Janet took a deep breath before entering the briefing room. As she entered four sets of eyes turned to her.
"Doc?" Jack asked.
"She's going to be fine." Janet took the seat next to Daniel. "She has three major lacerations on the back of her head, one the length of her right forearm. Her vest saved her from serious injuries to her back but there is a lot of bruising and there are several cuts and bruises along her legs. There is a fracture of her right ulna and her right humorous is broken in two places. She also has a massive concussion and there are signs of severe muscle strain."
"I thought you said she was fine!" Jack snapped.
"I said she's going to be fine, and she will be, in time. What exactly happened out there?"
"She saved my life." Daniel said.
"The temple they were in collapsed. It took us two hours of digging to get to them. Carter was braced above Daniel, kept him from getting crushed. She had us pull him out then she just collapsed. We got her out and then to the gate. You know the rest."
"She's very lucky. You both should have been crushed." Janet looked at Daniel.
"What are we looking at for recovery time?" General Hammond asked.
"I'm not sure." Janet opened the folder in front of her and flipped through the pages. "I would say six to ten weeks but with all this new information. . . her real blood work showed a high concentration of stem cells. Theoretically they should drastically increase healing time. . ."
"Excuse me sirs." Lt. Mears knocked on the door. "Major Carter is awake."
The three male members of SG-1stood and headed for the door.
"Gentlemen!" Janet barked. "You will not go rushing in there. You will wait until I am satisfied she is ready for visitors." With that she turned and left the room.
"He-ey." Janet said as she walked into the room.
"How's Daniel?" Sam asked as she sat up.
"Better then you." Janet frowned when Sam swayed slightly in her bed. "Sam you shouldn't be up yet."
"What do you mean, better then me? That slab of rock on his leg was heavy. I didn't think I could lift it."
"He's fine. The bone was only bruised. There must have been another under it that kept it from crushing him. I've got him on crutches for comfort. Now Sam please lay down." Janet waited patiently as Sam carefully lowered herself to the bed. "How are you feeling?"
"Like a temple fell on me."
"Sam please. I'm not sure how to treat you." Sam's eyes widened and she physically flinched. "Wait, don't take this the wrong way. I'm strictly speaking from a medical stand point. This is all new to me. Your body is producing an unnatural amount of stem cells, I'm guessing here but you heal a lot quicker then you let on don't you?"
"Yes."
"How much faster?"
"I should be 100 in about a week. I usually just time my recovery closely to the time frame you give the general."
"So when I said your arm would heal in three weeks. . ."
"I moped around, palmed pain meds and faked being in pain." Sam's eyes started to droop. "Do you realize how bad I wanted to rip that damn cast off my arm?"
Janet smiled slightly as a huge yawn split her friends face. "Get some rest. We'll talk more later."
Walking out of the room Janet wasn't surprised to run into the rest of Sam's team as well as the general.
"Well?"
"The last time she broke her arm, it was a small fracture, we normally wouldn't put a cast on it but I know—well I though I knew—Sam and I was worried she wouldn't give her arm the rest and support it needed to heal. So I did cast it, and I told her it should take about three weeks to heal completely."
"What does this have to do with her current injuries?" General Hammond asked.
"It seems that fracture healed in a few days. Apparently she takes the time scale I give the general and uses it as a template on how to act after an injury."
"Why would she do that?" Jack asked.
"To keep people from asking questions." Daniel supplied. "We see her 'working through her pain.' She can still do her work, popping pills and grimacing at the right moments. We just think she works too hard."
"Would not taking your pain medication impair her ability to think clearly?"
"She palmed them." Janet answered, amused to see Teal'c's eyebrow shot skyward. "It means she created an illusion, it looked like she was taking it when she really wasn't. I'm going to have to totally re-learn her as a patient. I can tell you she will be fine but I have no idea what the time frame will be or how things will progress."
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"Sit down."
"I'm fine."
"Sit down Major!" Jack emphasized her rank earning him a hard glare as she complied. "I know Fraiser said you could come home but she said to take it easy. Cleaning isn't taking it easy."
"It needs to be done." Sam complained from the sofa. She was tired and her arm was throbbing but she had rushed out of the house when she left the day before leaving much of her breakfast out.
"You know Carter," Jack came out of her kitchen with a half gallon jug of milk, "I never imagined you to be this . . ."
"Gross." Sam turned up her nose as she smelt the spoiled milk. "Sir please dump that out back."
Jack smiled as he headed back into the kitchen. Sam stretched out, enjoying the warmth of the sun as it poured in through her picture window. Jack reentered the living room to find Sam sleeping. Grinning to himself he went back to clean up her kitchen.
"Carter, hey." Jack gently nudged her sleeping form. Sam startled and looked fuzzily up at him. "Time for your meds, then sleep in a real bed."
Sitting up Sam realized the sun was already setting. Taking her pill from Jack's open hand she dry swallowed it. Jack looked at her questioningly.
"I did take it sir." Sam sighed. Standing she limped back toward her room. "I only palmed them when I didn't need them."
His only reply was a loud thump.
"Sir?" Sam turned back to the living room to see her CO crumpled on the floor. A sharp pain brought her attention to the dart that was now sticking out of her chest. "Shit."
Pulling it out she looked at it, her mind was already fuzzy from the pain meds she was on and whatever was in the dart wasn't helping things. She snapped out of her daze when a man dressed in black stepped up to her. Sam dropped the dart and punched the man, knocking him out cold. As soon as her fist connected with his face there were two more darts protruding from her stomach and thigh. The last thing she saw before collapsing were three more men in black emerging from the darkness.