Teyla checked on the other children to make sure they were still sleeping, and then left the tent to find Beckett. He was talking with a few of the other doctors by the campfire, and was surprised to see her on the wrong side of the 'quarantine line.'

"What is it?" he asked as she approached.

"I would like to help take care of those that are ill," she told him. "I probably have also become infected." She quickly told him what had happened with Jinto. Beckett wasn't happy about it, but there was little that could be done about it now.

His most difficult patients had been the parents who were more concerned with taking care of their children instead of themselves, so he enlisted Teyla's help in trying to pacify them.

"Have you seen Darin and Vasir?" one mother asked of her sons as Teyla brought her some food and water.

"I have. They are with Jinto and Wex; they will be fine. You must rest while you have the chance, Nessa; you will be chasing after those boys again soon enough."

Nessa smiled; "They have had me at my wits end as of late. Always getting into everything." Teyla gave her a last smile before moving on to her next charge. Once she'd finished making rounds, she headed back to the campfire, warming her hands over the blaze. One of the doctors noticed her shiver.

"Are you cold?" he asked. She was freezing, actually, which was strange, because Teyla didn't think she should have gotten cold that fast.

"I will be fine," she replied. He handed her a second jacket anyway.

"We don't need any more patients." She obediently slipped the garment on over top of her team jacket.

Beckett approached them, having just left one of the children's tents. "A few of the girls are asking for you," he told Teyla. "I think they want a story to help with going to sleep." She smiled to herself, remembering the nights in Atlantis when all of the children would crowd into John's room for a bedtime story. She didn't have quite as colorful of tales as the city's military leader, but had a few things to share.

Marta, a girl only a couple years older than Jinto, had somehow managed to get both her younger sister and cousin on one cot with her, and all three girls were eagerly waiting for Teyla in their tent. "I was told you wanted to hear a story?" she said as she sat on the floor beside them.

"They do not believe that you have been on one of the Ancestors' ships," Marta told her.

"You mean the Aurora?"

Marta's sister, Alana, nodded. "It really is true?"

"Yes, it is. The Aurora was a great ship of the Ancestors many, many years ago."

"What happened to it?" Kailee asked.

Teyla smiled. "Its crew had been trying to get home for a very long time…"

By the time the hunting parties finally got finished with cleaning and storing everything, darkness was beginning to fall. "Would you like something to eat?" Halling asked Ronon as they walked back toward the main part of the settlement. He nodded.

"Sounds good to me."

Most of the medical team was also trying to get some dinner at the main campfire. "Where's Teyla?" Ronon asked Beckett as he noticed she was absent from the group.

"Tending to a few of the children who were having some difficulty going to sleep."

"Has she eaten?"

"We were going to take back a plate for her."

Ronon took the plate that was being offered to him. "I'll do it."

Beckett shook his head. "You'd risk being infected."

"Then give me one of those mask-things."

Ronon knew he was taking a pretty stupid gamble, but some gut feeling told him that going to find Teyla NOW was going to be important. As he approached the children's quarantine tents, he realized where that sense had come from. A brown-haired figure was sprawled on the ground, unconscious. The plate was dropped to the ground as Ronon ran to her side. As he felt for her pulse, he realized that she was burning up.

"Doctor!"

TBC...