Sometime later Daniel opened his eyes to see Teal'c standing dramatically in the doorway. For a moment he couldn't remember where he was or what had happened but as he moved he felt the drip pull at his hand reminding him to lie still.
"Oh hi Teal'c" he slurred sleepily. The drugs made waking up harder than usual and he was half-aware that he had had some pretty vivid dreams. Disconcerted, he struggled to move up the bed a bit and then decided that the effort wasn't worth it. Teal'c would be bound to loom over him anyway.
Teal'c bowed solemnly, and his normally expressionless face registered concern. "Is your health improved Daniel Jackson?"
"I am truly much better thank you" Daniel replied, subconsciously emulating Teal'c's formality of speech. As a linguist, he was a natural mimic which was usually helpful - when he was in control. Drugged up he was not in control and he was awkwardly aware that it sounded as though he had been ridiculing the Jaffa's speech. Shaking off the last remnants of sleep he translated his own answer "I'm good thanks".
"Indeed" Teal'c replied "that is welcome news."
There was a pause. The conversation with Jack had been clunky and a bit stilted in the unfamiliar situation. Smalltalk with Teal'c was bound to be worse. Daniel didn't feel quite up to keeping the conversation afloat single handed. He fumbled around for something to say.
"Sooo…." He said slowly "Do you have plans?"
"Plans?" repeated Teal'c
"Plans, you know, are you going to do anything with the leave?" Daniel clarified.
"Indeed" Teal'c replied. "I intend to go off-world to visit family".
"Oh?" Daniel was slightly taken aback and wondered whether it was appropriate to enquire further. On balance he decided that it would be better not to. "Well …er…tell them I said hi" he ventured. It sounded lame to him even as he said it.
Teal'c gave another almost imperceptible bow with courteous solemnity. "That I shall Daniel Jackson".
"Um, er safe trip" said Daniel. The mention of family had brought back his dream back in a sudden vivid rush of emotion. The warm air of Abydos mingled with the warmth of his wife's arms: The ache of longing subsuming the ache in his side. With a sigh Daniel looked round the windowless infirmary. Logic told him that had he had appendicitis on Abydos he would probably be dead, but logic quickly wilted under the heat of the desert sun.