A/N: Thanks to all the reviewers! Keep it up! Here is chapter two, enjoy!
Chapter two
"Evan!" Laura ran over to her wounded CO.
"It's just ricochet. It's not that bad. Are you hit?"
"No, and don't try to pretend that you're not either," she said, crawling over to him. There were at least two bullets that had ricocheted of the walls into his back. She grabbed some of those strips of shirt and pressed them onto the wounds on his back. Either due to shock or blood loss, the usually reserved Major's eyes shut slowly, and he slipped into unconsciousness.
'Only four more hours. Four more hours until they may or may not be rescued,' Laura thought. She leaned back against the wall, and her mind wandered to the two other members of their team. They had completely forgotten about them. If they had made it back to the gate, the rescue team could come even quicker. She had been so busy worrying about the Major that she forgot all about Parrish and Reed. For all she knew, they could already be back at Atlantis, planning their rescue. Or, they may never have made it. These people they were up against weren't exactly the type to allow someone to escape.
She sat in silence for a few minutes. She knew that she should probably remove the bullets from her marred CO, but didn't want to do more damage than had already been done. It wasn't long before she slipped into unconsciousness like Evan had.
Their little nap was rudely cut short, when the door was flung open, once again. Laura jerked awake. This time their captives didn't step foot inside, but simply shoved two familiar looking people in. The door slammed shut behind them. The two men who had just joined them were none other than Parrish and Reed. They looked shaken, but unharmed.
"I'm so glad you could join us," Laura chimed. Despite the fact that since they were here now meant rescue would be further off, she was glad to see them safe. "Are you guys alright?"
"Yes Ma'am. We're fine. What about you and the Major?" Doctor asked shakily.
"We're great. Unless you count the head wound, leg wound, and random ricochet wounds. Major Lorne lost consciousness shortly after our lovely captors fired a couple rounds into the room. He was hit a few times, but I wanted to put off removing the bullets till it was absolutely necessary," she explained.
"Hey. Don't forget that you're bleeding as well," a groggy Evan chimed in from where he lay. "Watch out boys, she's been acting macho lately." Ryan Parrish chuckled nervously.
"At least I didn't faint like a little girl when they shot at us," Laura chided. Lieutenant Ben Reed looked expectantly at his CO, and back to his fellow Lieutenant. It was clear that he expected something to happen. He, unlike Cadman, would never dare disrespect the Major.
"Excuse me? It's called a concussion. They are known to cause loss of consciousness," Evan retorted. Laura shrugged. She had known how flawed her comeback had been, but it was all she could think of at the moment. "I know you are just trying to spare me the agony, but someone needs to take the bullet fragments out of my back." He proceeded to take off his final layer, revealing a toned, yet scarred body. Battle scars from his time in Iraq, Laura assumed.
Evan laid down on his stomach, propped part way up on his elbows. Ryan Parrish and Ben Reed knelt on either side of the Major. Ryan proceeded to hand Laura supplies, as needed. The first step Laura took was pouring a little bit of water onto a clean bandage, and washing his back. Once all the dried blood was gone, it was evident that there were four places were the bullets penetrated.
With a pair of tweezers began to dig at one of the bullets, as gently as she could. It was apparent that Evan was in pain, but he was doing a very good job at hiding it, simply clenching his teeth, and focusing intensely on the floor in front of him. Once the first bullet was out, she instructed Ryan to apply pressure to the wound with a piece of gauze. She did this three more times and with each one, Evan grew more and more restless.
"Please tell me that was the last one," he said through gritted teeth.
"Okay. That was the last one," Laura said, grabbing the peroxide and pouring some on a clean piece of gauze. She gently cleaned the wounds on his back, and carefully cleaned out his head wound. That did not go over well with Evan's pain receptors. He groaned and tried to move his head out of her reach. "All done. Ryan will bandage you up, and pretty soon, you'll be good as new."
"Thanks, doc," Evan said sarcastically. When Ryan had finished, he struggled to sit up, and succeeded. "My turn. You and your bleeding leg need to get over here. I'll put you back together," he said. Laura reluctantly hobbled over and sat down in front of him, with her injured leg extended in front of her.
Evan took one of the last pieces of gauze and poured what was left of his water on it. He slowly and gently began washing the blood away. When she muffled a moan, he was tempted to stop, but wouldn't trust Parrish or Reed to tend to her. Within a few minutes, he began to bandage her up. "All done."