Stay with me
Chapter six
When the sudden burst of whiteness had vanished, Carson adjusted his eyes toward the bathroom, only to see two limp forms sprayed against the hard tile floor. Panicking that in his destabilized state, the Major had done something, Carson rushed forward, nurses hot on his heels as he gently turned Elizabeth over.
Taking her pulse just as gently, he was stumped to see she appeared to have a strong pulse. He pulled out his penlight and shined it into her eyes, as the nurse did the same thing to Sheppard.
"Pupils reactive…Pulse strong…" The nurse said loudly, "It appears he's just…asleep!"
Carson looked over at her, worry crossing his face.
"Get them hooked up to a heart monitor. I don't want to take any chances."
Just as quickly, the medical personnel had both Doctor Weir and Major Sheppard on gurney's, both hooked up with the steady beep, beep, beep coming from their heart monitors.
It was only then that Carson noticed a very shell shocked Rodney McKay standing in the corner of the infirmary, his wide eyes fixed on the now two occupied hospital beds.
Beckett laid a comforting hand on his shoulder.
"What's wrong with them Carson?"
"I don't know. It appears they just fell asleep…I want to have an MRI taken, but with their unexplained unconsciousness, I don't want to risk it. It could be a coma, but there's no indicating to what caused it."
Rodney opened his mouth several times, chocking on words.
"What was the big light?"
Carson shook his head.
"I wish I knew…I wish I knew."
The bight white flash blinded Elizabeth for several minutes. Blinking her eyes furiously, she was surprised when the floor beneath her feet suddenly lurched sideways, and Elizabeth crumbled to the ground.
As the last dregs of white faded from her vision, she found herself looking at several pairs on military issue boots, inches from her face. Looking up, past their legs and up into their faces, she saw they were wearing large tan coloured helmets, the giant black visors covering their eyes.
The most disturbing thing for Elizabeth, happened to be the rocking of the floor she was still sitting on. It was only then she realised she was in fact sitting in a large helicopter.
"Oh crap." She hissed to herself, climbing to her feet. Sitting gently on the large bench, next to the four men in helmets, she watched toward the front of the aircraft, the pilot and front window. Trees covered the ground below lightly, which seemed to be consisting mostly of sand.
Suddenly the helicopter lurched.
"We're taking fire! Enemy troops on the ground!"
The personnel quickly removed their flight helmets, and Elizabeth's attention was drawn to who seemed to be the youngest of the group, his short spiky black hair drawing her as she suddenly realised.
"John?" He didn't hear her. As two of the others grabbed large M-16's from the back, opening the helicopter door to shoot at the people gathered in grey army trucks below, Elizabeth watched as another grabbed a grenade launched and set up behind the others. In a quick hail of gunfire, the grenade wielding man was lying on the ground, his blood splatter over the walls of the chopper.
"DAMN!" One of the shooting men yelled, "Sheppard! Take over Hank's position!"
John rushed forward, grabbing the grenade launched and stepping over the body, agony written over his face as he took aim.
"FIRE!" the man yelled, "FIRE DAMMIT!"
John quickly let off one grenade, and by chance it landed on the small convey below, as everything went up in flames.
John quickly backed away, tears streaming down his face. Elizabeth had never seen him cry over killing anyone before.
The men dropped the guns and turned to congratulate John, who was now rocking on the bench chair.
"You just killed your first men son!" The commander said proudly, "take it like a man."
John sniffled slightly, as the man thumped his back, and the two others in the plane went forward to wrap 'Hank's' body up.
But Elizabeth paid no heed to them. She was staring at John, who's eyes were fixed on his own hands, covered in blood, he looked like he couldn't believe his eyes.
And as whiteness once again sailed Elizabeth through time, and apparently space, her eyes snapped open, only to find herself nose to nose with Carson Bekett.
"Elizabeth!" He said, quickly leaning back as she sat up.
"Carson." She greeted, as his eyes frowned. "What?"
"You don't seem to surprised that you just woke up from a coma, nor the fact that your in the infirmary."
Elizabeth raised her eyebrows.
"I just woke up from a coma? Hmm…And no welcoming committee?"
Carson's face turned into a scolding look as Elizabeth quickly tried to backtrack.
"Ah, see look at me, I've been spending too much time with John and Rodney. Their attitudes are beginning to grow on me."
Carson raised his finger accusingly.
"This has happened before hasn't it? That's why your not surprised!"
Elizabeth squirmed slightly. In a professional way of course.
"Err…"
"How many times?" He demanded, hands on hips.
Elizabeth smiled innocently.
"Umm…"
"HOW MANY TIMES?"
"Just one I swear."
Carson stared at her.
"And you didn't tell me because…?"
"It was nothing Carson. Really."
"Going into a coma is nothing. Oh yes, happens every day."
"No really Carson, I'm fine. See?" She waved a hand at him. "Fine."
He shook his head.
"Well, If you think I'm going to let you out of here for the next few days, you've got another thing coming."
Elizabeth gently took his hand.
"Come on Carson…look at me. I'm fine. I'll be fine. If it happens again, I'll come see you!"
Carson shook his head.
"No doctor. If I have to put you in restraints to keep you in this infirmary, I will. Now be a good patient and lay back and relax."
Elizabeth frowned.
"More like a lab-rat."
"You have been spending to much time with John and Rodney."
He ducked as Elizabeth threw her pillow across the room.
As he left her alone, Elizabeth settled back into the covers of the bed, wondering whether she should tell someone about her experiences in John's past. Her eyes slowly drooped shut, as the image of John crying in the plane, burned itself into her mind.
Ttfn!