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Spoilers: before I sleep, a little of some others maybe but mainly just that.

Disclaimer: I do not own stargate or any of the characters except the main kid whose POV this chapter is from, and a few made-up guys here and there.

I don't know how long it was before I was awake again. Could've been two hours, could've been two days, but at least I was conscious. I had been dreaming, and my memory was starting to come back, images and sounds from the time before the stasis pod swimming around in my head in a confused jumble, trying to straighten themselves out and make sense of it all. I was weak, and I almost wanted to go back to sleep. But curiosity overtook that need and insisted that I keep in touch with the outside world. Alright, time for damage assessment.

I allowed my eyes to peak open cautiously, only to squeeze them shut at the cruel and bright light that my efforts were greeted with. I sighed. This was not going to be a quick and easy one-day recovery. I forced my eyes back open, though I did it slowly, and my eyes reluctantly readjusted to the seemingly intense illumination. 'Where am I?' I thought, when I noticed that the beeping I had heard was still going. Then my brain clicked on a memory. Heart monitor! This one sounded different, but that was definitely what it was. That meant I was in some kind of hospital. At least I didn't feel nauseous at every movement anymore. My limbs were stiff, and there was this persistent headache that was pounding at the back of my head.

Ah, such is life. I sighed again. Things just hadn't been to well for me or the others for the past few-wait. Then I remembered what my mind had began to touch on before I last fell asleep. I felt a cold knot wedge itself deep in my gut. I shuddered at the fact that I could've been in there for...for a very long time. A very, very long time. Too long...

I shook this out of my thoughts. No time for that now, I had questions that needed answers. I wanted someone to talk to, to explain everything to me, to tell me everything would be alright. I needed-no! I cursed myself for acting so desperate. I couldn't let myself go down that road, I had to try and handle this. Couldn't act like a little kid. Slight breathing took my thoughts from my inner battle and my eyes to my left, and my heart gave an almost-joyful little leap. There was a man hunched over what was obviously a desk, his eyes closed and his breathing steady. Sleeping. I almost smiled. The patient's awake but the doctor is sleeping.

Suddenly his eyes snapped open, as if a noiseless alarm had gone off in his head, causing my stomach to do a little flip-flop from the sudden movement. Doing a little yawn, he grabbed the notebook he had been sprawled across and stood up as he did so. He glanced at me quickly just once as he walked past, but then a little light seemed to blink on in his head and he looked back and, seeing me awake, his jaw kind of dropped for a split second. But he regained his composure as quick as he had lost it, jerking his eyes quickly to some sort of round device that was on his wrist before looking back to me.

"Hello?" he said softly and maybe a little uncertainly as he walked up to the side of my bed. "How are ya feelin'? Do you think yer up to talkin'?"

Ah, so this was the strange voiced one. He looked nice enough, but then again anybody would at that point to me. My voice was another matter. I hadn't tried my mouth yet. My tongue was a little tingly and my mouth was dry, but not that bad.

"Wur 'm I?" I managed to mumble.

"Yer in the infirmary in Atlantis. Do you know where that is?" he asked, taking notes as he did so.

Atlantis. Yes, I knew what that was. It was my home. It was where I had been resting for the past, wait, how many years?

I had to ask the question. I had to know how long it had been, but...I was scared. Scared of what the answer would be, of how long I had been 'sleeping' in the stasis pod.

I took a deep breath. "Hw long?" I mumbled, though dread filled my heart as I anticipated the answer.

Funky-voice blinked. "Excuse me?"

"Th' stas's pod. How long?"

I saw a little bit of confusion in his eyes, but then it was quickly replaced with a mix of sympathy and sadness. He patted my shoulder with his free hand and smiled a little sadly.

"You get yer sleep, lass. We'll talk when yer feelin' better, but right now ya need ta get yer strength back."

No. I didn't want to sleep. I wanted to know. My heart was fluttering in my chest with impatience and frustration as he turned around and headed for a smaller room which broke off from mine. I wanted to call out to him and demand an answer, but I couldn't. I could barely talk as it was, much less yell. Besides, I knew from experience it is no use arguing with a doctor, as this man obviously was. I closed my eyes, trying to snuff into silence the fears building in my heart. Where was I really? Could I believe these people? Was there anyone left of our people? People, familiar faces, and memories, both comforting and painful, flooded my mind. I squeezed my eyes and a single tear, one single tear, stretched and made it's way down my cheek.

There were other people, but I was alone.

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