A/N: Okay, so I know this chapter is short and is a filler chapter, but I wanted a little humor before I went back to the angst. Next chapter should be up asap. Hope you enjoy, and thanks to everyone who reviewed. Also, please let me know if Carson's accent is coming out accurately, I'm sooo not good at doing accents.
A moment later a soft bang was followed by the clang of the rear hatch hitting the floor of the Daedalus. Between John, Carson, and the awaiting medical personal, Ronon was gently lifted onto the stretcher and quickly wheeled towards the med bay with the rest of his anxious team in tow.
The barrage of medical personnel waiting at the med bay cut off John's view of Ronon, and any further attempts to catch a glimpse of the runner lying prone on the gurney were interrupted by the nurse pulling him over to a gurney on the other side of the room. He looked at the rest of his team, noticing that they were receiving the same treatment. Only Rodney was allowed to remain in the waiting area, as he had not exited the puddle jumper. John sat impatiently threw his post mission exam, craning his neck around Ronon's privacy curtain to try to catch a glimpse of the man. Finally the nurse released both him and Teyla and ushered them to the waiting area where McKay was sitting and waiting.
Rodney merely glanced up from his laptop and mumbled something incoherent at their approach before once again immersing himself in whatever he had been working on.
It was hours before Carson finally came back out, looking completely exhausted and grim faced. Before McKay could even open his mouth, Carson cut him off.
"He's stable. He sustained a badly bruised collarbone, a mild concussion, and of course I had to finish stitching up his back. He also had 3 broken and 2 bruised ribs, and a bruised lung. My biggest concern is the bloody hole in his leg. Apparently a large piece of glass was wedged in his right leg and he must have pulled it out himself. It took me three damn hours to cut all the shards of glass free without permanently damaging any of the muscle. There's a chance of infection for the leg wound, considering that I highly doubt he used anything sterile to pull out the glass. I have him on a high dose on anti-biotics to try and stave off any infection, but there is still a chance it could get infected. And, bloody hell! Yes, you can see him!" Carson concluded having seen John nearly bouncing up and down waiting for the final verdict.
McKay bounded ahead of the rest of the team, expecting to see Ronon asleep. Instead, the runner was sitting up in bed, using the gurney's metal guardrail to sharpen a scalpel that he had obviously confiscated from the doctor.
John, Teyla, and Carson were speechless at the sight that greeted them, but Rodney, as usual, had plenty to say.
"What the hell are you doing? That's one of Carson's voodoo toys, not a freaking machete!"
"He took all of my knives." Ronon said, shooting a glare at the Scottish doctor. John would have sworn that for a second, just one second, he had seen the runner actually pout.
Carson quickly swooped in and snatched the scalpel from the big man's hands. Having lost his brand new toy, Ronon turned his attention to John.
"Sheppard," he said, drawing the man's attention from the scalpel back to the Satedan, " hold on to this for me." Ronon held out his hand to John, and in his outstretched palm there was a tooth. A large, non-human, vicious looking tooth. They all stared at it in horror struck curiosity before John broke the silence.
"Is it...his?" John asked, the implication being that it belonged to the Wraith that Carson had killed.
"Yeah." Ronon flashed a primal grin. "I thought I'd get a souvenir. Bout time I made a new necklace."
Once again the area surrounding Ronon's bed was silent before Carson finally decided to once again take control of the situation.
"Out! Now! All of you lot." He barked. They left quietly, hearing Carson once again mutter to himself, this time about Wraith teeth and scalpels.