Chapter Seven- Ex Statis

He could feel himself beginning to drift, a sense of haziness clouding everything.

"He's not breathing!" Was that Ferretti? Why is he screaming?

A cold touch on his wrist. Another yell. Why was everyone yelling? Was something wrong?

More cold. Bright light. Yelling. More hands roughly grabbing him to place him on a hard surface. The pain in his arm bit at him along with his leg. But he couldn't scream. Too weak. He looked to weak. Why was Janet on his chest?

He was fine. See? He was running beside them. Everything was moving in slow motion. He could see the nurses running around, trying to get the necessary equipment. For what? Janet was applying the paddles to the chest of the man before him. Was it Jack? No. He just saw him on the bed when he came in. So, who was it?

"Clear." He stumbles forward. What was that? One more shock courses through him, pulling him toward the body. Janet moves slightly and he sees the face. It's his own.

"Clear." This time, he's pulled into the body and again falls into darkness.

Daniel must love doing this to me. Janet thought, bringing the scissors down on the ECWCS. The sharp sides quickly take care of the jacket while a nurse rips his shirt open, exposing the still chest.

"Where the hell is the defibrillator?" Janet yells over her shoulder.

"Here, Dr. Fraiser." The machine begins to charge, the shrill noise calming her down. "200." The machine gives off a beep and a nurse presses the button as soon as Janet tells her to. "Clear." Daniel's body jerks and falls down on the bed. A nurse checks for a pulse. There isn't any.

"300."

"Charging." The machine beeps and the procedure is repeated. "400."

"Clear."

Once more the shock courses through Daniel. "I got a pulse, weak but steady." The nurse by the side of the bed. Smiles beams over all their faces. Efficiently, her nurses had the respirator on Daniel, his chest moving as the machine pumped life-giving air into him.

"Do you think Dr. Jackson will breathe on his own once his body recovers?" A nurse asks her.

"Yes. He's extremely weak at this point; he can barely breathe on his own. What I'm worried about is the chance of pneumonia. His immune system has been shot to hell at this point." Janet ran a hand through her hair. "Has the general been informed?"

"Yes, ma'am. He's on his way here at the moment from the VIP suites. It seems he hasn't left the base."

"What about the rest of SG-1?"

"It seems the activity rouse them out of their sleep. Teal'c is with them and Colonel O'Neill is demanding to talk to you and to see Dr. Jackson."

"As usual." Janet shook her head as she walked to where SG-1 was waiting for her.

"Janet is he alright?" Sam asked before Jack could ask a little less formal.

The doctor smiled at them. "He's alive. Dr. Jackson has a broken left arm and a broken leg which will be placed in casts once we get the X-rays. There is a chance of pneumonia but we're putting antibiotics in him to help prevent it. Another thing that has me concerned are his hands and feet. His body was at 79.4 degrees Fahrenheit, the temperature at which clinical death occurs so I'm having a 48 hours watch on him until his body warms up to a safe point. To help, I'm having his IV feed and liquids to be warmed before they are administered and to have his hands dipped into warm water to raise the blood temperature up a little as it flows back into his body."

"Why don't you just dunk him into extremely hot water?" Jack asked.

"To do such a thing would cause a shock to his body and might put his already weakened body into cardiac arrest. By slowly introducing him to warm liquids, we can prevent such a situation." Janet answered.

"How long would it be before we shall see a change in Daniel Jackson's condition?"

"At this rate, I'd say about a day, three at the most. After that, he tire easily. It's a good thing Ferretti and the search teams found him. I don't think he would have lasted another day out there. You should get some rest. It'll be a while before Dr. Jackson will awaken."

"Where is Ferretti and the other guys, Teal'c?"

"They have been up for 22 hours, O'Neill. They have parted to their quarters to rest. Their debriefing will be tomorrow at 1000."

"Easy for them to do." Jack grumped.

"Daniel's alive and safe here, sir."

"But he isn't out of the woods yet, Carter."

"Do you not always call him the comeback kid, Colonel O'Neill?"

"Yeah." Silently, the team waited. Each hoping for the best.