"You were lucky Ronon. If the doc hadn't figured it out it would have been a lot worse." Sheppard said hours later when Ronon was fully with it.
"Not that you gave her any gratitude." McKay muttered.
"I haven't seen her." Ronon said confused.
"That's because she is probably avoiding you." McKay said causing Ronon to feel even more confused.
"Why?"
"Why?" McKay parroted. "Probably because you treated her like crap."
"Rodney." Sheppard warned, but by now Ronon was getting agitated and Rodney was getting into full swing.
"What's he talking about?" The former runner asked looking from Teyla to Sheppard.
"You were suffering from a lot of pain and a fever. You said some things." Teyla started to explain.
"What things?" Ronon asked getting more agitated.
"It's not important." Sheppard eventually answered.
"Tell me." Ronon growled. Reluctantly Sheppard gave a very brief summary of events.
"And there was the wrist." McKay added.
"Rodney." Sheppard snapped.
"What? He is going to see next time he sees here."
"Wrist, what happened to her wrist?" Ronon growled, getting worked up.
"Well you sprained it." McKay explained.
"Sprained? How?" Ronon asked getting increasingly upset, so much so his heart monitor was displaying a much faster rate, causing a nurse to rush into the room.
"What's going on here?" She demanded as she double checked the monitor. "Actually I don't care. All of you are to leave now." She ordered. Noticing movement from Ronon she added. "Except you Mr Dex, even if you recover quickly from the virus you still have a damaged ankle that needs rest."
"At least if he is trying to escape he must be on the mend." A smiling Sheppard said.
"Quite. And he will mend even better if he rests so you are all banned from the infirmary for six hours." The nurse said. Noticing they weren't moving she added. "Out now, or do you want me to contact Dr Keller?"
"We'll see you later. Try and rest, my marines are going soft." Sheppard said as he reluctantly left. Before following him Teyla squeezed Ronon's hand and said.
"I'll be back later. Please rest."
Jennifer was sound asleep dreaming of her safe life in Chippewa Falls when her alarm went off. Groaning she rolled over and hit the clock, only to find it didn't silence.
Realising it was her door, not her alarm, she groaned again and rolled out of bed. Still in a daze she padded over to the offending source of noise and ran her hand over the pad allowing the bright light of the corridor to wash through her room. Squinting against the brightness she looked at the figure in her door way. Quickly blinking away the sleep she did a double take before asking.
"Ronon?"
"Sorry, didn't mean to wake you." The Satedan apologised when he saw the large, dark bags under Jennifer's eyes.
"It's ok, I wasn't asleep." She lied before asking. "What are you doing here? You should be in the infirmary. How did you get here?"
"I walked. I wanted to see you." Ronon said awkwardly.
"Ronon you shouldn't be out of bed. You need to rest." She chastised him.
"I needed to speak to you. I'll go back afterwards."
Jennifer looked at Ronon wondering how he was still standing.
"You'd better come in." She said, stepping to one side and trying to turn the lights on, still trying to work out how Ronon had managed to get to her quarters as Ronon silently limped into her room.
"Sit." She ordered pointing to a chair. Obediently Ronon sat down and looked at Jennifer who sat down on the edge of her bed, noticing for the first time the strapping on her wrist.
"What happened?" He asked pointing towards Jennifer's arm.
"It's just a sprain." Jennifer replied.
"Did I do it?" Ronon asked, guilt written over his face.
"Ronon, it is just a sprained wrist. You, however, should be asleep in the infirmary." Jennifer said trying to change the subject. "Why are you here?"
"They, Sheppard, Teyla and McKay told me what I did. I'm sorry."
"Ronon you were in pain and very ill. My staff screwed up with a blood test. You had every right to be angry."
"Not with you."
"Ronon, you probably didn't know what you were saying. You needed to vent and I was there."
"I made it personal." Ronon said, his face still laced with guilt.
"Believe me Ronon angry patients are a fact of life being a doctor." Jennifer smiled.
"I didn't want to upset you."
"You didn't." Jennifer said.
"But you've been avoiding me." Ronon said causing Jennifer to laugh.
"You have been spending far too much time with Rodney. His ego is rubbing of on you." Jennifer said. "When you still had the fever I stayed away as I didn't want to aggravate you further. As soon as you came out of the woods and I was sure you were going to be ok I left the infirmary so I could get some sleep. It's been over a month since I've slept for more than four hours at a time."
"So you're ok?" Ronon pressed.
"I'm fine. Although, if you don't go back to the infirmary or if you sneak out again I won't be." Jennifer smiled wearily.
"I'm still sorry."
"Sorry enough for you to take a wheel chair back to the infirmary?" Jennifer asked, causing Ronon to raise his eyebrows. "Come on I'll walk you back." She added standing.
"You should go back to bed."
"I should, but I'm taking you to the infirmary first." She said sternly as she pulled on her trainers and searched her room for a sweater. When she was ready she looked back at Ronon who still wore a guilty expression. Holding out her hand she smiled at him.
"Come on, lets get you back before they send out a search party." She said helping Ronon to his feet.
"So we're good?" Ronon asked.
"We're good." Jennifer smiled.
--The End
A/N: Thanks to everyone who read and reviewed. And a special thanks to Bellestarr01 for the Chicken Pox idea and Vana1970 for helping me work House in there.