I'm a doctor, not a . . .
by Bluestar1
Disclaimer: I do not own Stargate, not any of the characters/items etc. associated with them. Nor am I making any money from these, I write them for entertainment purposes only.
Having dealt with Ford's baby pterodactyl (and having most of the female nurses oooh and aaah over it), Carson was taking the time to put a plaster(1) on his nipped fingers. He had barely found the box, however, when the sound of light footsteps behind him made him turn around. "Teyla! What can I do for you? No more dinosaurs, I hope?" His expression begged her to say no.
"No, Doctor," Teyla said to his relief. She continued seriously: "There is a problem on the mainland with some of the herd animals we have had imported."
"A problem? What sort of problem?"
Teyla sighed, and repeated herself. "Some of the herd animals my people are raising have become ill, and they do not know why. My people wish you to see if you might heal them."
The doctor directed a harassed look at her. "Look, lassie, I'll do the best I can, but I'm a doctor, not a vet."
"I am sure you will do all you can, Doctor." Teyla's brown eyes were amused as Carson sighed and grabbed his bag.
He had the sneaking suspicion that today was going to be one of those days.
1. Band-aid, for all of you who speak American English.