AN: Yippee, we're in Highlander Medic! Plus: It's still Highland Game season in bonnie Scotland, yay.
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Carson sat up against the bed and crossed his legs, if the entries continued like that, this was going to be a long read. With a pleased sigh he turned over to the next page:
Dear Diary,
really now: this was the crappiest day I ever had since I was persuaded to come here. As we were hunted back through the Stargate by a horde of these repellent Wraith stinkers I, poor scientist that I really am, took a hit from one of their stunners.
But not that I'd only have to spend about four hours in Beckett's infirmary after it, oh no, I was PARALYZED all over my itching body I couldn't even speak.
And of course Beckett and Sheppard found the whole thing extraordinary funny; none of these ignorants even thought of a little consolation for me, selfish that they are. They could have at least thought of rubbing my stiff, ice-cold feet...
You have to excuse me now, my left foot is itching hell out of me.
Soon, Rodney
(Note to myself: Wear warmer socks in the future, start now.)
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Rodney should really stop wailing so much, Carson decided. What was so horrible about being temporarily paralyzed?
He wondered how much the Canadian would have cried when he had been bounced by a grown-up Highland bull, supposedly a whole lot more than he himself had actually done back in his childhood days.
With a compassionate smirk he continued to read:
Dear Diary,
Sergeant Bates is an ass. (Most of the other hoo-ah fellows are pissians, too, but he's definitely the worst one in the entire bunch.)
Did he really order me to search Teyla's personal things? How can he expect me to do that? I'm no brainless drug-sniffle dog (not that I would mind to find something delicate or so...)
But you know what irks me the most? He was right about it. You know how pissed I am when I'm wrong, especially when the affair involves a creep like him or Kavanough...
Note to myself: Find Kavanough and Bates a nice, damp and dark hole on the mainland, where they can spent the rest of their monotonous lives together in harmony, on the next occasion possible.
Poor Teyla, I wished she'd smack Bates right onto his empty head with one of her combat stick for all these accusations he has made against her, though she is completely innocent and didn't know that she was carrying a Wraith transmitter device at all.
All right, that's all for today. See you tomorrow.
Rodney
P.S.: And, no, I won't found a hit-by-a-stunner club with Ford and Sheppard, since they still don't realize how few they've suffered compared to me.
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Carson rolled his eyes to the ceiling, perhaps he should really consider setting up a glass of candy for Rodney, to reward him for each time he was a good kid during treatments and didn't wail.
He kept the thought in mind during he continued to study the next day's self-pitying entries.
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AN: Okay, that much for this week. CU, Baalsgirl