The sound of nearby pacing broke through the Major's half-sleep state; he groaned softly, that was the problem with the infirmary, it was never quiet enough to get any real rest around here. He cracked an eye open and waited for the figure to come into focus, "Col?"

John gave him a slightly sheepish grin, "Sorry Lorne, didn't mean to wake you."

Evan waved him off with his good hand, "I'm surprised you're not in the Doc's room, sir."

"Oh- I- ah, how are you feeling?"

Even the pounding in his head didn't stop Lorne from realizing that something was up with Sheppard, but he and Beckett's relationship wasn't exactly any of his business. "I've been better sir," he admitted honestly. "You know Col, the Doc surprised me in there. After all the stories I'd heard about him off world, I kinda expected him to crack under the pressure, but he was completely calm and collected. Hell, he was way more useful in there than I was."

John smiled proudly, that was his Carson alright; you put him into a true emergency and the man excelled, especially if he had a patient to take care of. "What exactly happened in there Major?"

"Well, I guess I must have been knocked unconscious when the room started caving the first time…

The first thing he was aware was the absolute silence of the room, it was almost as if time had stopped completely; the second thing he was aware of was a white hot pain shooting down his arm and across his chest when he tried to move. Lorne couldn't help the small cry of pain and surprise that passed his lips.

Beckett was at his side a second later, "lay still lad, and let me get a look at ye."

Evan was ready for another spike of pain, but the doctor's hands were surprisingly gentle as he examined the shoulder without jostling it. He couldn't see much in near darkness that coated the room, but he was able to discern that the Scot wasn't moving with his usual grace. "You hurt at all, Doc?"

"Nay lad, just a couple of bruises." Carson quickly steered the conversation back to the Major's injuries; "well son, it looks as if you've dislocated you're shoulder. Let me check on Marsh and Beverly and then we'll get it put back in for ye. The door appears to be sealed so we may be stuck in here for a wee bit."

Lorne nodded as Beckett moved across the lab to check on the two scientists; he'd heard that putting a shoulder back in socket could be extremely painful, but he had to wonder if it could be even half as bad as having the damn thing out. His heart beat a little faster as he heard a very long string of what could only be Gaelic curses.

"Major, if you're up for it, I could use a hand over here."

Beckett's voice was solid, but Evan was able to note the increased edge of fear in it. "Be right there, Doc." He cradled his arm to his chest as securely as possible before gently getting to his feet; unfortunately his precautions didn't help all that much as the fire continued to radiate from his shoulder. He quickly moved to where Carson was kneeling by Dr Beverly Seaver's legs and took the proffered flashlight. Lorne let out a low whistle as the beam caught the blood covering the doctor's face and arm; even in the brief flash of light, he could see the deep bruising already beginning to form.

"Doc, you know you're bleeding?"

"Aye, I'm aware of that son, but right now Beverly needs my attention more. Shine the torch just there, would you."

Evan moved the beam of light down to Seaver's leg where Carson had indicated and saw the pool of blood growing by the second. While Atlantean architecture was beautiful, it apparently made for some very dangerous debris when blown apart. He watched in fascination as Beckett's nimble hands worked within Seaver's leg, repairing the blood vessels and effectively halting the life-threatening bleeding.

Carson sat back and scrutinized his handiwork; "Aye, that'll do until we can get her into surgery; now let me get a batter look at that shoulder of yours." He re-claimed the flashlight and quickly dug through his medical kit. A minute later he was swearing again, this time in English, "bloody hell; well Major, it appears I dinna have any muscle relaxants, and I'm afraid that shoulder's not going back in without them. I'll just bind it up for ye until we get out of here."

Lorne watched silently as Beckett made short work of securing his arm to his chest; it wasn't a complete fix, but it did manage to take some of the weight off the abused joint. When Carson turned back from repacking his kit, Evan noted the fresh blood that continued to wash over his face and arm; "Shouldn't we get you taken care of now, Doc?"

"Well unless you know how to stitch one-handed lad, I'll just wrap these for now." Beckett chuckled as he withdrew some smaller pressure bandages from the side pocket of his kit. Carson's head jerked up at an odd sound a fraction of a second before a concussive blast knocked both men off their feet.

"You've, ah, got yourself one heck of a guy there, sir."

"Yeah, I do." He forgot what he was going to say next as a small commotion erupted in Carson's ICU room; John took off in that direction without excusing himself, he knew Lorne would understand.

Elizabeth struggled to reassure Carson even as she tried to hold him immobile; she knew the medical staff was still concerned about renewed internal bleeding. A few minutes ago, he'd woken enough to begin tossing and muttering incoherently about Dr Seavers and Major Lorne. "They're both fine Carson, please calm down, you did a great job in there."

But Beckett continued to thrash for another minute before his eyes flashed open in a brief moment of lucidity. He looked straight at Weir, a mixture of fear and hope in his bright blue eyes, "John?"

Elizabeth's hear sank, "He'll be here, Carson, he'll be here."

The doctor drifted off again but continued to call for his lover.

Sheppard heard Carson calling for him as he neared the ICU and broke into a run; he slid to a halt next to the head of the bed and took Beckett's hand from Elizabeth. "Shh, babe, I'm here, I've got you.

But the dark haired man was once again unresponsive; he'd passed out thinking that John wasn't there for him, and that ate at Sheppard's heart more than anything else could have.

John alternated pacing by Carson's bedside and trying to find a comfortable position in the hard plastic chair that would allow him contact with his love. He still had just the barest touches of a headache from his teams' collective assault on the back of his skull; he really was going to kill Rodney for teaching them that. His mind replayed what each of the others had told him, he knew that they had been right and that he had been acting like an idiot not wanting to see Carson. But that didn't change his feelings that Carson shouldn't have been injured in the first place.

Sheppard gently ran a hand through Carson's hair, careful to avoid the cuts and bruising on the left side of his face; he and Lorne could almost be twins right now. Further visual inspection of his boyfriend's body revealed several portions of gauze encompassing his left arm; there was bruising there too, and from what Dr Brio said the colors covering the left side of his torso from the internal bleeding were quite impressive as well. John hadn't had the courage to look yet. That leg was going to keep Beckett off duty for awhile too; he was now the proud owner of an inter-medullary rod- whatever that was-, a metal plate, and six screws in his right lower leg. The doctor was going to have a tough time of things for awhile, but John vowed to be there for him through it all; of course, Carson would most likely be ready to kill him after the first two days.

The Col finally pulled the chair around so that it faced the bed; he leaned forward, took Carson's hand in his own and rested his cheek on them both. "I'm sorry I'm such a dope Carson, but I love you more than you know."