna see?"

Jack coughed, then. A sound that was suspiciously close to a chuckle. Janet shook her head, and ignored the young man for a moment. He wasn't the first overly doped up patient she'd ever had, after all – and she knew from what she was reading that the medication wasn't going to hurt him.

"How is he, doc?" Jack asked, watching her turn her attention back to the medical chart and watching as her expression turned from more or less amused to perplexed and maybe even slightly annoyed.

She looked up at him.

"He's going to be fine, Colonel."

"Then why do you look like that's a bad thing?"

She scowled.

"It's not a bad thing. I'm just confused."

She reached down and pulled River's blanket to the side, baring the left side of his body, and moved the gown a little to look at the Californian's upper thigh.

"I would have shown you…" River said.

"Hush for a minute, River," Janet told him, examining the leg.

"What is it?" Jack asked, looking at the leg as well. It was bruised, but he didn't see anything extraordinarily bad going on there.

"When he came into the ER, the staff did a bunch of x-rays. Because of his head, they also did a CT scan – a Cat scan. The scan showed them evidence of a just-healed but very nasty break in River's upper femur, but I know for a fact he hasn't broken that leg any time recently…"

Jack frowned. Not because this was puzzling, but because he didn't have a clue what the heck she was trying to tell him.

"That's bad?"

"It's unusual," Janet corrected. "And odd."

"Like Shawn's arm?"

She shook her head.

"There was no sign of a break on Shawn's arm – even if I thought there should have been."

"Maybe the leg was just cracked or something, and the scan's wrong?"

Janet frowned again. She hated mysteries like this. And Jack wasn't any help. She turned to River again, who was alternating between watching them and staring at his hands.

"River? Have you ever broken this leg?"

"Broke the ankle."

"Not the leg though?"

"The nekkid leg?"

"Never mind…"

She replaced the blanket, making sure to tuck it around him.

"Is he in danger, doc?"

She shook her head.

"From what I can see, he sustained numerous bruises and cuts, but there's not a single broken bone – and no concussion, either… He's going to be sore-"

"I don't hurt at all…" River told them, interrupting.

"But it's nothing as bad as it could have been."

"He got lucky?" Jack hazarded. "Like Shawn?"

She scowled. Janet Fraiser didn't really believe in luck. Not that kind of luck, anyways. And she hated being perplexed.

"I'll take a closer look, later… and do some comparisons."

Jack nodded. He was completely the opposite. He believed in luck, and knew that millimeters could be the difference between life and death – and who was he to complain that River was going to be okay? The real question he had, was motive.

"Why would anyone want to kidnap him, though?"

"They wanted to finish telling me about the Stargate," River told him.