"Sweetheart, I was so worried you sounded so troubled on the phone. Then we got a call about a shooting over the radio."
"Pete, please not here. I'm on duty."
"Can't you at least have a cup of coffee with me. I drove all the way back here just to see if I could help you. Come on let's go to the cafeteria and you can tell me about it. It will give you something to do beside sit out here and wait. You know what hospitals are like. Who was shot or is that classified?"
All the while he was leading her away from the room that was the flurry of activity.
"You don't know?"
"Well actually I do, can't do anything in public that gets completely hushed up. There was a police report. He's okay?"
"I just don't know. At first…"
Instead of turning right toward the cafeteria he lead her left toward the small coffee shop by the gift shop.
"They've got the best working on him, right? So who do you think did this, some jealous husband or an angry alien?" Pete smirked.
"Pete for god sake, be serious, the Colonel...General wouldn't…"
"Ah come on babe, you don't think the husband of some broad he's boffing…"
"He wouldn't do that."
"He's just a man, Sam. He's no angel."
"What do you know about him?" Her tone angry and getting louder by the minute."
Teal'c ran up the hall behind them.
"Colonel Carter. Your presence is requested in O'Neill's room."
"Hey give her a minute T, can't your see she need a break."
Teal'c glared at the man then dismissed the very thought of him as insignificant."You are needed."
Sam shook off Pete's insistent grasp of her arm and bolted back to O'Neill's bedside.
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Dr Warner examined the films first taken when the General had been taken to the hospital and the ones just developed. It seemed that a sliver of the casing of the phone had pierced O'Neill's chest and due to his earlier agitation, it nicked a pulmonary artery. Warner was preparing to operate immediately before O'Neill bled out. The only other possibility was if Sam could use the Healing Device as Warner extracted the shard of plastic. This would be less invasive and save O'Neill having his chest cavity opened.
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Pete was totally pissed, to be dismissed by that alien – O'Neill's own Praetorian Guard. And then to have that lap dog, Daniel, tell the SF's at the door not to let anyone else in O'Neill's room. Who did they think they were? He knew O'Neill had this god complex, but the rest of them - so damn high and might. Who were they to keep him from Sam? She was his now and all he needed was a little more time and that over blown bastard out of his way then he could shape her to his liking. And then the rest of them would be meaningless. And just to think he'd be paid for the sublime pleasure of wasting O'Neill. Could life get better?
Right now he needed to find something, something like morphine or insulin, something that would appear to be a error on the part of the doctors or nurses. And so he paced through the hospital looking for some unattended meds. He was having no luck and had to revise his plans. The big boys he was playing with, who ever the hell they were, didn't seem to handle failure well so he might have to take thing into his own hands – his very own hands again.