Warning: some graphic medical content
Fire in the Belly
Chapter 2
Daniel was floating on Cloud 9 as he was wheeled into the OR. Whatever they had given him left him flying sky high, as nothing seemed to matter. The pain remained, with every jostle of the gurney fire raced through his abdomen but he had lost the will to care. Shivering he was wheeled into the OR his gaze shifting to Janet who had her hand in his. It felt so right for her to be so close so he willed himself to never let go to that warm hand.
The gurney came to an abrupt halt as it hit something in the room. Before Daniel knew what hit it a nurse was telling him to scoot over to the bed. He didn't know how he did it but Daniel had managed to scoot his bottom over to the bed tensing up as the pain multiplied. Janet was there to help him with his upper body her hand never leaving his. Squeezing tight she was speaking to him, her angelic voice giving him peace.
"Daniel, look at me. We're just going to strap down your arms and give you something to go to sleep. When you wake up you'll be in recover," Janet soothed.
He nodded blindly as he felt his arms being moved away from his body, strapped down on either side. Whatever they had given him in pre-op was beginning to fade as the pain was once again becoming unbearable. Janet must have seen it because she was giving a quick order to another who had come to stand over him. A man with glasses, much like his own, and a mustache. The anesthesiologist, one he recognized from the last time Jack was wheeled into this very room after yet another mission gone wrong. He was saying something to him but Daniel was too focused on the cold feeling that started on his abdomen. More washing he presumed but couldn't get a good look at what the nurses were doing.
"We're just disinfecting the skin Dr. J," Ben, one of his favorite nurses, was saying behind a surgical mask.
"Okay Dr. Jackson I'm going to begin. I want you to count backwards from ten," Dr. McNally recited that famous line.
Placing the mask over his mouth Daniel began breathing in the air instantly noting the lack of taste that came with the gas he usually received at the dentist. As he begun to relax Daniel felt something cold race through his vein, making a burning path up his arm. Complying with what the doctor ordered Daniel took a deep breath and began to count, letting everything around him fade away as he gave up the fight with the conscious world.
"Ten, nine, eight….sev….," Daniel's voice slowly faded into nothing.
"He's out," McNally announced as he watched Daniel's eyes flutter closed.
"I'm going to go scrub," Janet said after feeling Daniel's hand relax in hers.
"Are we prepped?" Warner asked as he walked in.
"Yes, intubating now," McNally said as he inserted the breathing tube.
"Okay lets get started," Dr. Warner said once he was gowned up and gloved.
Stepping back Janet chose the back seat to watch as Warner took his position. Draped and ready Warner was ready to begin. Only Daniel's lower right side was visible under the sterile drapes ready to be cut and only then would the true extent of the damage the archeologist tried to hide be known. Holding his hand out he waited for the scrub nurse to hand him the scalpel. Blade in hand Warner gave one last look to Janet who watched every move like a hawk before making his first incision.
The waiting room was tense but at the same time carried a certain relaxation that only came with knowing a friend was in the right hands. They would admit they were scared, the thought of one of their own under the knife a little too much, but for the first time the reason was a little more mundane than the usual. It was his appendix, a simple organ to remove rather than an injury caused by shrapnel or a staff weapon. Jack, no surprise, began to pace. Walking from one side of the little room to the other and succeeding in annoying the hell out of Hammond. Sam as usual learned to ignore it having been in this situation enough times with her CO to know better. Actually the last time she was in this situation it was Daniel who was making them dizzy.
"Colonel O'Neill would you sit down, you're making me dizzy," Hammond just had enough bravery to say it.
"Is that an order?" Jack shot back sarcastically.
"Do you want it to be?" the tone in Hammond's voice left no room for jokes.
It was all he needed to stop, the tone in his CO's voice giving the request even without Hammond actually making it an order. Stopping quickly Jack turned and took his previous seat next to Teal'c while the Jaffa was deep in meditation. He had the best method of keeping calm compared to his other two teammates, one of which was about to take up fidgeting. Sam's legs bounced and her hands never kept still as she played with the buttons on her uniform shirt. So much for being stoic about it all.
"Well I'm needed back in my office. Keep me updated and let me know when Dr. Jackson gets out," Hammond announced.
"Yes sir," Sam answered for her team.
"So when will Daniel be out, why hasn't Janet been out yet?" Jack broke in.
