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Chapter 2: Diagnosis
Jack's heart skipped a beat as he saw Jonas take the first shot in his shoulder, but envied the younger man when he continued to run toward the gate. He watched anxiously as Jonas continued his descent, and called out in surprise when Jonas took a second hit to the back.
He saw the young man get thrown ahead, and cringed as Jonas hit the ground and began tumbling down the hill, gravity aiding in the journey. What really got him though, was the sight of Jonas's head making a solid connection with a boulder. He swore that his heart stopped dead at that instant. The world faded out to a low drone in his ears as he saw the young man continue to tumble down toward him.
Jonas came to a stop in a heap, nearly ten feet away from him, his face was mutilated with cuts and scrapes, and his body was much the same way, except for one huge difference, the two staff wounds. One in his left shoulder, another slightly to the right and positioned near the centre of his back.
O'Neill fired on the Jaffa warriors coming toward him, managing to take a few of them down. To his left, the Stargate shut off and he cursed out loud, sending another round of fire in the direction of his enemies.
He rushed to the DHD and punched in the address, entering his code as soon as the gate opened. Staff fire struck around him and he ran to where Jonas lay unconscious. He had to get the young man off of the planet. He lifted Jonas onto his back, careful not to do any more harm and made a quick run for the gate. He dove through, hauling Jonas with him, just as more shots rained around them.
The wormhole embraced them and carried them to Earth. On the other side, the gate spat them out, Jonas being tossed ahead as they exited and O'Neill's head landing harshly on the metal beneath him. A few staff blasts followed them through, striking the walls of the gate room, sending concrete tumbling to the ground.
O'Neill lay dazed on the ramp, his head spinning from the landing. Around him, he heard the dull sounds of the gate shutting off, and medical personnel moving in to tend to the two men.
A young man dropped next to Jack, speaking urgently to him, and Jack couldn't make any of the words out. He quickly felt himself succumbing to darkness as the orderly called for a stretcher to transport him to the infirmary.
"Where's Jonas?" Jack croaked out weakly.
"He's here, sir, you got him through." The man spoke loudly to him.
Jack nodded in relief and finally passed over into darkness.
O'Neill woke to the steady beeping of monitors coming from around him and forced his eyes open. Swallowing as the room lurched sickeningly. His eyes darted around him, and he could hear the shuffle of feet nearby.
"What happened?" He forced out through a dry throat.
The feet moved toward him and he saw General Hammond standing over him looking more than a little concerned.
"You were ambushed." Hammond said, as though that would explain everything.
O'Neill regarded him in confusion before everything finally fell into place. Jonas! Was he all right? What about Major Carter?
"My team?" Jack questioned, his voice rasping.
"They're here. Major Carter suffered a wound to the stomach, as of now she's stable. Teal'c was hit by a glancing shot. It just skimmed his arm." Hammond stated.
"What about Jonas?" O'Neill questioned. The General looked away and Jack swore loudly.
"What about Jonas?" Jack repeated, dreading the reply.
Hammond locked his gaze with the Colonel. "He suffered two staff wounds, in the back and in his shoulder. He's got a broken wrist, a few cracked ribs, bruises, and cuts. However, he also suffered a rather severe head injury. Colonel, his skull was cracked in two places, as of now, he still hasn't regained consciousness and Dr. Fraser says that he's in a coma." The General said quietly.
Jack swallowed the lump that had knotted itself in his throat and closed his eyes.
"Is he going to wake up?" O'Neill asked, desperation in his voice.
Hammond sighed heavily. "We don't know, the doctors have done all they can, the rest is up to him."
"Damn!" Jack cursed, making a move to sit up. The room twisted around him, causing a bile to rise in his throat, he choked it back as Hammond pushed him back down.
"Colonel, you're staying in bed, you've got a head concussion, and Fraser says you're not to leave. She'll be in as soon as she can. She's seeing to Jonas right now." Hammond instructed.
O'Neill nodded silently and felt himself falling asleep once again, Hammond didn't make a move to wake him, rest was probably the best thing for him at the moment.