Lt. Ophelia Ortiz made her way to the infirmary, nodding to people she knew in the hallways. It was always tough to come back to work after a weekend off, and already she had heard from a friend manning one of the security checkpoints that SG4 had come home with injuries.

She entered the ward, and sighed with relief. Only Colonel Ibrahim was taking up a bed, and she could already see that his color was good. She glanced at the bed occupied by Jonas Quinn, and wasn't surprised to find Teal'c standing guard at the foot of the bed. It was obvious the Jaffa would not have to stand that duty much longer. In just the two days that Ortiz had been off, the alien had gotten paler and more gaunt.

She saw her friend Lt. Rush at the nurse's station, and she made her way over smiling. "Hey, Candy."

Lt. Rush looked up. "Hi, Fee. How was the weekend?"

"Great. I got a lot done around the house. I see Colonel Ibrahim has checked in."

Rush nodded a subdued look on her face. "Yes. Broken leg. We lost Dan Ennis last night. Staff wound."

"Oh." Ortiz made no effort to hide her dismay. Like all of the SGC's medical staff, she took the loss personally. "Oh, God, wasn't he married?"

"Yes, with two little girls. I just wanted to cry."

Ortiz covered her friend's hand with her own, squeezing lightly. "I'm sorry I wasn't here."

Rush smiled, patting her friend's hand. "No, it's okay. He went quickly. He didn't suffer long."

The two women shared a look of sympathy. There was a fine line between personal involvement and professional detachment, and they both trod it very carefully. After a moment, Ortiz looked around. "Jonas doesn't seem to be getting any better."

"I know. Poor guy. Dr. Janet's at a loss. There's some hope, though. General Hammond let her bring in a specialist."

"Really?"

"Yes. Some guy from the Mayo. Wait 'til you see him, Fee. He's just your type. Tall, dark and handsome."

Ortiz speared her friend with a look. Turning to business, she said, "Okay, then what are we doing today?"