"Sir, he's only been in there for ten minutes," Sam countered.
"That all?" Jack shot back in that snarky tone.
"I believe Doctor Fraiser will inform us when Daniel Jackson is in recovery," Teal'c informed them before any disagreement could arise.
Hammond could only shake his head as he walked away. Whatever Teal'c said had ended any argument that may arise between Major Carter and Colonel O'Neill. Jack had become quiet, something that was nearly unheard of when it came to one of his team. Sam went back to her fidgeting as the General left, considering taking up pacing herself. Teal'c decided to forgo his meditation as his eyes slipped open to sit patiently. Now that the General had gone Jack could finally resume his annoying deed, so getting up painfully as his knee popped he went back to pacing in front of his team.
So far ten minutes in the surgery everything was going well but it was all changing as Warner began opening Daniel's abdominal cavity. He had no idea what he was going into until he used the scalpel to open up the peritoneum, gaining access into Daniel's belly. It was obviously inflamed but the integrity of the appendix wasn't quite known yet, that was until Warner explored further. There was no question that the appendix ruptured as everyone in the OR was assaulted with the smell. Wincing and groaning Warner was in for the long haul just as Janet sighed, closing her eyes.
"He perfed good," Ben commented.
"Yes he did, cavity's completely contaminated. I need to remove the appendix then wash him out," Warner said.
"Hang a gram of Ancef," Janet ordered.
"He must have been in severe pain, probably leaking for at least a day. Why didn't he say anything?" Warner looked up at Janet.
"Because he's Daniel," Janet answered.
Warner didn't say anything more as he continued on with the operation. Clamping and cutting the remains of Daniel's appendix it was now in the metal bowl in Janet's hands. Just looking at the offending organ disgusted her seeing how much pain it brought her patient. But then again Daniel must have been feeling bad for days without saying anything. Disposing the bowl on one of the stands she turned back to the operation, watching as Warner began tying up the stump of the removed organ. It wasn't going to be garden variety though, since when was anything garden variety with Daniel. No, a full abdominal washout, several courses of antibiotics, and drains were the definitive treatment.
"Temperature's spiked 103.1, BP 88/45, pulse tachy at 101," Dr. McNally rattled off looking at the sudden alarm.
"Okay, up the fluids and have a cooling blanket standing by," Warner ordered.
"Are you going to insert a Penrose?" Janet asked.
"Yeah after I wash out," Warner said.
Suctioning the pus that accumulated in Daniel's abdominal cavity was only half the battle. Grabbing the sterile pitcher from Ben Dr. Warner slowly poured the saline into his abdomen. Hopefully with meticulous cleansing he could ward off a resulting painful infection of Daniel's peritoneal cavity and sepsis. Irrigation complete he observed his work before getting ready to close. Janet took the opportunity to move in and insert the small rubber drain as Warner set up to close.
"I'm going to close in a minute, do you want to update the team?" Warner was very adept of reading Janet's expression.
"Yes," Janet answered softly before stepping away.
Walking to the door Janet stripped of the mask and gloves before stepping through the double doors. Taking off the gown on the other side she took a deep breath before shifting her attention to her next task. Janet wondered if she should leave out the part of ignoring symptoms that led to the subsequent rupture knowing all too well that Daniel would receive hell for it later from his team. But looking back they weren't much better since an instant recall of the General's past history told Janet of a similar situation. But either way this was not going to be fun especially for what was coming, SG-1's game of twenty questions concerning their teammate. They had a right but Janet wasn't up for it.
Stepping into the main infirmary Janet walked right passed the nurses station and out the door to the waiting area. She had done this walk one too many times with SG-1, the most recent having been for Colonel O'Neill. But thankfully this wasn't because of some unfortunate off-world injury that nearly took a life, no this was for some usually mundane and easy to treat garden variety Earth problem that Daniel just so happened to make more complicated. But wasn't that like Daniel, to make their life just a little more complicated. She had even told the staff that any and all previous textbook cases of any injury or illness didn't apply for Daniel or the rest of SG-1 for that matter. With her experience with Daniel's health alone Janet could actually write her own textbook on it.
