Sorry, guys, but although I do enjoy toying with you in a rather mean fashion, future updates will be slower, not because of me, but because we have reached the point up to where Jackie has written. I told you we were catching up with her. Now is your chance to offer suggestions on the plot – a chance you will probably never have again as she is complaining that I made her post this before it was completed. The poor woman is crumbling under the pressure! LOL. - Flatkatsi
Supporting Rumors - Part 19
"Hey Sam."
Sam murmured and curled tighter. Her eyes were red and swollen, and her hair had gone way beyond the definition of bed hair
"Perhaps we should let her sleep longer."
Daniel straightened up from the bed. "Yeah. I wish they'd have let us see Jack first."
They settled down to wait. After receiving a call from General Hammond and the news he gave them, they literally dropped everything to go be with their friends, thankful they were at last able to do so after things had calmed down at the SGC. Their only regret was that they couldn't have been there sooner.
They'd all spent so many times over the years, waiting for a team mate to come round in an infirmary that being in a strange hospital, hundreds of miles from the Mountain, made no difference.
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Doctor Hill had been reluctant at first to allow the men to even see Sam, but General Hammond had insisted that they were close, much closer than some families were in fact, and that they would be of considerable support to Mrs O'Neill. They could help run interference when Jack awoke.
Doctor Hill was a little aghast at first at General Hammond's use of the expression, 'run interference', but after due consideration and a quick mental summing up of her patient's 'character,' she realized that was quite the right sentiment to attach.
She sighed heavily and just hoped that such interference would be warranted . . . it would at least mean her patient was still alive.
They'd had a couple of hiccoughs, to put it mildly, during the first few hours after surgery and she had come close to getting Mrs O'Neill roused, but, so far, it hadn't been necessary. Her patient seemed to be stubborn enough to beat the odds.
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Sam stretched. She felt warm and fuzzy and not just a little disoriented. Her tongue felt two sizes too big for her mouth and she was very thirsty. Blearily she regarded the paper cup and straw that seemed to magic itself into her line of sight. She sucked greedily and having had her fill sank back against the pillow. She focused on the figure returning the cup to the side table and jerked up in surprise.
"Daniel!" she exclaimed.
"Hey, wondered how long you'd be, sleepy head." He gave her a smile and pulled her into a warm hug.
"Oh Daniel. Oh God, how's Jack?"
"He's … he's …"
"O'Neill is maintaining himself."
"Oh Teal'c!" Sam gave the man a smile she was so glad to see him – see them both. "… holding his own?" She frowned and threw the light cover back. Her clothes were crumpled and as she stood the room spun a little.
"Whoa."
A steadying hand grabbed her and eased her down to sit on the bed.
"Okay?"
"Bit too quick I think." She gave a rueful smile. She desperately needed to go sit with her husband, to see for herself …
Husband. Oooops. She gave Daniel another smile. She had some explaining to do, hadn't she? Damn Jack. Trust him to use a little excuse like major surgery and being unconscious to get out of this. But that could wait …
"I am sorry we were not here sooner."
Sam's smile was genuine. "You're here now, both of you."
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Doctor Hill was soon tracked down by Teal'c at Sam's request for further news and she took a few minutes to shoo both men out while she gave Sam a quick once over and finally allowed them back in at Sam's insistence and General Hammond accompanied them.
Doctor Susan Hill had in all her years experience seen a lot, done an awful lot more … and without a doubt, these people, and she included her patient and General Hammond in this, were the most eclectic group she'd come across.
The men regarded her solemnly, concern written on their features, although the dark man was much harder to read, she had no doubt about how he felt. Mrs O'Neill sat dry eyed, but clearly distressed as she waited to hear the latest news.
How did you begin to tell people that someone they loved … and she had no doubt now that she saw them together, about how close they were, man and wife aside that was … that they were perilously close to losing them … it was never easy … she would never get used to that – and she hoped she never would.
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TBC
