A/N: My beta's back! I'm reposting this, slightly revised, and all commas present and accounted for.
Janet turned to find Jack waiting in the doorway. She knew he was waiting for a report on Daniel. As the CO of SG1, he had every right to know exactly what was going on, physically and mentally with any one of his team members. Janet waved him into her office where they could talk in privacy.
"How is he?"
"Physically he's fine. He has a few bruises and contusions on his wrists, ankles, and groin area. He was apparently physically restrained."
Jack's fists clenched, "That bitch!"
Janet nodded in agreement. "He's still feeling some after effects of the drug – nausea, disorientation, incomplete memory – those will eventually pass as his body metabolizes the drug. He was slightly dehydrated from vomiting, but he's hooked up to an IV with some drugs to relieve the nausea. Physically, he'll be fine in a day or two."
Jack visibly relaxed as that concern was put to rest.
"However, he's not ready yet to talk about it. Actually, part of the problem is that he doesn't remember much about what happened. It's making him feel that he may have been responsible. He's feeling out of control and until he can come to terms with that, I'm not sure I can clear him for any off world missions. Getting back to work in his office will be good for him, as soon as he's ready." Janet closed her eyes briefly, bracing herself for what was coming next. "I'm going to suggest that he see Dr. Mackenzie. He needs to talk to someone."
"He can talk to me! Mackenzie's an idiot!" Jack's frustration at not being able to "fix" Daniel bubbled to the surface.
"Jack, he won't talk to you. He needs to talk to someone who's impartial. This is one time when your friendship with him won't help." Janet put her hand on the colonel's arm, trying to calm him with the physical connection. "He feels he let you down; that he's somehow failed you. At this point in time, trying to make him open up to you will only intensify those feelings in him. Give him some space and time, Jack."
"Let me down? God, Doc, I'm the one who didn't protect him." Jack pushed the heals of his hands into his eyes and tried to make sense of a universe gone mad; a universe that could hurt Danny over and over. He took three deep calming breaths and turned back to Janet.
"Can I go see him now?"
"Sure. Remember, keep it short and impersonal. Just be a friend without being his CO for now."
Jack made his way through the infirmary toward Daniel's bed. Ought to be a plaque dedicating this bed to him, he spends so much time in it.
Daniel heard the footsteps and knew it was Jack. He turned on his side, back to his approaching friend and curled up in a ball, hoping Jack would take the hint and go away.
Jack walked around to the far side of the bed so that Daniel was facing him. "Hey, Danny. I hear you'll be getting out of here tomorrow."
"Yeah." Daniel didn't even open his eyes; he didn't want Jack to see them. Jack could read every emotion and thought in his expression and he did not want Jack to know what he was feeling.
"Good, good. If you need anything, you know where to find me." Jack reached out and gave Daniel's shoulder a squeeze. He felt his injured friend's body tense at the touch. Definitely not Danny-like. He craves touch from his friends.
As he started to leave, Sam and Teal'c entered to visit Daniel. Jack's eyes met Sam's and she saw worry briefly flicker over Jack's face before he shielded his feelings.
"Is Daniel OK? You look upset." Sam laid her hand on Jack's arm as she questioned him.
Briefly covering her hand with his free hand, Jack responded, "Physically, Janet says he'll be OK in a day or two, but emotionally… He's shut down. Doesn't want to talk to anyone. Janet thinks he's blaming himself."
Sam and Teal'c exchanged glances. There was a fleeting flicker of a frown on the Jaffa's face before his customary stoic mask returned.
"We'll just stop and say hello and leave."
"Indeed, I will not leave. It has been my previous experience that DanielJackson needs to be provoked into sharing his feelings."
Janet walked up to the group and heard this last remark. "Teal'c, usually you're right, but for now we need to leave him alone. Later he'll need you."
"Come on. We have to go debrief with Hammond."
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The next morning, Janet stood over a sleeping Dr. Jackson, thinking how child-like he seemed while asleep. She softly ran her fingers through his hair and leaned over to awaken him. "Daniel, honey, it's time to wake up."
Daniel's unseeing eyes flew open and he pulled as far away from Janet as the side rails on the bed would allow. He clutched the blankets and pulled them over his face, shaking badly enough to rattle the metal bed. Janet jumped back in shock at his reaction to the familiar way she'd awaken him dozens of times before in the infirmary.
"Daniel, it's me, Janet. I won't touch you, but you need to calm down." Janet backed away from Daniel, hoping that putting some distance between them would help. It didn't.
"I need a nurse, now!"
Sergeant Lewis came running to Daniel's bed.
"Get me 2mg of Ativan, STAT!"
Janet waited as Daniel continued to shake his head back and forth, shouting, "No, no, no, no…" He began pounding his fists against his head.
"Hurry!" Janet shouted at her nurse.
Lewis came on the run with the syringe. Janet attempted to hold Daniel down so the nurse could administer the shot. As soon as Janet grasped his shoulders, his panic level rose several notches. He began kicking and flailing about violently.
"I need two orderlies in here, now!" Janet yelled, concerned that Daniel might injure himself before he could be sedated.
Two large, muscular men came running and the three of them were able to restrain Daniel as Nurse Lewis injected the sedative. Within a few minutes, Daniel's shaking had ceased and Janet was able to remove the blankets from his face. His hair and scrubs were soaked with sweat and his face was still red from the panic attack, but his breathing was calming down. Janet grabbed a blood pressure cuff and slipped it around his bicep. Daniel turned blurry eyes toward her and made vague gestures, attempting to push Janet away.
"It's OK, Daniel. I just need to get a few vitals to be sure the drug isn't causing you any problems." Janet efficiently ran through a few checks and was satisfied that Daniel wasn't having an acute reaction to the drug. She stayed by his bedside until he was sleeping again.
Trudging wearily back to her office, Janet prepared herself to face a most unpleasant task; it was time to call Dr. Mackenzie. This was beyond her expertise and Daniel needed help ASAP.