Coma
Part I
Darkness. It's the strangest feeling. I couldn't see anything, couldn't move. There was just… nothingness. So this is what death's like? Poor Charlie. Being so young this would have surely scared him to… Okay that's just not funny, even for me.
"Sam," I could hear someone saying. It was Doc, so far away.
Wait! Voices? I could hear them, what they were saying. I can't be dead, not like this. I tried moving again, but to no avail. My eyes wouldn't even open.
'Help! I'm here! Just talk to me!' I couldn't shout at them, no matter how hard I tried.
"Sam, I need to talk to you," I heard Janet say.
I felt my hand move and, suddenly, it felt cold and empty. She'd been holding it?
"Sam, he slipped into a coma early this morning. It's now turned into a waiting game, but when he does eventually wake up, he's gonna be one crappy hamper. That knee is shot, Sam. It's going to take a miracle for him to ever walk on it again."
What! Oh, no! I don't think so! I'm getting up now!
But the attempt was futile. My body wasn't accepting my commands anymore.
I heard the infirmary door open and could tell by the footsteps that Daniel and Teal'c had entered. Soft murmuring was all that was carried my way. They spoke almost as if they could tell I could hear them.
I could feel it when they approached the bed and could feel a hand touch my arm. Too small to be Teal'c but too rough to be Sam, I knew Daniel was going to say something. I could tell by his movements he was trying to figure out what it was. Yep, I knew the Space Monkey well.
"Hey… Jack… Look, we're getting a little bored here, so come on back. Nobody's bringing back any rocks for me to study."
He lifted his hand and I could tell he had moved away. Teal'c was next to speak.
"Get well soon, O'Neill." Short, sweet, and to the point. Yep, that's Teal'c.
I heard Daniel and Teal'c leave the room and someone else walk away. It had to have been Sam, she hadn't said anything.
I could still feel a presence in the room and soon heard a chair pushed up to my bedside. If I could have winced at the sound, I would have. The curtain was pulled around to give us some privacy, I assumed.
"Hey, um, Jack." It was Sam. Wait, and she finally called me Jack! "Janet says there's no proof, but always the possibility that you can hear us. I just wanted you to know that we're here for you… I'm here for you. Please wake up."
She sat there for what seemed like hours, not doing a thing. I could feel her staring at me, it was the weirdest feeling.
Suddenly, her warm fingers slid into mine, gripping them gently. It was a touch I'd only wished in my dreams to give her. The fingers of her other hand slid casually up and down my arm.
"Jack, there were some things going on, between us, on that last mission that I think we need to talk about. Don't worry, if you could see me, I'm slightly smiling. Not much to smile about, though, with you lying here now."
Oh, Sam. There's plenty to smile about. You're alive and uninjured.
"I'm not leaving you. Well, I can't. I'm not allowed to leave the infirmary yet. I will say, though, that I'm glad you chose to use me as your landing pad after our flight through the Gate. My shoulder's messed up pretty good, but Janet said if I hadn't been there, you most likely wouldn't be alive right now."
Okay, so maybe I was wrong, but I was so glad she was going to at least be okay, and here with me. I wanted to hold her tightly, make all her pain go away, but I couldn't. I couldn't even squeeze her hand back.
"Janet found the envelope in your pocket and asked what it's about. I won't tell her. Nobody will open it, that's yours. I think I have a clue, though, because Sam O'Neill gave me one, too."
Next thing I knew, her head was rested on my chest and I could smell her shampoo wafting into my nostrils. It put me to sleep. Well, my coma form of sleep.
Part II
I left the infirmary reluctantly. It had been over two weeks and there was still no change in Jack's condition. (I gave up on calling him the Colonel long ago.) His knee was slowly healing, but wouldn't get any stronger unless he could exercise, though the infirmary staff was doing all they could. I hadn't left his side. I'd promised him I wouldn't.
Janet had finally released me, and unfortunately, forced me to go home. I leaned down over Jack and kissed his forehead.
"I have to leave for the night, Doc's orders. Don't go waking up without me." I wanted to be the first person he saw when he opened his eyes and I couldn't bare to think about missing it.
I squeezed his hand and left the room.
The drive home was dull and uneventful. I turned the radio up, noticing it was a CD Cassie had left in there on accident when I'd taken her to the airport before our last mission. The song gave me an idea. Jack had to be brought out of it somehow.
I pulled into my driveway and grabbed the CD. Running into the house, I threw my keys on the table, ignoring the mail, before heading upstairs to my office.
I disappeared in front of my computer for hours. When I was finally finished, I ate just enough to put me to sleep. I didn't want to, but knew Janet would rip me a new one if I pulled and Edora stunt, as we'd come to call it, again.
I wanted to hurry and get back to Jack and the SGC, but I slept through the entire next day. The rest was unfortunately not very helpful. I woke up feeling more tired than when I'd first laid down.
I rushed through my morning routine, grabbed my home project and jumped in the car. I don't think I'd ever driven to the SGC so fast in my life. Today was the day. Jack O'Neill was going to wake up.
A/N: So, it didn't take as long as last time, but it's not that long either, sorry. total cliff hanger and that wasn't intentional. i was going to make it longer but i realized that i lost the written page somewhere, so ihave to work on that before you get the next part. i hope you like it and i want lots of reviews this time! lol i didn't want to put who was speaking in the parts so if that bothers ne body, let me know and i'll fix it. any guesses what's in the envelope?