Word Count: 137
Prompt: Elizabeth Bartlett suggested...well, you'll see.
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"You, sir, are one very lucky man." Carson flipped one of the pages on the medical chart in front of him, writing down his patient's progress: Three days in and just as snarky as ever.
"I'm in traction," McKay snapped back from his place on the bed, limbs immobilized by an endless amount of plaster, "How lucky can that be?"
"Well...you could've been killed."
Rodney paled slightly, "Excellent point."
Carson finished his notes and clicked his pen, tucking it into his pocket, "You know, there's just one thing I can't figure out, Rodney."
Rodney rolled his eyes, sarcasm returning full force, "Oh the voodoo witch doctor can't figure something out...the world has tilted off it's axis and the four horsemen are waiting outside."
Carson ignored him, "How in God's name did Sheppard talk you into bungee jumping?"