Well, here's a new story for ya. Haven't had much time for writing, with x-mas coming and my recent job search and all, but here it is. Hope you enjoy. And as always, I don't own any of this. If I did, I wouldn't be looking for a job. Tee Hee.

Ronon stood up from the examination table and started to slowly make his way to the door. If he could slip past a Wraith hunting him, he certainly could slip past one doctor. If he was lucky, he could make it out the door before anyone was the wiser…

Luck was not with him.

"Ronon, where the hell do you think you're going?" came Carson's voice in his heavy Scottish Accent. "You're in no condition to be leaving this infirmary."

"I feel fine."

"Aye, you feel fine, but you're also bleeding all over my floor." Carson stated flatly, crossing his arms over his chest and looking down at the small pool of blood forming on the floor just under the large man.

Looking defeated, Ronon turned back around and parked himself back up on the examination table. The Doc may not have been the most imposing individual, but in his infirmary, not even an ex-runner had a chance of leaving before Carson was good and ready to let him leave.

"Alright then." Carson approached Ronon, examining his arm. "Besides the many scratches and bites, you also have what looks like a broken arm. I'll have to run an x-ray to be sure, but your forearm should not be at this off angle. You also have a few lacerations that will need stitches. How in the world did you manage all of this, Lad?"

Before Ronon could answer, Col. Sheppard entered the room.

"It was a dinosaur." John replied, leaning against the wall nearest his friend. "Or at least that's what it looked like to me. Not a very big one, but still."

"So you were attacked by a large reptile?" Carson asked, turning his attention back to Ronon.

"Actually, Ronon attacked him." John answered again, obviously amused by the situation.

Not sure if he had heard correctly, Carson looked first at John, then back at Ronon, bowing his head slightly. Why does it not surprise me? He thought to himself.

"Why in the bloody hell would you attack a dinosaur?"

"It took my gun." Ronon stated, as if it were the most obvious answer in the world.

"It took your gun." Carson stated back dryly.

"I like my gun." Ronon replied shrugging his shoulders, almost smiling at the thought. "I wasn't going to let that animal have it. Besides, it wasn't that big. I knew I could take it."

"You could take it, huh? You're lucky this arm wasn't your neck." Carson continued examining the wounds along Ronon's broken arm. "We'll get ya all patched up, but you'll be off active duty for at least a week. I just hope the reptile wasn't carrying any serious poisons or diseases."

"I'm fine."

"Aye, so you keep saying." Carson nodded, turning to one of his nurses. She had been watching the whole scene and already had antiseptic and bandages ready. "Just promise me you won't go chasing after anymore wildlife?"

"Can't make any promises, but I'll try." Ronon said in his normal, calm manner. He smiled at Carson and at that moment the doctor knew this probably won't be the last time he'd be patching up wounds caused when animals attack, or more accurately, when Ronon attacks. You can never underestimate the love of a man for his gun.