The minute she stepped into the waiting area three sets of eyes were trained on her. Jack had instantly stopped his pacing while Sam was on her feet in a heartbeat; even Teal'c appeared on edge as he got to his feet more slowly compared to his teammate. Oh, this was going to be fun considering the apprehension and agitation written on their faces. But it had to be done and had to be done now. No more putting it off as Janet moved towards them. Taking a deep breath she gathered her thoughts and formulated an answer, one that she hoped would satisfy them because she wasn't in the mood to provide lengthy explanations at this time.
"Before you all talk at once let me speak. Daniel is going to be fine, his appendix ruptured but we removed it. Right now Warner is closing so he will be in recovery soon," Janet held up her hands in surrender before any of them could get a word out.
"When can we….," again Janet didn't give Jack a chance to finish.
"When we move him out of recovery into a room then you can see him, family isn't allowed in PACU," Janet explained.
"Janet, he's going to be fine right?" Sam asked.
"Yes Sam, he's going to be fine. He has probably a six to twelve week recovery but after a strong course of antibiotics he should be fine," Janet answered.
"What do you mean should?" Jack sent her a glare.
"I mean that Daniel ruptured his appendix, it does carries some risk of severe infection but I strive to prevent that. Two to four days in the infirmary then he can be released," Janet went on.
"Will Daniel Jackson recover sufficiently?" Teal'c put in.
"Yes, Daniel will make a full recovery. Now I need to get back there so I will come back when he is ready to be seen. Meanwhile one of you needs to call the General so I can update him," Janet said.
Before anyone could ask anymore questions Janet had left the room leaving the remaining members of SG-1 with a sigh of relief. Sam let out that breath she hadn't realized holding while Jack sank into a nearby chair. Teal'c lowered his head with his eyes closed as if sinking into meditation once more. Jack was officially at ease hearing Janet's words. He still held worry for the archeologist but at least the threat of death had passed. Now they just had to tell the General but apparently Sam already had that covered as she walked to the internal phone on the wall. The phone that with a push of a button would link her directly to the control room.
"This is Major Carter, have General Hammond report to the infirmary ASAP," Sam gave the quick order before replacing the phone on the wall.
"Now what?" Teal'c asked with that little hint of impatience in his voice that was never heard before.
"We wait….again," Jack protested.
"Dr. Jackson can you hear me? Daniel come on, wake up a little for me," a distant voice echoed in his ear. It made no sense, the words a jumble in his mind. For a linguist words meant nothing to him now, something that even at his most injured never was a problem. But now was a whole different story as Daniel struggled to the surface of consciousness. Voices blurred into an intangible jumble of words as whoever leaned over him spoke their pleads for him to wake. At one point in the past minute, well what he considered a minute, he tried to pry his eyes open only to fail. Everything was heavy and weak, too much like lead to move.
"Ugh…," he thought he mumbled but the weak voice that crossed his lips didn't sound like his own.
"Dr. Jackson open your eyes for me," that angelic voice returned combined with the many that mixed with it.
"Wha….," he slurred in an unconscious response.
"You're in recovery Daniel, the surgery's over. Everything went fine," that voice answered.
"Gooo," his words were sounding even more intangible.
"Daniel sweetie, its all over. Can you open your eyes for me?" a different voice joined in this one unmistakable.
"Janet," Daniel breathed.
"Yeah, its me," Janet answered as her hand made its way to his brow.
The words still didn't make much sense, more like a form of gibberish as his brain decided to translate the English into one of the many languages he knew. His senses were very slowly beginning to make a return. His hearing had returned first even if everything was muffled and now his sight had followed. The sense, or sensation he figured, that came next was something he thought he had escaped. Pain, milder than before but very much there, assaulted him. But at least it wasn't that stabbing pain from before but more of a dull ache low in his stomach, right side to be exact. But even with the pain and dulled senses another sense over powered him, one more instinctual.
"Dr. Jackson lay back its alright," the nurses voice came disjointed to his ears.
He didn't obey the voice as Daniel tried to sit up in the bed. An innate instinct set off within him telling him he needed to get to his team. It was so familiar, more of a memory than an actual reality. Of course it wasn't a reality, he wasn't in the infirmary because of an injury. Was that where he was? Yes, it had to be right down to that faint antiseptic smell and cold atmosphere. But never the less his fight or flight didn't fail him this time. The unfortunate downside to his sudden move was a new sensation entirely, one more unwelcome than the pain. Daniel's stomach churned and bile rose in his throat, the chill from before turning into a cold sweat.
"It's okay hold on," the presence disappeared in an instant and whoosh of air.
