Dr. Janet Frasier glanced up at the movement across the room. Jonas was headed to the bathroom again. She saw Colonel O'Neill standing there watching the Kelownan with a somewhat bemused look on his face, so she made her way over to where he stood. "Colonel?"

The man spun to face her. "Doctor?"

"Can I help you, sir?"

"Uh, yeah. Jonas going to be okay?"

"Well, he's a little slower responding to the antiemetics but I see no real problem. I'm keeping him here for observation for the rest of the day."

"I, uh, wanted to have a talk with him today."

"I suggest you schedule it for this afternoon, sir. Unless you'd like me to have a chair set up for you in the bathroom?"

"No, this afternoon is fine. Uh, tell him I'll be back after lunch, okay?"

"All right, colonel." Nodding decisively the senior officer turned on his heel and left, collecting Teal'c at the doorway.

"Dr. Frasier, surely there is some stronger medication you can give me? My stomach feels as if it is being ripped apart. Maybe some morphine is indicated…"

Janet turned at Dr. Weisen's complaint, hiding her distaste for the man in a professionally cool exterior. He and Dr. Sparkman had been in a bizarre game of one upmanship since arriving, each claiming to be more sick than the other. She wished they'd take a cue from Jonas, or Sergeants Tyler and Ross, all of whom had settled in quietly and uncomplainingly.

"Doctor, unless you have a degree you haven't told me about, I'd appreciate it if you'd let me make the medical decisions. Now, according to the chart, you haven't had a movement in over three hours. Is that correct?"

"Yes, but I'm in a tremendous amount of pain."

"Lie still for a moment." Janet snapped on latex gloves, and began palpating the balding doctor's stomach. "Let me know if I hit a tender spot."

"It's all tender, Doctor."

Janet pursed her lips. Her examination had revealed no irregularities or hardness, and despite the doctor's complaint, he had not reacted to any of the pressure points that normally would have been a cause for concern. She looked at the man and tried to dredge up a little sympathy, but it was hard going. Weisen had a history of exaggerating medical conditions.

Unwilling to give any credence to the man's hypochondria, Janet said firmly, "All right, Doctor. I'm going to release you to your quarters. I want you to stop by supply and get a heating pad for the cramps. I'll give you some Tylenol, and I want you to drink plenty of fluids."

Weisen sputtered indignantly. "Release me? I'm a sick man! How can you call yourself a doctor if you turn sick people away? I want a second opinion!"

Biting her lip to keep from saying anything, Janet turned around to find Jonas watching the entire scene warily. Forcing a smile onto her face, she moved to his bedside. "How are you feeling?"

Jonas opened his mouth to reply, but was interrupted by Weisen's snarl, "How dare you turn your back on me for that… that… jumped-up nobody!"

Janet spun back around, furious. Seeing the look on her face, Weisen subsided, pulling his blanket up to his chin in a protective motion. Adam Warner, who had heard the entire thing strode across the room, and put his not inconsiderable bulk between the archeologist and the outraged doctor. With a quiet command he said, "Tend to your patient, Doctor. I'll deal with Dr. Weisen."

Realizing where she was, Janet swallowed her anger and consciously relaxed her body posture. "Thank you, Dr. Warner."

The older physician reached up and pulled the privacy curtain between the two beds, winking just as his face disappeared. Janet turned back to Jonas. "Now, where were we?"

"I was telling you that I feel fine." Jonas replied with a crooked little grin.

"And I was telling you that I didn't buy that for a minute." Janet smiled, then seeing something in the Kelownan's look, continued softly, "Don't let Dr. Weisen's attitude bother you, Jonas. He's an angry embittered man whose career never reached the heights he expected."

Jonas cocked his head. "Dr. Weisen is very respected throughout the archeological community. His interpretation of the Babylonian ruins at Bani Salih are required reading at the university level. He's a tremendous asset to the stargate program."

Janet held Jonas' gaze and said quietly, "He's also a pigheaded idiot. I don't want you to give any credit to any insults he throws at you, all right?"

Jonas smiled, nodding. "All right."

Janet couldn't help but wonder if the insults really didn't affect the Kelownan. To all outward appearances, Jonas seemed to be one of those naturally sunny individuals who shrugged off adversity like water off a duck's back. If she hadn't known about his incessant drive to prove himself, she might have simply nodded and let the issue drop. Instead she held the man's eye for a bit, trying to see if there was a façade.

Jonas for his part, sat breathing through his mouth trying to keep the nausea at bay. Janet reflected that while she might not see his heart, she could certainly see his illness. "You feel fine? I don't think so. Hang on, I'll get you a second dose of loperamide,"

Janet smiled as she left the Kelownan's side. Crossing to the medical station, she noted a chart and pulled the medication. She turned to go back, but was stopped by Lt. Rush. "Doctor, Dr. Sparkman is reporting a tarry stool."

Janet raised a skeptical eyebrow. "Did you confirm it?"

"No, Ma'am. He flushed."

Janet sighed. "All right. Take this over to Jonas and make sure he takes it. Oh, and Lieutenant? Send an orderly down to the commissary. Get as much E-Lyte as you can. I don't want any dehydration on any of these patients."

"Yes, Ma'am." The nurse turned to her task, and Janet took a deep breath before heading to Lawrence Sparkman's bedside.