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John is sitting by her bed flipping through a magazine.
"Sergeant Sheppard?" her voice is hoarse.
"Hey," he puts the magazine down. "How're you feeling?"
Teyla squeezes her eyes shut. "I cannot go through it again," she says.
"What do you mean," he says carefully.
Teyla opens her eyes but does not look at him. "I am sure that you know."
"Yeah." John leans forward, "We had to call Beckett in. The doctors here weren't really sure how to handle it."
She changes the subject. "You wounded him, you know. It did not look good."
"Well, he still got away." He clears his throat, "Teyla…"
"Do you know that for a moment, I was glad? Before the adverse affects hit." She shakes her head against the pillow. "And before, before that amount would have had almost no effect."
"Tolerance is gone."
"John?"
"Yeah?"
She moves her hand towards him and he catches it and squeezes gently. She smiles at him. "Thank you for coming for me."
He pats her hand. "Any time."
It is not until John leaves that night that she allows herself to think of Michael's parting words. In that split second when he exchanged his gun for the needle and muscled it in her arm. As he plunged the drug into her system. "See you soon, darlin'. You know that you won't be able to stay away for long."