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.
Silence.
Carson Beckett took a deep, careful breath and looked around as his brightly-lit and empty sickbay. Atlantis slept, for the most part, and all was quiet. No alien invasion, no strange technological accidents, nobody with even a bruise from falling over Doctor Zelenka.
Whoever had said that silence was golden had been completely accurate, as far as he was concerned.
At that exact moment, however . . .
CRASH bang thud CLATTER clunk. "Yoooow! Who put that bucket there?"
Beckett sighed. That had sounded like Rodney.
Sure enough, Rodney McKay limped through the sickbay doors. "Carson, how did that bucket get there? I was walking along, reviewing the specs on the Puddlejumper, when . . . ahem. Anyway, is there anything you can do for my ankle? I think I sprained it."
Rodney sat himself firmly on the bed nearest Carson and stuck a booted foot out for inspection.
"Look, Rodney, I'm a doctor, not a . . . Oh, right. Yeah, it's been one of those days." Carson rubbed his forehead as he went to tend the skittish scientist.
Author's Note: This is the last in the "I'm a doctor, not a . . ." series. Thank you to everyone who read this, and an even bigger thank you to everyone who reviewed. Reviews are food for the author's soul.