Daniel began to panic even in his disjointed haze. While the thought of soiling himself disturbed him the thought of vomiting scared him even more. The presence from before returned and Daniel could feel something cold and metal thrust under his chin. Before he could help it he began to gag, bile and mucus making its way to his mouth. The spasms only lasted a moment igniting fire in his belly as his stomach purged itself of nothing. Surely there couldn't be much in his stomach considering his lack of appetite before the surgery and the very little he ate the two days ago. But apparently there was more than he could imagine as the bile kept coming. What he wouldn't do for an ice chip right now or even a sip of water but if his memory was correct the vomiting just spoiled that chance.
"Are you done?" the nurse asked.
Was he done the question didn't really register but he nodded anyways. The basin was moved away along with it that awful smell. Now the pain was very recognizable of nothing he had ever experienced. This was no pain as a result of a ribbon device or broken ribs but of something he had never had the pleasure to experience, surgery. Oh, that's right he had surgery to remove his appendix. It was all finally coming back to him and making sense. So that could only mean he was in the recovery room, which explained the cannula in his nose and the chill of the room. The nurse must have noticed his shivering because a warm blanket was placed over him wrapping him in its heavenly embrace.
"Daniel how's your pain, on a scale of one to ten?" Janet had returned.
"Fi-um, six," Daniel slurred.
"Really Daniel?" Janet inquired all too aware of his antics with pain.
"Seven," Daniel corrected amazed that he actually understood her question.
"Okay, hold on Daniel. Give him 1mg of Dilaudid and 10mg of Zofran for the nausea. I'll be at the desk if you need me," he heard Janet order.
"You got it Dr. F," that voice was unmistakable, Ben.
That reassuring presence was back, both of them Ben and the recovery nurse Amy, if he remembered correctly. Or Amy the nurse who wore many hats from helping him after his most recent run-in with a ribbon device to when he broke his clavicle on P4-whatever following a lovely dive off a cliff with Teal'c. Amy and Ben began fussing with his bed, adding another warm blanket for good measure before fiddling with his IV. He could feel the cool liquid run up his arm as the medication ran through vein followed by the wonderful euphoria that accompanied it a few minutes later. So with the pain taken care of it only left his parched throat.
"Water," Daniel croaked.
"Not until you pass gas Dr. Jackson," Amy informed him.
What little lovely perks of abdominal surgery because suddenly Daniel had a bad suspicion that his bowels were going to be especially important to the rest of the infirmary staff including whether or not he broke wind. Just wait until Jack heard about this development and he would never hear the end of it. While he couldn't have the ice Amy did provide him with something to wet his mouth, a nice citrus flavored mouth swab that while any other time would be revolting was heaven. He didn't have time to dwell though as the nausea returned with a vengeance. Now Daniel could remember his past experience with pain medication and anesthesia. Well what little experience he had with anesthesia as he had it with minor procedures. For someone with an iron stomach, as Jack called it, with off-world food Daniel was a light weight with any mind altering substance narcotics included. He was just glad his team wasn't here to watch his ascent back into the land of the living because if Daniel was correct he was sporting a loopy grin right about now.
"Hey Daniel can you wake up a little for me?" Ben asked nudging his shoulder a bit.
"What's up?" Daniel slurred.
"Do you know where you are?" Ben assessed.
"I'm um- where am I?" Daniel cocked his head as far as he could. So much for his long-term memory.
"Recovery Dr. J. You had your appendix taken out, we're just trying to get you to wake up a little bit more before sending you to the main infirmary," Ben explained.
He liked Ben a lot but his long-winded explanation meant nothing to Daniel as his mind spun. Actually to Daniel Ben could be speaking gibberish for all he was concerned. Nothing really made sense but at least Daniel was becoming more aware. Because if he remembered correctly the quicker he came around the quicker he could make his way to the main infirmary into a more comfortable bed to see his team. That was his last true memory before surgery was saying goodbye to his team and General Hammond. General Hammond? He had been an enigma right down to when he stated something about his own appendix or did Daniel hear that incorrectly. Whatever it was it didn't really matter right now as he tried in vain to keep hold of consciousness.
