Sam woke with the feeling someone was looking at her and glancing up she saw his
brown eyes. She smiled and he squeezed her hand.
"What happened?"
"What do you remember?"
He seemed a little stronger but still a little breathless.
"I was… putting out… the recycling."
"Anything else?"
"Some son of a bitch… shot me."
"How do you feel?"
"High as a kite… still hurts."
Hearing the voices Daniel nuked the meal and brought it in along with more ice chips for O'Neill.
"Hey. Good to see you lucid Jack." Daniel just grinned knowing that it would drive O'Neill crazy. And he gave the tray to Sam.
"What? What did I say?"
"Nothing sir. Daniel!"
"Hey… food? What ya got?"
"Looks like a cheese omelet and some hash browns, you're hungry?"
"Kind of, no breakfast."
"We'd better ask Dr. Warner if you can eat."
"… cryin out loud."
"They might have to operate."
"Shit. On what? knee again? when I fell?"
"You don't remember?"
"No. just remember …early ..trying to outwit …the raccoons."
Carter cast a worried glance at Daniel.
"…get in your garbage?"
"No sir" she said with a relieved smile "It's usually the neighbor hood dogs."
"oughta get a dog. Carter whatcha got? Daniel, find out… they gonna starve me."
Sam placed the tray on the bed side table and picked up the ice chips.
"Thirsty?"
He nodded his head and she spooned some of the chips in his mouth she sat again and again he grasped her hand. His hand tightened on hers as he coughed a bit on the cool water trickling down his throat. Then his color paled and started to gray. What Sam was most aware of was his hand. It trembled and went slack.
Dr. Warner was strolling into the room with Daniel as Sam rose and shouted for them.
The first thing Warner did was uncover O'Neill's leg but it remained unchanged. Then he drew the blanket and sheet down to check his vitals. O'Neill left hand was on his breast with a small trickle of blood seeping through his fingers. The gauze beneath was awash with blood. At first he rolled the unconscious man to look at his back to see if they had missed another wound but found it sound. Dr. Warner called for more units of blood, the IV flow to be wide open and a portable X-ray, fearful they had missed something vital. At this point he asked that the room be cleared because of the radiation from the use of the machine.
"What happened?"
"What do you remember?"
He seemed a little stronger but still a little breathless.
"I was… putting out… the recycling."
"Anything else?"
"Some son of a bitch… shot me."
"How do you feel?"
"High as a kite… still hurts."
Hearing the voices Daniel nuked the meal and brought it in along with more ice chips for O'Neill.
"Hey. Good to see you lucid Jack." Daniel just grinned knowing that it would drive O'Neill crazy. And he gave the tray to Sam.
"What? What did I say?"
"Nothing sir. Daniel!"
"Hey… food? What ya got?"
"Looks like a cheese omelet and some hash browns, you're hungry?"
"Kind of, no breakfast."
"We'd better ask Dr. Warner if you can eat."
"… cryin out loud."
"They might have to operate."
"Shit. On what? knee again? when I fell?"
"You don't remember?"
"No. just remember …early ..trying to outwit …the raccoons."
Carter cast a worried glance at Daniel.
"…get in your garbage?"
"No sir" she said with a relieved smile "It's usually the neighbor hood dogs."
"oughta get a dog. Carter whatcha got? Daniel, find out… they gonna starve me."
Sam placed the tray on the bed side table and picked up the ice chips.
"Thirsty?"
He nodded his head and she spooned some of the chips in his mouth she sat again and again he grasped her hand. His hand tightened on hers as he coughed a bit on the cool water trickling down his throat. Then his color paled and started to gray. What Sam was most aware of was his hand. It trembled and went slack.
Dr. Warner was strolling into the room with Daniel as Sam rose and shouted for them.
The first thing Warner did was uncover O'Neill's leg but it remained unchanged. Then he drew the blanket and sheet down to check his vitals. O'Neill left hand was on his breast with a small trickle of blood seeping through his fingers. The gauze beneath was awash with blood. At first he rolled the unconscious man to look at his back to see if they had missed another wound but found it sound. Dr. Warner called for more units of blood, the IV flow to be wide open and a portable X-ray, fearful they had missed something vital. At this point he asked that the room be cleared because of the radiation from the use of the machine.