Was it something I said? I seemed to have lost a few readers. Pouts I had like a hundred less hits than before. Anyway, here is the next chapter. I don't know much about medical things, so forgive me if some of this is wrong. I'm only 13!

P.S. I don't have a beta, all mistakes are mine.

Over the next few hours, the creatures left Teyla and John alone, but the rain picked up. The cave was a little over two feet from the ground but it was beginning to flood nonetheless. Teyla had picked it because she thought it was safe. If the rain kept up like it was, they would be flooded in a matter of hours. They would have to leave. Teyla knew that she was going to have to carry John, because he most definitely had an infection, and he was in and out of conscious most of the time. He had broken out in a sweat, and, when he was awake, he was delusional. This was like nothing she had ever seen. The infection was too aggressive. It should have taken days to set in so badly, but instead, it had been over a matter of hours.

The cave was about a foot deep when Teyla finally decided to go out into the rain. The creatures were still out, and she had to take care of both herself and John. Waiting until he woke again to tell him the plan, Teyla packed all of their little belongings. She had bandages for John, some MRE's, and the thermal blanket that she had decided not to use. Nothing to help with John's infection. Finally, he woke up. Teyla was having to sit on a large rock, John's head in her lap to keep it above the water.

"Tey?" John asked, looking around the water filled cave. His blue eyes were hazy, and he had trouble forming the few words he spoke.

"The cave is filling with water, we must leave." Teyla explained, tossing the bag over her shoulder and helping John into a standing position. He leaned heavily against her, not being able to stand on his own feet.

"No .. 'ant o out ... to dan'gres." His worry was showing, even though Teyla could barely understand him.

"We must. The rain is filling up the cave."

Soon,they left. Keeping inside the forest, Teyla prayed that she would not run into the creatures. Carrying John and fighting the creatures would be too much. Shifting John's weight, Teyla struggled to see through the rain. It was thick, like a blanket, as it fell around her. Teyla climbed a large hill, where the rain was not so high. John continued to stay awake, but he was babbling nonsense. Teyla didn't know how much longer John had until the infection broke down his systems. Stopping for a break, Teyla placed John gently under a thick tree. The rain still fell upon them, but it wasn't as thick.

Joining him under the tree, Teyla pulled out her knife, ready to fight anything that this planet could throw at her. As John finally fell back to sleep, Teyla's worst fears were confirmed. One of the creatures began descending upon therm. Jumping up, Teyla ran out into the rain, trying t lead the creature away form John. It worked. The creature dropped to the ground, using it's large, clawed feet to walk across the ground toward her. Holding out her knife, Teyla took a deep breath, preparing herself. As the creature came into her reach, Teyla gripped the knife tightly, spinning around in a circle and ripping the blade through the creature's skin.

It shrieked loudly as the red blood poured from the cut Teyla had made. It's right wing was injured. Teyla dropped to the ground, rolling out of the way of the incoming blow. It's other hand, which was connected to the underside of the wing, thrust it's claws into the ground where Teyla had been only seconds before. Jumping to her feet, Teyla backed off. The creature was getting more aggressive. It ran after her, screeching loudly. Teyla knew that was a call for the other creatures. Running forward, Teyla plunged her knife through the creature's heart, or she thought that was where it's heart was. As the knife tore through the scaly skin, the creature gave one last swish of it's hand. Teyla was distracted, and didn't notice. The two claws plunged into her shoulder.

Dropping to her knees, Teyla pulled out the claws, putting her hand to her shoulder. The warm blood seeped through her fingers, mixing with the rain. Looking to the sky, Teyla let the rain fall upon her face, drawing the tears away. The pain was too much. The claws had gone all the way through, and she was losing a lot f blood. Staggering over to John, she dropped down beside him and used some of the remaining bandages around her shoulder.

Soon, John awoke again. When he did, he saw Teyla. She was leaning against him, the blood from her arm now soaked through the bandages. Although he could barely make out what was going on around him, John did the best he could to wrap Teyla's shoulder up. He took off his shirt, wincing as it went over his injured arm, and removed the old bandages from Teyla's shoulder. Ripping the shirt into pieces, he used it to make a sling. Stay awake, he thought to himself, just a little longer. Teyla needs you...

Forcing himself to concentrate on Teyla, he finished the bandaging job, using some of the bandages to make into a sling for Teyla. Then, exhausted, he fell back onto the tree. He was worried by the amount of effort it took him to help Teyla. Closing his eyes, finally tired of the fight to stay awake, John fell into a deep sleep.

Teyla awoke to cold, freezing cold. As she tried to wrap her arms around herself, she realized that one of her arms was immobile. Looking down, she saw that it was wrapped up good, and the old bandages were discarded on the ground beside her. The blood that was in them were being mixed with the rain, a pinkish trail leading away from them. The next thing Teyla noticed was that John was not wearing a shirt. Teyla reached over and placed a hand on his forehead. He was burning up, despite the freezing rain drenching them to the bone.
Teyla realized, that unless she found something to help them, she would soon be infected from the creature, too. Struggling to her feet, she helped John to his feet. They had to move.The amount of blood that she had lost would soon lead the creatures to their hiding place. As she walked out from under the large, thick tree, Teyla noticed the dead creature. It was covered in thick, reddish blood. In the little day-light they had, Teyla could see the dead creature better. It was large, and it's blood was not a dark red, like she had thought before. It was actually a very light blood, even slightly pink, and it was much thicker than human blood.

Not dwelling on little things, Teyla struggled on, already feeling the effects of the infection setting in her arm. She was warm now, and she knew that she shouldn't be. Finally, after an hour of wandering around, Teyla found a small cave that was on a hill, so that the rain didn't fill it. Teyla helped John inside, dropping down beside him. She hadn't seen any of the creatures, so they must only come out at night. They would have to travel during the day.

Falling to sleep, Teyla entered the only place she was safe; inside her own mind.

"Teyla?" Came the weak voice from beside her. John was awake. Teyla's sat up, wiping some of the sweat from her forehead. Her mind was still clear, and she could form whole words.

"Yes, Colonel?"

"Call me 'ohn." He stuttered.

"Fine, John." Teyla smiled a little. Despite the unusual circumstances, John still wanted to be called by his first name.

"Are you 'k?" He asked, trying to pull himself into a sitting position. Teyla reached over, helping him.

"I am fine. It is you I am worried about. The bleeding has stopped, but the infection in your arm is only getting worse." Teyla said, peeling back the wrappings on his arm. It had turned an light, green color where the infection was worst. Wincing, Teyla dipped the remaining bandages in the rain water outside and used it to clean John's arm as best as she could. But as much as she tried, she couldn't wipe away the green color. His skin had turned green from the infection, and it was only getting worse. Wrapping the wet bandages around John's arm, Teyla sat back, leaning up against him for warmth. She felt hot, but she knew that it was about two degrees outside, and they needed to stay warm.

"Tey?"

"Yes, John?"

"Wha' we do?" He was shivering now, and could barely form words at all.

"We have to find medicine."

"Where?" John said, struggling with the word before he finally got it out.

"Ronon."

Dun dun dun! Well, next chapter, they are going to break into Ronon's cave and steal some of their tings back. Or will they? Should I make John die?

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