Disclaimer: SGA-2 is a made up team…well there is a real one but I didn't know their names.

Chapter 3

2 days earlier

Carson was eating his lunch in the infirmary when he was interrupted by his radio.

"Dr. Beckett?"

It seemed like his quiet day without any emergencies was going to change. He put his sandwich aside and picked up his radio.

"This is Dr. Beckett."

"A medical team is needed in the gate room."

"Which team is coming back?"

"SGA-2 sir. They should be through the gate any minute now."

"Okay I'm coming."

He got up from his chair and put his radio in his lab coat pocket. He then hurried off to gather a team and some supplies.

In the gate room

The medical team just arrived in the gate room when SGA-2 came through the gate. The team seemed to be covered in mud. As the medical staff hurried over to them they noticed that Private Kyle Goodrich and Sergeant Samuel Edwin were both soaking wet. The Private also seemed to have a nasty cut on his forehead.

"Let's get all of you down to the infirmary," said Carson.

The SGA team seemed to grumble a bit but followed the good doctor and his staff to the infirmary.

Inside the infirmary Carson herded the team over to some beds. "Private could you grab a seat so I can examine that cut of yours."

Goodrich sat down on the bed and tried to remain still as Carson looked at his cut and the rest of his team waited nearby.

"You're going to need a few stitches. Don't worry it should only take a few minutes," said Carson. He then turned to the nurse nearby. "Could you get me a suture kit?"

"Sure Doctor," said the nurse and she left the room.

"Would any of you mind telling me how you managed to get so muddy and in some of your cases, wet?" asked Carson.

Goodrich seemed to bend his head slightly as some of the members of his team starting chucking a bit.

"Well," asked an amused Carson.

"Goodrich could you explain to Dr. Beckett how we ended up this way?" asked Edwin.

"Yes sir." He paused for a few minutes before starting. "Well...um...after searching the planet for any signs of life we headed back to the stargate after finding none. Half way there I...well it was kind of muddy and it was sort of up hill, so it was a difficult climb..." His voice trailed off as he tried to avoid continuing.

"He was going to say that he slipped, fell down the hill, and into the river," stated a Corporal Tom Reynolds. The team snickered a bit as Kyle's face turned red in his embarrassment.

"Okay, that's enough. I'm sure Kyle didn't mean to fall into the river," said Edwin to his team members grinning.

Carson shook his head slightly; SGA-2 was almost as bad as Colonel Sheppard's team.

"I understand how Goodrich got wet..." Carson turned to Edwin. "How did you manage to get wet Sergeant?"

"When Goodrich fell into the water he didn't surface right away so I went in after him. The water was pretty deep."

"Private did you swallow any water?" Carson asked Goodrich.

"Um I don't think so. Well come to think of it maybe a little bit."

Carson sighed and pulled out his stereoscope to listen to the Private's lungs.

"Take a deep breath in...And out."

He listened and was pleased to hear the Private's lungs seemed to be clear.

"It doesn't sound like you have any water in your lungs so you won't have to spend the night."

Goodrich grinned.

"I see that you're pretty disappointed by that news Private," Carson said sarcastically.

The nurse came back with the suture kit and handed it to Carson.

"Here you go Dr. Beckett."

He nodded his head and opened to the kit. Goodrich started fidgeting.

"Private can you sit still? I can't stitch you up if you're moving around."

Goodrich stopped moving and the cut was stitched up in a few minutes.

"You're free to go Private."

Goodrich hopped of the bed and moved toward the door.

"Um Dr. Beckett are the rest of us cleared to go too?" asked Private Paul Howell.

"Yes, unless you want to stay for a check up."

"Ah that's all right."

They quickly made their way to the door and right before they could leave Carson called after them.

"Private Goodrich make sure come back to the infirmary in a few days so I can check on your stitches. If you start feeling sick or dizzy be sure you come in immediately. No excuses."

Goodrich nodded.

"Make sure you change into something warm before you get sick, you too Sergeant."

They both nodded and inched closer to the door.

"The first thing we plan on doing Doctor."

Within seconds they were gone. Carson sighed to himself; it seemed to him that someone always came back with some injury after going off world.

A day later

Carson was in his office going over some charts when he noticed a very tired looking Goodrich come into the infirmary. He stood up and walked over to the private. "Private were you looking for me?" he asked.

"Yea."

"Okay son. How do you feel?"

"Not so great doctor."

"Okay let's go sit over there." He pointed to a bed on the other side of the room. Once there and the private sitting Carson began his examination. "Private are you having any headaches?"

"Yea, it started off as a small one and I thought that if I got some more sleep it would go away. When I woke up this morning it was worse. I was hoping you could give me something for it."

"Do you just have a headache?"

"Well. I am feeling like of cold."

"Okay I'm going to take your temperature." He quickly walked over to the supply cabinet and grabbed a thermometer. "Here open up." He placed the thermometer inside the Private's open mouth. It was silent while they waited for it to take the Private's temperature. Within a minute it started beeping. "Let's see," said Carson as he looked at the reading.

"Private it looks like you're going to be spending some time here. You have a fever of 104. I'll go get you some scrubs. I'll be right back."

Coming back and handing the Private some scrubs he said," After you change I'm going to need to take a blood sample from you."

"Okay, it's probably just some cold doctor. Couldn't I just stay in my room?"

"I rather be 100 sure you've got a cold before you go back to your room. After looking at your blood and running a few tests I'll be able to figure out what you have exactly."

"Okay, I guess."

The good doctor left as the Private changed his clothes. Goodrich hoped he only had a cold and nothing more serious, though he was starting to feel worse.

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