Ch. 55

(Atlantis, Infirmary)

It was very busy the next morning. Stacey mostly was treated minor foot and leg injuries. There were also plenty of hangovers treated. Teyla walked into the room and managed to spot Stacey in the craziness.

"Dr. Grayson," Teyla greeted.

"Teyla. Good morning," Stacey greeted, tiredly.

"I hope I didn't come at a bad time,"

"No, not at all, not at all! This place is quiet compared to the ER's back on earth," Stacey said. "What can I do you for?"

"I woke up feeling nauseous again and I couldn't keep breakfast down, either," Teyla told Stacey, sitting down on an empty bed.

"Okay, we'll take some blood and a urine test to start. And we'll go from there," Stacey said.

As Stacey put a pair of new latex gloves on and prepared the needles for several blood tests, Teyla went to go pee in a cup. Once she came back, Stacey drew several vials of blood to run a variety of tests. As she did so, Stacey asked:

"I have to ask: when was the last time you menstruated?"

"I have not since the last month. I should have started several days ago," Teyla told her.

"You could just be late," Stacey suggested, finishing up.

"I have never been late before, Stacey," Teyla said. She added. "That's what concerns me."

"Okay, well, we'll see what your hormones levels are in the urine sample,"

"How long will that take?" Teyla asked, holding her arm with a cotton to stop the bleeding.

"Not long. A few hours at the most, thanks to some Ancient Technology," Stacey explained.

And they waited. But, not as long as they had thought. As they waited, Stacey treated several other patients. Including Daniel.

"What have we all told you about touching things you know nothing about?" Stacey scolded as she wrapped a minor burn.

"I know, I know . . . " he said, flinching through the pain. "I just can't help myself, though."

"Just be more careful, please," Stacey said, kissing his cheek.

Daniel kissed her cheek, "Thanks."

He got up from the bed and left. Stacey shook her head, grinning.

"I have a feeling, that Dr. Jackson always gets himself hurt," Teyla observed.

"At least once a week," Stacey said, still grinning.

There was a beep. It was the Ancient Analyzing Machine (Carson's naming, not Stacey's), done with Teyla's blood and urine samples. Stacey glanced at the computer tablet.

"Well, Teyla, according to this you are 100 pregnant. In you first month, by the looks of it," Stacey told her.

Teyla nodded. Stacey continued.

"There's no chance of running a DNA test now. But, I think we both know who the father is," Stacey said.

"Aiden,"

"Yeah," Stacey went over to a drawer. "Here's some herbs from the Mainland. It'll help with the nausea. You make tea with 'em."

"Thank you, Stacey." Teyla said, taking the pouch.

"I will clear you for Active Duty. But, you're going to have to go on Maternity Leave in the last few months of the pregnancy," she gave a short pause and then continued, "I want you to come and see me an a few days for a check up. I want to see how you and the embryo is doing, okay?"

Teyla gave a bow, "I understand, Doctor. Thank you."

She got up from the bed and left the Infirmary. Stacey gave the room a quick once over. People were leaving one by one. Dr. Weir's voiced echoed in her ear.

"Stacey, I need you and you family in the 'Gate Room in thirty minutes," Elizabeth said in her radio.

To be continued . . .