Freedom! The team's taking me out. Where we're going, I don't know, but who cares! I'm getting out!
Jack has me by one arm, Sam by the other. Teal'c is on my six. New mission: take Daniel out!
We walk slowly, carefully. The elevator ride is fun; takes me back to when I was a kid and reveled in the lose-your-stomach sensation. I wonder when I stopped noticing it.
We're outside! I can instantly feel the sun on my body. I raise my face to the heat, and even though my eyes are wide open, the sun's rays are invisible. Only the warmth exists for me.
I'm suddenly overwhelmed with sadness. Self-pity, I tell myself. Thousands of people are blind. Thousands are deaf. I'm sure there must be hundreds who are deaf and blind.
Sam's arm wraps around my waist. How does she know? I smile for her and am rewarded/surprised with a kiss. Wow. Her lips are really soft. I hope I'm not blushing. Jack slaps me on the back. I must be red as a tomato.
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We're at Jack's. I'm pleased that I know where I am.
No I'm not. I don't want to get used to this. Getting used to it is too close to giving up, and I'm definitely not at that stage. I won't accept this. I can't.
It's not supposed to go down like this. The good guy is supposed to win in the end. And I think that I'm a good guy. I've always tried to be.
What? Oh, beer. Well, not my favorite, but why not? It's not like I've got much of a choice here.
I know I'm wallowing in self-pity. For the moment I don't care. It just doesn't matter.
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Wow.
I'm feelin' pretty good. I don't know what everybody else is doing, but I'm really enjoying this bourbon.
Somebody gave me a shot and I just swallowed it. Not my usual protocol, but hey, what's a guy to do?
Now I'm on my…sixth? Seventh? Don't remember. Somebody just keeps pourin' and I just keep drinkin'.
I don't even like bourbon.
Wow.
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Whoa. I don't think I like this ride. Please let me off.
Where am I? Thought I was at Jack's…
I'm in a car. Must've dozed off. How'd they get me in a car?
Oh no. I'm gonna be…
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This is so not good.
They'll never take me anywhere again. I'm making a real mess in the car.
Oh, I think I'm gonna die…------
Uh oh.
Janet's yelling again. I've only been back in the infirmary for a minute and her hand is already clutching my arm. Hard. She's really, really mad.
Please let me lie down. I'm gonna hurl again if you don't let me…
Oh…oh…
I tried to warn you…
Just let me get in bed…please!
Yes…the bed. Now just let me lie here without moving and maybe my gut won't roll so badly.
I can imagine what she's saying to Jack, Sam, and Teal'c. Kinda glad I can't hear her. In a way.
Not really.
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Oh, my head. Maybe if I hold it long enough Janet'll give me something for this hangover.
Then again, maybe not. I think she's still mad.
Well, it wasn't my fault. I just drank what they gave me. It's not like I did it myself.
Right?