A/N: I don't own the characters, nor Montgomery Gentry. Oh, this chapter is decently short, but I hope you still enjoy. Please R&R!
Captain Janet Frasier, M.D., was the Chief Medical Officer of Stargate Command, which lay beneath Cheyenne Mountain in Colorado. Her new nurse had put some country music on in the background. The CD was a compilation of several songs, and the current one playing was "Gone" by Montgomery Gentry.
Gone like a freight train, gone like yesterday,
Gone like a soldier in a Civil War bang-bang…
"Ironic", was the first word out of Jack's mouth as the team walked into the infirmary, Sam steering Daniel over to a bed.
"Why? What's going on?" Janet asked, looking from Jack to Daniel, and then to the other two members of the team.
Daniel sighed, "Ice."
By now, he was dizzy from the loss of blood to his head, and worried, too. Granted, the facility had some of the best doctors in the world, and many of those doctors had no problems with his kind of injury, and they were usually able to fix it pretty quickly, but he was still rather worried.
Jack, on the other hand, would obviously be fine, his head just didn't duck quick enough to miss the on-coming sword, but it wasn't a Katana, like the one that injured Daniel had been, so his head was still in it's proper place; thank goodness.
Leaning back onto the bed as Jack grabbed one, Daniel's right hand released what it had been holding all this time, and the cloth fell open to reveal…
"OH MY…" Janet gasped, not having previously seen his other hand, and now understanding what had happened.
Somehow, Daniel's left pinky finger was chopped off, a clean cut, it would be easy to reattach. However, he wouldn't have much use of it for a while until it completely healed after surgery, and then of course he'd have to be on leave.