When the raft landed on the shore, Sam was there to meet it. He and three of the four-man team that climbed out of the vessel, headed back to where Callen unmoving lay on the sand in the alcove. One member of the rescue team striped off his gloves and headgear and pulled out a small medical kit. "Injuries," he demanded of Sam.
"Whip lashes covering the entire back, infected. Bullet wound, thru and thru, left shoulder. Possible broken ribs. Possible concussion. Dehydration. High fever," Sam recited clinically.
The rescue medic pulled out a stethoscope. "Mental status."
"Delirious," Sam replied.
The medic gave a quick nodded of his head then listened to Callen chest. "Fluid in the lungs. No allergies?"
"None though pain medications makes him very nausea. And he hates shots," Sam answered with a slight smile.
"Well," the medic said straightening up and digging in his bag. "He isn't in much shape to voice an objection. Any medications?"
Sam paused, not sure what the medic meant. "He doesn't take anything. In the last four days, I have administered two shots of morphine, Maxalon, antibiotics and a bunch of Motrin. He also hasn't kept anything down in days."
The medic uncapped three syringes and rapidly injected them into the patient. Nodding to the two waiting men, he instructed them to take Callen to the raft before turning to face Sam. "Your injuries?"
"Burns and shrapnel. Left leg," Sam reported succinctly.
"You can make it to the ship?" the medic asked donning his headgear and gloves.
"Not a problem," Sam said as the two men headed back to the raft. Callen was already loaded in it; he was so still. A cold shiver ran up Sam's spine and his concern showed on his face.
The medic noted it and sought to reassure him. "Hetty sent me his medical file and yours. I'm not going to lie to you, he's not good, but judging from what I read, he's tough and that counts for a lot."
One of the rescue team helped Sam over the edge of the craft and when they were all settled, they headed out into the pitch black night. Callen started to stir at one point during the long journey but Sam's hand on his shoulder seemed to calm him.
It took a long time to get to their destination, and when they did, there was a flurry of activity as they were brought onboard and Callen was quickly whisked off into the bowels of the ship. Sam thanked the members of the rescue team before he too was taken to sickbay. Once there, he was instructed to lie on a bed though he desperately glanced around trying to see callen.
"Your partner?" the med tech asked seeing Sam scanning the room. Sam nodded affirmatively. "Over there," he pointed. "He's in good hands. Don't worry. You need to focus on yourself for a moment."
Sam answered all the questions put forth to him by a second medic that had joined the first. While he was providing the vital requested information, the first medic started an IV line and hung a bag of solution. Sam felt a presence behind him and the two medics snapped to attention with a 'Sir'.
The Captain waved them off and walked around the exam table until Sam could see his face. Sam, being ex-Navy, could easily read the insignia and he knew this was the head honcho of this vessel. "Sir," he said respectively from his prone position.
"Agent Hanna, I presume?" he inquired though he knew perfectly well who they'd just rescued.
"Yes Sir," Sam answered smartly.
"And Agent Callen?" he asked glancing around.
"Over there Captain," the med tech pointed across the infirmary.
The Captain gave a curt nodded. "Good. Now that I have laid eyes on you both I can go back and reassure that little ninja you are both alive. She was quite insistent I come check on you personally and frankly I had the feeling if I didn't Ms. Lange would soon being landing on my deck to check on you two herself.
Sam smiled as he thought back to the Christmas Eve Hetty did fly in to get Sam home to his family in time for Christmas. "She might just do that Sir."
The Captain laughed. "Yes, I am quite aware of the legend that is Henrietta Lange. Let me get back to the bridge before that she-devil orders my crew to come find me. If you need anything, don't hesitate to let me know."
The Captain pulled the medic to the side out of Sam's earshot and asked for a frank assessment. Then he moved over to the doctor tending Callen and did the same. He frowned slightly at that report then gave the doctor a light clap on the back before heading back to the bridge to report out to Hetty.
The med tech injected something into Sam's IV. "Ok, time for a nap," he said and that was the last thing Sam remembered before he drifted off.