Chapter 2

Once inside the infirmary Rodney looked around for Dr. Beckett. Not seeing the friendly doctor, he headed for the CMO's office. Once at the office he stuck his head in. He barely bit back his laugh at the sight before him. Dr. Beckett was fast asleep at his desk using his arm as a pillow. Medical folders were spread out across the desk. Rodney cleared his throat, "Dr. Beckett."

He waited a few seconds before he tried again. "Dr. Beckett."

He sighed and walked toward the sleeping doctor. He then tried again but this then he yelled.

"CARSON!"

Carson sat up quickly. "I'm up. I'm up."

Rodney started to laugh at Carson's confused expression. Carson rubbed his eyes and gave Rodney an annoyed stare. He then started to collect the various folders that were all over his desk into a neat pile.

"What did you do this time Rodney?"

"Why do you think I hurt myself? Maybe I just wanted to talk to you."

"Yea right, when you do voluntary come down to the infirmary unless you want me to activate some ancient device and if that is the case the answer is no."

Rodney took a step back and placed his uninjured hand on his chest. "Ouch that hurt Carson."

Carson sighed and shook his head. Pushing his chair back, he stood up. Grabbing his stethoscope off the desk and placing them around his neck he walked toward the scientist. "Let me see it," he said.

Rodney placed his hands behind his back and took a step backwards. "Actually I don't need your help. No thank you. I just came down to talk to you and since you're being so rude I think I'll leave. Go find someone else to practice your voodoo on."

Carson crossed his arms and gave Rodney a menacing look. "Well don't come to me when it becomes infected and causes serious life threatening complications."

The scientist's face paled and he thrust his bleeding hand at the doctor. Carson peered down at the hand. It was silent for a few seconds.

"Well?" asked a worried Rodney. "You don't think it's infected. Do you? Come to think of it, it's kind of itchy and it looks very deep. Do you think I need surgery? Oh this is very bad."

Carson chuckled and shook his head.

"How can you be laughing? This is a serious situation. I could be dying."

"Rodney calm down. By the look at this you'll only need a few stitches." He pointed out the door. "Go sit down on one of the beds so I can stitch your hand." He then herded Rodney out of his office toward one of the beds. "Here," he said patting the bed with his hand. "Sit down here and don't move. Do you think you can do that?"

"Yes Mom."

Carson gave Rodney another menacing stare and walked toward the medical supplies.

"You're leaving me? Wait I'm sorry please come back here and fix my hand before I bleed to death."

Carson ignored Rodney and continued walking. He decided to let Rodney suffer and think he was leaving when he was actually just getting the things he needed to stitch up the scientist's hand. Within five minutes he was back with the needed supplies on a metal tray. He placed the tray on the bed next to Rodney and then he reached in to his coat pocket pulled out a pair of plastic gloves. Still not talking to Rodney he pulled them on. He reached once again into his pocket and pulled out a syringe. The silence was broken by Rodney protesting.

"Ah Dr. Beckett is that really necessary? Didn't I say I was sorry?"

Carson sighed, "Rodney do you want to feel the needle when I stitch up your hand?"

Rodney shook his head.

"Good. Now stop fidgeting so I can administer the painkiller."

Carson then started to clean the wound. Slowly and carefully he stitched up the hand. "So Rodney would you like to tell me how you managed to cut your hand his time?"

"I rather not."

"Okay. I probably don't want to know anyways." Finishing up the last stitch he said, "You're free to go. And be sure." Carson was not able to finish what he was saying as a nurse hurried over.

"Dr. Beckett you're needed."

"Is he getting worse?" He asked the nurse.

"I'm afraid so doctor."

"Okay I'll be right there." The nurse then rushed back to the room she came from.

Carson pulled off his gloves quickly turning to Rodney he said, "I have to go and try to stay out of trouble. Come back tomorrow so I can check on your stitches." Turning away from the scientist he hurried off.

"Wait Carson what's going on?" asked Rodney but the doctor was gone already.

Rodney stayed on the bed for a while pondering what just happened. After a few minutes he rose and left the infirmary for his office still wondering what was unfolding in the infirmary.

Author's Note: Thank you so very much for the reviews. I was going to include this chapter with chapter one but I thought it would be too long. I'll try not to make them too short next time. Keep sending me reviews please. 