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Voices buzzed in the back of his head. He could hear Sergeant Bates yell to his team to be quick. He could see when they shined the light in his eyes to check the reactivity of his pupil. He could see when Bates bent down over Sheppard's body and shook his head, but it all seemed like it was happening to someone else. Like he was looking out from someone else's eyes. It took him a moment to realize he was looking down at his own body and watching as they were taken gently on the puddle jumperthen though the gate. The he saw Carson running toward both him and Sheppard. But he couldn't hear anyone. It was like watching a silent film, it even seemed like there was music in the back ground. He could see the emotions as Weir met the returning group at the gate and almost fainting to the ground as she watch him and Sheppard get taken off. They took Sheppard off and Carson went with him, his brow furrowed in concentration, while Dr. Jacks grabbed the crash cart and put it to his own chest… It took him a moment before he realized what was going on, and then everything went dark again.

McKay woke up. His whole body felt like it had been run over numerous times by a car. He looked multiple IVs in his arm and the bandages all across his abdomen. Some of them were still oozing blood. His arm was in a sling and there was a thick cast over his leg. He turned his head almost expectant to see Sheppard staring down at him smiling, but it wasn't John it was Elizabeth.

McKay looked over Weir's contemplative face as he laid there. She looked as if the world had dragged her through Hell and back. He could clearly see the tear tracks she had so desperately tried to hide. He struggled to say something to her, but the words wouldn't come out. Her attention snapped back and she looked surprised at him before her gaze quickly softened. "Oh Rodney, you have no idea how good it is to see you awake." He offered her a smile as unshed tears shimmered in her eyes. He had to think for a moment, before he could remember what had happened… The storm… the jumper… John!

"Elizabeth?" He forced out as best he could, "How is John?"… She hesitated for a moment. Her mouth opened and closed a few times before the words could come out.

"I don't think this is the time to talk about it," she said gently. "You just got out of some very intensive surgery. You ruptured your spleen and had a laceration on your kidney, you were very lucky. Right now just sleep." It sounded so good to sleep, to give in the comforting darkness and forgot what was going on. But he couldn't

"No," he replied softly, "I have to know how John is doing." Fresh tears made there way down Weirs cheek and she bit her lip.

"I'm sorry Rodney… His injuries were very severe…" Rodney turned his head away and a tear rolled down his cheek.

"He didn't make it did he?

"Well technically he's alive, but he will never wake up. The damage was too great to be able to fix." Rodney just nodded, unable to react to what was going on.

"Can I see him?" Weir shook her head.

"We can't have you up right now. I need you to rest, please Rodney. I don't know what I'd do if I'd lost you too." She grabbed his arm and squeezed it tight as he dozed off. He could hear her cry as he fell asleep.

He opened his eyes for a moment and saw Ronon sitting across the room from him. "Hey," he said weakly and nodding. Ronon just gave him a head nod back.

He woke up again a few hours later to find Beckett sitting by his bed with his head in his hand.

"Can I see John," McKay asked. Beckett looked up and smiled weakly.

"No I'm afraid not lad. I just came in here to check on you and your blood pressure seems low." McKay noticed how distant Carson looked.

"How is he?" Beckett sighed and shook his head.

"I'm sorry Rodney… I can't bring myself to take him off the machines, but I'm afraid he'll never come back." Rodney was too tired to argue. Beckett injected some medication in the Rodney's IV and he fell into a deep sleep.

…Flash… light burst around him he could almost feel the heat from the lightning fry the controls, the falling hale was close to the size of oranges and the rain was beating down hard. But his time he was standing on the ground watching as the jumper crashed in, he saw how he had buckled himself in but the chair broke off its holdings and threw him free. John wasn't latched in at all and went flying full speed into the controls, but when he looked again he noticed John had disappeared and he was left all by himself. Then he saw Elizabeth walking over the wreckage, as if it were part of her daily routine, looking distant and cold. She picked him and just looked at him pityingly. "The choice is to be yours." He woke up again to find Teyla sitting next to him.

"You are so brave Rodney," she told him with a sad smile. She held his hand and squeezed it reassuringly. "It's hard to speak the language of someone who is so very badly hurt. But if you ever wish to talk about it please come to me." She hesitated for a moment before offering a smile. "Dr. Weir believes that you should be the one to make the decision when to let John go, and the rest of us agree. We will wait until you a ready."

"No, I can't do that…"

"Please Rodney," tears were forming in her eyes, "You were his best friend. He trusted you over anyone. I feel that if he could ask you himself he would have."

"But what if he some how pulls though this, we could send him back to earth and

they could take care of him there." Weir walked in before Teyla could answer him.

"Tell me Elizabeth, would he have a chance if we sent him back to Earth?" She knew the answer was no, but she was afraid to break McKay's hope when his body was still so fragile. She had almost wished Teyla had not told him of his duty quite yet. However, she knew that lying to him could be even worse.

"I'm sorry, but he will not get better not here or back on Earth. I know that you are the best one for this decision, John trusted and so do we." Rodney closed his eyes so he didn't have to talk to them again. Weir whispered in low tones to Teyla before she left. Teyla lingered for a while holding his hand.

"This is for the best. John would not want to live like this," she told him knowing he was still partially awake. He laid there listening to her for a while. He could understand why Sheppard had liked her so much. She was his voice of reason

"I know," he said quietly back. "But I really don't think I can do it."

"We're all here for you Rodney. You're not alone, you already know what has to happen, and the only question is when."