Ben reached over him for a cord before the blood pressure cuff on his left bicep began squeezing his arm. Daniel could feel all the wiring expanding across his chest as they trailed up to the monitors. That was something not too foreign to him after his numerous visits to the infirmary including his most recent following the death of his wife but at least he didn't have the excruciating headache and blinding grief to accompany it. No, all he had now was a world of confusion and blurred vision. If this was what it was like every time waking from general anesthesia Daniel made a pact with himself to never have surgery again. But back to the matter at hand as Daniel continued to take stock of his situation. The pain had lessened and the nausea had blessedly disappeared but Daniel still felt that little indignity of the catheter. The catheter that wasn't coming out for at least a day if Janet got her way but at least it didn't hurt.
"How's your pain now, scale of one to ten?" Ben spoke with simple words.
"Three," Daniel answered a little more clearly.
"Okay if you say so," Ben had gotten really good at reading him.
Maybe it wasn't truly a three but it was still a far cry from the earlier seven. But as the pain in his abdomen lessened other minor irritations popped up. His throat felt sore and scratchy from the breathing tube. His belly felt bloated and that perpetual itchiness under his nose wasn't getting any better. Even his head began to hurt as a side effect from the anesthesia. So as bad situations go this one took the cake but at least he knew he wasn't gracing the infirmary with his presence due to some mishap with a Jaffa. That had been an unexpected change for once. Out of all the bad things he had gone through, from death to torture, it was his appendix that nearly took him out. Oh the irony of his interesting and strange life.
"We're going to move you to a room soon Daniel," Ben informed him not that he would remember in a minute or two anyways but he guessed it was the thought that counted.
"'Kay," Daniel slurred betraying his slightly high feeling with more than just his dilated pupils.
Relaxing against the pillows and uncomfortable gurney Daniel struggled to keep his eyes open. He felt yet another warm blanket be laid over him leaving him with nothing better to do than sigh and smile with euphoria. The warmth felt wonderful, embracing him and threatening to send him back into that oh so lovely deep sleep. But he couldn't help it, he was so tired. Actually for the first time in ages he had gotten an uninterrupted rest even if it meant being cut while under the knife. Speaking of cut, Daniel groaned as he shifted that little incision in his abdomen protesting loudly. It was funny how he almost forgot, so deep under the influence of the "good drugs". There was a sudden flourish of activity causing Daniel to pry his eyelids open. Above him he recognized that gentle face instantly.
"You ready to be moved to a room Daniel?" Janet asked from up above as she lightly stroked his hair back.
"Um….Yes," Daniel didn't know why he had to contemplate that one but for some strange reason his brain decided to run over the options first.
"Okay," Janet smiled.
Daniel closed his eyes again as the staff was once again messing with the wires attached to his chest. He opened his eyes to the blurry image of Amy reaching over to disconnect the BP cuff and heart monitor. Ben was laying the IV bag at his shoulder before kicking up the side rail. Daniel couldn't help but groan as the stretcher jolted with the movement, hearing a soft 'sorry' from both nurses. In his drug-induced haze Daniel could feel himself moving, the lights above his head shifting in a blur of white. He was now officially grateful for the drugs they pumped him full of because the nausea from before as well as the pain was beginning to creep back up on him. But the drugs prevented it from biting him in the ass.
"We're almost there Daniel," Janet said as she turned around to face him.
Daniel smiled up at the Janet-shaped blur before his eyes slipped closed. Maybe now once he was in a regular area of the infirmary his team could be with him because he was suddenly feeling very lonely. Or was it the after effects of the anesthesia causing him to revert to needing the padded room again. Whatever it had been was making him oddly depressed and giddy all at the same time. As his eyes reopened Daniel was in a different place, the white walls different from those in the recovery room. He was being hooked up again, tied down to the bed by the multiple wires that made sure he stayed alive not that he was dying any time soon because he wasn't. Janet was standing over him again and Daniel could do nothing more than smile at the angelic face.
"I'll be right back Daniel," she announced.
"Yeahsureyabetcha," Daniel did his best Jack O'Neill impression.
Daniel's eyes were closed again but he was not quite asleep. Time really had no meaning anymore, every minute blurring as one. He could vaguely hear Ferretti's unmistakable voice on the other side of the infirmary asking what Daniel had done this time to warrant the visit all while groaning at the same time. Why the hell Ferretti was in the infirmary Daniel had no clue and frankly he didn't care. He would settle to just lay here on cloud 9 and savor the good drugs. Daniel realized in that very moment that he was pain free for the first time in days.
