Janet's POV. This will be chapter 4 out of 5! After this story I'm intending to write a story with ten to fifteen chapters, so never fear! Keep reading and reviewing, I love all criticism! Also, in the reviews, if any of you have any recommendations for any stories that you love and think I would too, share them! -K.

Whenever someone tells me that there is a lot of blood coming from beneath someone, I know have to work smart and I have to work fast.

I look at Daniel and I know he can see the worry in my eyes. I remove the look from my face and run my hands over the airman in front of me, mentally making a list of his injuries and their severities.

"I'm Dr. Janet Fraiser. Can you hear me?" I can hear Daniel opening my pack and removing the necessary medical equipment I will more than likely need.

The airman in front of me coughs painfully, struggling to speak. "Yeah. Hurts so bad. I can't move, can't feel my legs. I think it went right through me!" I can hear the panic rising in his voice.

Luckily, Daniel steps in so I can put all of my focus in stabilizing his medical condition. "What's your name?" I am so thankful that Daniel accompanied me and make a mental note to thank him later. I am also glad Daniel is trying to distract my patient from the pain I know he is feeling.

"Senior Airman Wells. Simon Wells." He inhales sharply, realization dawning on his face. "Am I gonna die?" He gasps harshly.

"Not if I have anything to do with it." I smile down at him briefly, trying to convey more hope and strength than I am actually feeling. I know this is a very important part of my job, keeping the patient hopeful and calm, even if I myself am not.

I turn to Daniel. "Okay, we need to roll him over, and stop the bleeding. OK?" Daniel nods. I turn to Simon, "Simon, you hanging in there?" He groans and I know we need to act fast, faster than I originally thought. In the back of my mind, I can't stop myself from thinking of Jack, wondering if he's okay. But now is not the time or place. "Okay, easy." It takes a considerable effort to keep my voice steady.

I place my hands on the patient and nod for Daniel to do the same. "All right on three. One, two, three!" I flinch at the loud scream Wells lets out as we turn him over on his back. Daniel's face looks much paler than before.

I nod towards the man laying in front of us and Daniel gets the hint. Keep talking to him. "I'm Daniel Jackson."

Well's breathing is very labored and it really worries me. "I know, I know. SG-1."

Daniel holds my gaze, looking worried. "OK, you're gonna be fine." He says. I admire the hope in his voice. It lacks his usual skepticism, which is good, at least in this situation.

Wells is still panicked, though. "Son of a bitch! He came out of nowhere! Shot me in the back." His voice is steadily getting softer, I note. I wonder if Daniel notices, too.

"Let's talk about something else right now, Simon. What's going on at home right now?" Good, Daniel, Good. He never ceases to amaze me.

"My wife," He coughs and it sounds horrible. "She's pregnant."

Daniel keeps glancing at me and I can tell he hopes I can stabilize him soon. He is not used to this kind of thing. "Yeah? This, uh, this your first? Congratulations." Daniel clears his throat.

I start to run my hands over the damage done by the staff weapon and Wells screams, screams very loudly. I find this extremely encouraging, it means he will not be paralyzed.

"That's good! At least you felt that!" I say, actual hope finally entering my voice.

My attention is diverted when I hear my radio crackle. "Colonel O'Neill! Our positions been compromised! We're not gonna be able to hold the gate very long." This is bad. Very bad.

"Colonel! I need more time to stabilize this patient. He can't be moved yet." I find it very hard to call him Colonel in times like this but I know it's necessary. All feelings need to be removed from the situation in order to proceed quickly and efficiently.

Simon grabs the front of my BDU's and looks me straight in the eye. "You can't help me! Leave me!" My heart pangs at his courage.

"Nobody is going anywhere." I tell him, my voice firm. I would never abandon a patient. Ever.

"I can't believe I'm not gonna see my son!" I am trying my damned hardest to help him.

"OK, just stay focused, stay focused." I watch Daniel remove his hand from the bandage over Simon's wound. His hand is covered in blood. "So, it. It…it's a boy. You're.. gonna have?"

Wells is panting now. "Tell me the truth. I'm not gonna make it, right?"

I had Daniel the IV bag and he holds it up without my instruction. "You're gonna be fine." I actually think Daniel is starting to believe it. I know I am.

"Doctor Jackson, Please! Please! Just let me tell my wife! Let me tell my wife that -" His scream of pain is all I can hear.

Daniel looks at me, a very sorrowful expression on his face. "Okay, Okay!" He hands the IV to me which I take willingly and he gets his video camera out.

"Got it. Breathe, Simon." He isn't listening to me at this point. "It's okay, Simon."

Daniel finally gets the camera ready. "Okay, you tell her yourself." He points the camera at Wells' face.

Wells takes a painful breath before starting. "I'm so sorry about this. Love you so much. God I just, I just wanted." He screams. "God! God shut it off! Shut it off, I don't want her to see me die. Please God."

"Simon, Simon! Look at me you are not going to die, Okay? I did not come all the way out here for nothing." I look him right in the eye. "Now we've stemmed the bleeding. We're gonna get you to a stretcher. We're going to get you home with your family in no time, okay? Now you hang in there airman."

Simon's eyes fill with tears. "Yes Ma'am."

I smile, suddenly the world is black.

Jack...