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His head felt groggy as his opened his eyes. McKay tried looked around, but the movement blinded him in pain. He noticed his shoulder was at a weird angle. A tell-tale sigh that it was dislocated. The watermelon sized lump on his knee told him it wasn't quite in working order either. Gashes and bruises seemed everywhere and the sharp pain in his abdomen greatly concerned him. He had to stop for a moment to think of what had happened. They had crashed. He tried to look around again and could see the jumper had been pretty close to destroyed, meaning it was beyond his repair.

Flashes of the storm came back to him and then he remembered… John. He looked around again ignoring the throbbing pain that ran though his body, and saw Sheppard slumped over the controls. He wasn't moving. McKay stood up shakily and hobbled over to his friend. The first thing he noticed was the growing pool of blood under Sheppard's still form. At first glance it looked like it was from the three inch gash that ran from his temple to his ear that was causing the mess of blood. But when McKay moved his friend off the controls and saw that the trust lever was now impaled into Sheppard's chest. He knew that that was where the blood was coming from. McKay gasped and took a step back from grotesque injury. Then with all the strength he could muster in his good arm, he moved Sheppard in to a clearing on the floor. He did the best he could using his coat to put pressure on the injury, but he knew that it was like trying to stop a forest fire with a garden hose. The blood just kept pouring out. He searched for a radio in hopes of maybe getting a signal though, it was Sheppard's only chance, because it would probably be another three hours before anyone would miss them. At least John gave Elizabeth our position, McKay though. Sheppard's pulse was getting weaker and McKay noticed he himself was becoming lightheaded and weak. Pain shot though his abdomen again and he curled up in to ball to try to lessen it. Sheppard's eyes fluttered open as he saw McKay in the ball groaning in pain.

"Rodney," he said surprised at the weakness of his own voice. McKay looked up. "What happened, you look like hell," Sheppard asked looking confused, McKay was concerned, his friend wasn't moving at all."

"The jumper crashed in the storm. How are you?" He asked knowing the answer all ready. There was a pause for a second as if Sheppard didn't know how to answer.

"I… I think I'm alright," he replied shakily, "I can't feel anything... Rodney I can't move my arms." Fear clouded his voice as he tried to move any part of his body and found he couldn't. McKay stood stunned for a moment as his friend looked at him completely helpless. He moved to put more pressure on Sheppard's chest, noticing his face was becoming pale.

"You can't feel this?" Sheppard tried to shake his head and look up only to find his body would no longer respond to him.

"No… What… what's wrong?" McKay debated about telling his friend about gaping hole in his chest. Apart of his brain told him that Sheppard was still alive because he didn't know he was dying.

"Just hold on, you're going to be fine." Sheppard smiled weakly at him knowing McKay was lying to him, but accepted it anyway. "I'm going to try and get your radio to work, Okay?"

"Yeah." He watched as McKay took the radio and did his best to fix it with his good arm, and the limited tools. He felt so sleepy but something told him to keep his eyes awake. McKay looked over just as Sheppard started to black out again. He rushed as fast as his own injured body could take him over to Sheppard, and applied more pressure to the wound.

"Damn it John wake up," he yelled

"What?"

"You have to stay with me; I can't go back to Atlantis without you." As McKay said this, a wave of dizziness and nausea rushed over him.

"You're injured too," Sheppard stated not bothering to ask.

"I'm doing fine; it's just a dislocated shoulder, and maybe a broken knee cap." He was careful not to tell Sheppard about the increasing pain in his own stomach. Any other time McKay would have been whining to anyone who would listen about how the pain. But he knew now he had to be strong because if he gave up Sheppard would die on him for sure. "Hey look, I got the radio to work… Atlantis come in this is Dr. Rodney McKay… Colonel Sheppard and I are in trouble I repeat Colonel Sheppard and I are in trouble. If you get this send Dr. Carson Beckett… I know it's a long shot. They'll probably never get it but it was worth a try."

"Right." Sheppard voice was getting weaker.

"You know what I'm going to do when I first get back to Atlantis, watch my tape of the 2004 hockey playoffs Calgary as the underdog knocked the Detroit Red Wings, it was beautiful."

"Yeah, but didn't they end up loosing to Tampa Bay in the end." McKay grumbled a yes under his breath. Sheppard laughed then started coughing hard. Blood ran down his cheek as he closed his eyes again.

T.B.C