When Jack woke next it was to the hushed sound of voices in his room. He saw Sam talking with and older man in a doctor's coat.
"Who are you?" he asked.
"Doctor Compton, nice to see you awake General. How are you feeling?"
"Like crap, and I want to know when I won't feel like crap."
"I won't lie to you, you have some recovery time ahead of you. A lot of it depends on how fast you heal."
"When can you put my hip back in place?"
"In about two weeks. If we did it now it would risk re-breaking your shin, and we really don't want that."
"So I'm looking at two weeks in bed?" Jack asked in disbelief
"I'm afraid so," Doctor Compton replied.
"You have got to be kidding me."
"Not at all," the older man answered.
"And after that?" Sam asked. "What is our next step?"
"Well, there will be physical therapy, of course--"
"Of course there will," Jack interrupted angrily.
"Jack," Sam said, trying to calm him.
"General O'Neill, I don't think you appreciate your position. You could have easily died in that collision. You are a lucky man. Getting back on your feet will be hard, but you will be able to do it."
Jack didn't say anything.
"I'll see you both tomorrow," Doctor Compton said, taking his leave of them.
"Calm down," Sam said, rubbing his arm.
Jack jerked away from her touch.
"You put yourself in my position and then tell me if you could calm down," Jack snapped.
Jack sighed, he knew he was wallowing in self pity and Sam was doing nothing more than being her usual supportive self.
"Sorry," he muttered softly.
"Accepted," she said.
"This is going to drive me batshit, Sam. Two weeks of inactivity."
"I know. How about I get you a couple of Tom Clancy novels? Would that help?"
"Anything will help. Get a deck of cards and play gin rummy with me."
"I can do that. I love you Jack."
"I love you too," he sighed, "sorry I bit your head off."
"It's ok. In your place I would have done the same thing."
Jack hit the button on the meds dispenser.
"I'm going to get a few things for you, ok?" Sam asked.
"Sure,"Jack replied, "I'm going to nap, I guess."
"Don't get too depressed, ok?" she said.
Jack just nodded, feeling depressed as hell already.