A/N: A little bit of humor helps the finger heal.
The surgery had been arranged immediately, and Jack was taken care of by a nurse and allowed to leave. The rest of the team wanted to see Daniel, but they were told to get out of the infirmary. Jack, Sam, and Teal'c all left the infirmary and went to the showers, but their dear friend was constantly on their minds.
As Daniel was wheeled into surgery, his finger went with him; it was now in a bucket of ice. His hand was wrapped up, and Daniel was unconscious, the soft flow of the IV drip keeping him company.
Janet was in a gown, mask, and cap, ready with her gloved hands and a specialist by her side. They were going to reattach Daniel's finger, and hopefully give him full usage of it once more.
The surgery went smoothly, considering everything that had happened within the room. The finger was easily reattached to its rightful place; mainly because it had been a clean cut. Now all they had to do was wait for him to awaken from his slumber.
Once he had awakened, Daniel looked down towards his hand, which was wrapped like a mummy, down to his wrist. So many wrappings were there, that it looked like a blowfish, and that worried him slightly.
"So, is it there?" Daniel asked; his voice horse from the breathing tube that had been down his throat in the surgery.
The nearby nurse smiled, "Yes, it is. You need to get some rest."
But before he could argue, his three team members stepped through the door, "I must ask you to leave." That was the nurse, shooing them away.
"No, we're not leaving here until we talk with Daniel", Jack said, his head still wrapped up carefully to where it looked like he was wearing a clean, white headband.
The nurse sighed, "Alright then, only one of you."
Sam nudged Jack further into the room and retreated with Teal'c to wait outside. Jack was holding a bag in his hand, and this time, it wasn't a missing finger. Instead, it was something yellow.
As the elder man approached, Daniel sat up a little in his bed, and recognized what was in the bag, "Why'd you bring a lemon?"
"For your tea, of course. I know that you can't move your pinkie, and it's sticking straight out, so I thought this would be an appropriate time to have some tea with lemon", he smiled, opening the bag and placing the lemon slice in the cup on a nearby table and pouring some tea into it.
Daniel smiled and took the cup with his good hand, "Very thoughtful, but I can't hold anything with that hand."
The good friend looked down at the bandaged hand, "Well, I guess I'll have to come back later."
They both smiled and Jack left Daniel to enjoy his tea, promising the younger man that he'd be back, and he'd bring the whole team in to see him, nurse or no nurse.