Wiping the tear track from her face he leaned over pulling her body away from the wall. He tried not to scowl at how limp her body was as she slipped into his arms her head flopping onto his shoulder. He took a moment to settle her before standing trying to lose the tense feeling in his gut. He was glad he hadn't needed the sedative. The fact she had given him no trouble, allowing him to carry her with no fight made him feel elated at just how much she truly did trust him. But also made him worry that she was so far gone that she had nothing left with which to fight.

Walking carefully as to not jostle her he headed for the transporter. She had tucked herself into him more resting her head up on his shoulder one arm wrapped around his shoulders loosely. She was mumbling as he walked her words disappearing into his jacket on occasion. He had to admit that as worried as he still was, feeling her in his arms alive had given him some sense of hope even if she did seem remarkably light.

The hallways were still clear only a few marines holding guard outside the infirmary doors. He ignored the few curious stares he got as he walked through the doors of the infirmary intent on getting her help. She had faded fast the strength to keep her eyes open almost completely gone. Feeling the arm wrapped around him beginning to loosen he headed for the nearest empty bed.

"Doc!" His voice was conflicting with itself emotion tempered down in order for him to stay in control.

Beckett arrived quickly sending the infirmary into a flurry of activity as he called out requests to the few nurses he had. Lorne had tried to back away from the bed giving the medical staff more room to work but Merry had a death grip on the collar of his jacket. Beckett tried in vain to urge her fingers loose but to no avail. Leaning closer to her he whispered gently in her ear careful to try and have no one hear him.

"Merry you need to let go. Let Dr Beckett help you. I'll be nearby I promise." His quiet words had barely left his mouth when her hand went limp releasing the hold she had on him. Slipping her arm down to the bed watching the remainder of her body relax as he did he sighed in relief.

The moment he stepped back the rest of Beckett's team stepped forward filling the gap. Walking backwards he joined Sheppard and the others on the opposite side of the room, his eyes never leaving her. He could feel their amused gazes on him but he didn't care. He had been right and that's what mattered. She had turned to him when she needed help and trusted him enough to get help.

Seeing Beckett heading over his mind settled on the syringe still safely nestled in the pocket of his TAC vest. Pulling it free he handed it to the doctor as soon as he was near trying to ignore the look that crossed the man's face. Beckett stared at the syringe then back to the bed behind him before settling back to him. He could see the thousand questions burning on the doctor's lips but he said nothing his thoughts pulled away as Sheppard spoke.

"How is she doc?"

"She's not out of the woods yet but I'll know more when I've run her blood work." As a nurse came to his side a small packet in his hand Beckett turned away thanking him. "If you'll excuse me gentlemen." And with that he was off disappearing around the corner with just a quick glance at the beds he passed.

Watching Beckett leave he spared a glance to the still form in the distant bed before turning to the group behind him. He rocked back and forth on his heels staring at his boots not wanting to meet Sheppard's questioning gaze just yet.

Rocking back on his heels he finally looked up finding Sheppard leaning casually against a bed, arms crossed, and a boyish smirk on his face. He looked from him to Ronon his position mirroring Sheppard's against a nearby wall. Seeing Michaels almost squirming in the corner of his eye he wasn't surprised when the man excused himself before bolting out the door. He almost wished he could do the same but he knew he had quite a bit to answer for.

Running his hand through his hair and then down his tired face he jumped when Beckett's voice rang out beside him.

"I'm sorry Major but how exactly did you get her to come along without using the sedative. In her state of mind she should have tried to beat you to a pulp or at least run for the hills." In truth it had been the question he had expected to hear from Sheppard.

"I just didn't need it Doc. When I found her she asked for help and understood there was something wrong with her." He tried to sound by the book soldier but knew that just one look into his eyes told a different story. He cared a lot more than he knew he should allow himself to.

Beckett seemed to take it as a good answer patting him on the back before disappearing back around the corner another doctor firmly by his side.

He wasn't so lucky with Sheppard. A tilt of his head had him following him out into the corridor Ronon just steps behind. He could feel the man just paces behind him his presence hard to miss. Piecing his thoughts together he continued on knowing each step took him closer to a conversation he wasn't sure he wanted to have.

They walked a small ways down the corridor to a small alcove lined with the usual coloured glass windows and the typical Atlantis seating. Stepping in he glanced back to see Ronon casually lean against the wall. Wondering what was going on he squared his shoulders preparing himself for whatever was coming his way.

"Look Lorne," Sheppard shifted brushing the hair at the back of his head with his hand. "I know there's something going on. You said her name differently to everyone else, you had Chuck check your quarters on the scanners and I know she wasn't found in her own quarters," Lorne swallowed half expecting him to say he knew what had gone on before all this started but the smirk that crossed Sheppard's face nearly knocked him over. He knew he must have looked like a deer in headlights at everything he had said so when he felt Ronon slap him on the back knocking him forward slightly he turned to find the tall man smiling at him.

"Go and get some sleep. And that is an order Lorne." Sheppard smirked again turning to walk down the hall. Feeling another slap on the back essentially knocking the breath out of him he looked to Ronon now walking backwards away from him.

"Just don't hurt her." The man's deep gruff voice was an odd contrast to the smirk that crossed his face.

Staring after him for a moment not quite believing what he had heard he started down in the opposite direction toying with the idea of stopping in the infirmary for a short while. Hearing Sheppard's voice again he turned seeing him stood some ways down the hallway.

"Where should I say she was found?"