It had been a few days since Carson and Goodrich had been injected with the antidote and they were showing signs of improvement. John and his team had spent most of those days camped out by Carson's bed until they were sent out to grab a bite to eat. They were not very happy with that news; knowing that Carson could wake up any minute but Dr. Biro promised them if he woke when they were gone she would contact them.

Carson was suddenly aware of the fact that he was lying on a bed. He could hear the beeping of a heart monitor. Straining his ears he could hear a ventilator and another heart monitor that sounded from across the room. Frustrated at himself for falling asleep he tried waking up completely but found his eyelids to be heavy. When he was finally able to open them he had to blink a few times to clear his vision. He found himself looking up at the ceiling; he frowned to himself when he realized he was lying in one of the infirmary's beds. Turning his head to the side he saw Goodrich across the room, he had to get over to the Private. Carson quickly sat up, trying to get over to Goodrich, only to grab his head, as the world seemed to spin around him. As soon as it stopped spinning he started to climb out of the bed. He was unaware of the IV line and heart monitor wires pulling against his skin. Carson wasn't even fully aware he pulled off the nasal cannula on his face. He swung his legs over the side of the bed and started to climb down. The moment his feet touched the floor, he felt them crumple beneath him. He sank to the floor slowly and succeeded in ripping out his IV and the wires attached to him. Somewhere behind him he heard an alarm going off. He wondered what it was for as he tried getting up and looking behind him at the noise, not being very successful in both.

"Carson!"

He looked over at the frantic voice and saw Dr. Biro and a nurse hurrying over. They grabbed his arms gently and helped him up. He struggled weakly against them, trying to free himself from their grasp.

"Where do you think you're going?" Dr. Biro asked.

"I need to work on a cure for Goodrich and to ask Dr. Weir if Sheppard's team is back. Would you be so kind as to let go of my arm?"

"Dr. Beckett he's fine and you're in no condition to be moving around. Please stop fidgeting; if you don't stop I'll have to sedate you."

At that he stopped struggling against them and let them help him back into the bed. Once he was back in the bed, the nurse shut off the alarm that was still going off as Dr. Biro put the nasal cannula back on his face. He didn't understand why he needed one but didn't want to start complaining and give her an excuse to sedate him.

Dr. Biro turned to the nurse and asked, "Can you bring me another IV line and some gaze please?"

The nurse nodded and left. Carson finally realized his arm was throbbing looked down and was shocked to see it bleeding. He also saw he was in a pair of infirmary scrubs.

"I had an IV line?"

"Yes and now you have a nasty cut. I'm going to have to put a new one in on your other arm."

Before he could say anything the nurse came back with the supplies and gave them to Dr. Biro.

"Thank you. Can you call Dr. Weir and tell her Dr. Beckett is awake. Oh be sure to contact Colonel Sheppard and his team too."

"Sure," the nurse said and turned to leave. She turned back quickly and turned to Carson. "It's good to see you up Dr. Beckett."

"Uh…thanks," he replied with a slight frowned, not understanding why she was saying that.

The nurse then hurried off.

Dr. Biro took the gaze and wrapped it around Carson's bleeding arm, then started another IV line.

"Wait why am I on an IV and wearing scrubs?"

Dr. Biro sighed, "What's the last thing you remember?"

"Ah…" He racked his brain, trying to remember. "I called Dr. Weir in my office and um…" He paused not remembering anymore.

"Do you remember being infected with the same bacteria Goodrich?"

"Oh…yea."

"When were you planning on telling me? Before or after someone figured out by themselves?"

"Before, but I don't really remember telling you. And by the look on your face I'm assuming I never told you. I'm sorry."

"You should be. How could you not tell anyone you were infected? You're the CMO; I thought you had enough common sense to. Do you know what it feels like to find your boss beside his desk unconscious and having to wait twenty minutes before being able to work on a cure while he was getting worse?"

Carson shook his head. There were a few minutes of silence.

"I'm sorry."

"I know Carson. It's just that you had us all worried for a few days."

"Carson." They both looked toward the door and saw Elizabeth standing there.

"Hello Elizabeth."

She walked over toward them. "It's good to see you up. How do you feel?"

"Better, sorry for the scare."

"It's okay, I'm just glad you're feeling better."

"Hi Carson," John said walking into the room with his team.

Giving them a smile he glanced at John's team and noticed Rodney's left hand was held stiffly against his side.

Dreading Rodney's response Carson asked him, "Rodney did you hurt your hand again?"

"Well…yes sort of, it's my wrist this time. I was hoping you would look at it." He said practically shoving his arm in Carson's face.

After inspecting the wrist Carson said, "It doesn't appear to be broken. May I ask how you managed to injury yourself again?"

"He fell down a hill while we were collecting the water sample," John said with a grin on his face.

"Please tell me you let someone look at it besides me," said Carson with a pleading look.

"Ah…I was pretty busy. I was going to…"

"He just doesn't trust your staff," John remarked.

"Rodney, you waited until I was awake to get your wrist checked?"

"I tried patching it up myself but I figured I would let you work your voodoo on it."

"I'm pleased that you have enough faith in me to patch you up again but I hope you know my staff is more than capable of handling your numerous injuries."

"I know. I don't have too many injuries, well at least not intentionally; I don't try to hurt myself. I wouldn't have gone hurt this time if it wasn't for Sheppard."

"What's that suppose to mean McKay?" John asked.

"I think you know what it means."

Carson looked at both of them, trying to figure out what they were talking about.

"Let's not start this again. I told you before its not like I pushed you down that hill, you were just being clumsy again."

"Are you calling me clumsy?"

"No, I'm calling you an accident prone scientist."

Teyla rolled her eyes as Aiden started laughing.

"I'm an accident prone scientist? Then what does that make you?"

As their argument continued Dr. Biro looked down at Carson and found him asleep. She smiled and shook her head slightly; she was surprised Carson could fall asleep with Rodney and John arguing right next to him.

"Excuse me, Dr. McKay and Colonel Sheppard can you please take your argument to another room before you wake up my patient?"

They suddenly stopped and looked at Carson's sleeping form. Nodding their heads they made their way towards the door.

"Dr. McKay, make sure you stay a while so a nurse can take another look at your wrist."

"Ah…is that really necessary? I mean Carson already looked at it."

"Rodney," Elizabeth said with a warning tone in her voice.

"Okay, okay."

Dr. Biro sighed, it looked like things were going back to normal; Carson and Goodrich were going to be fine.

Fin.

A.N: I finally finished it.  I hope you all liked my story and thank you for reading it, especially to those of you who have reviewed it. Was clear enough? Too long or not enough? Not interesting? (Hopefully not). Any suggestions? Please let me know…