"Hey Sleeping Beauty," he recognized that voice.
"Jack?" Daniel croaked.
Heavy lids sliding open with effort Daniel opened his eyes to the best sight ever. Jack with those mirthful eyes smiled down at him with Sam and Teal'c in the background. Daniel didn't need to be sober to recognize that look. The look of an oncoming joke to hide all those nerves Jack felt. Daniel felt officially at home so to speak even in his usual spot. There was only one problem he was still in the stretcher. The feeling of dread quickly washed over him fearing Janet and her staff's next question.
"Dr. Jackson we're going to ask you to scoot over to the bed okay," Amy stated.
"It's okay we'll help you," Ben added.
So Daniel scooted and regretted it immediately when the pain spiked. Ben helped from his side though; pulling the sheet he was on towards him. For that Daniel was grateful because he doubted he had the strength to do it himself but for somehow who just had abdominal surgery he felt he did quite well. His team, he noticed, had backed away to give the team room as they moved around. His IV was once again hanging from a proper pole and those wires that snaked all around his body were hooked into their respective places. So it was official, Daniel Jackson was here to stay for a few days. He heard the scraping of the stretcher being moved away as his team once again stepped forward. They were such a beautiful sight even though blurry with multiple copies.
"General Hammond is on his way," he heard Sam tell Janet.
"Good I'll brief him when he gets here," Janet answered.
"How are ya feelin' Danny?" Jack asked.
"Goo'… peachy Jack," Daniel slurred.
"You're high as a kite," Jack quipped.
"Daniel Jackson does not appear to be flying," Teal'c intoned from behind Jack.
"Expression Teal'c," Jack explained.
Daniel wished he could see the expression or raised eyebrow on Teal'c's face but without his glasses he was hopeless. Thankfully Sam seemed to have read his mind because she came out of nowhere with that golden item. Flipping open the arms she carefully set them on his face making his vision snap into focus, well maybe snap wasn't the operative word more like slowly shift into a more clearer version. His vision cleared as much as the heavy drugs allowed but at least his teammates lost their identical twins. Hopefully Janet didn't see having his glasses meant jumping into work as the drugs wore off because any wrong move on his part and he would lose them to the bedside table. He liked his vision clear thank you very much.
"Hey Daniel," Sam's voice sounded so soothing as she brushed his bangs from his forehead.
"So the Doc said your appendix blew, nice one Danny," Jack informed him.
"Huh?" Daniel was too out of it to even register the word blew.
"Colonel," apparently his little comment didn't fly with Janet because her voice was definitely scolding.
"Are you well Daniel Jackson?" Teal'c inquired.
"Oh yes, peachy. I feel great," Daniel began until he shifted then changed his tune. "Okay maybe not great….actually terrible."
"Get some rest Daniel," Janet said as she moved forward passed Sam to smooth his hair out of his face.
"How's our boy?" Hammond's booming Texas accent filled his ears.
"He's doing well, we just moved him from recovery. I'll brief you in a moment," Janet told the General.
"How are you doing Dr. Jackson?" Hammond shifted his attention to Daniel.
"Hello General," Daniel said with a sloppy smile.
"He's high," Jack looked at General Hammond.
"I can see that," Hammond stated with a chuckle.
"Go to sleep Daniel, we're not going anywhere," Sam said as she noticed his eyelids begin to drop.
"You're not going anywhere?" Daniel asked.
"We'll be right here Daniel," Jack answered.
"I will watch over you with both eyes Daniel Jackson," apparently Teal'c still hadn't gotten the hang of that one yet.
Daniel smiled as he drifted off to the sound of a chair being scraped across the linoleum. Taking his seat in that unholy plastic chair it would take an army of Jaffa to uproot the colonel or the rest of the team for that matter. Teal'c stood at parade rest at the foot of the bed acting as the proverbial bodyguard, watching over his stricken teammate. Sam had pulled up a second chair to sit but kept her hand where it was, stroking Daniel's hair lightly. It painted a picture of a usual infirmary visit even if this time was far from normal. Who knew it would be a small useless organ that would keep SG-1 off the mission log for a few weeks. But it didn't matter now, the only thing that did was the fact that Daniel fell into a deep and peaceful sleep surrounded by his family.
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AN: Thank you for reading and once again forgive some of the medical lingo, I'm a nurse.