Hank and Jack stood at the bottom of the ramp as the HAZMAT-geared medical team walked through the wormhole with Stolz's isolation pod. The event horizon rippled behind them, and Jack counted the seconds until the radio sounded, "This is Med Team 1. We have arrived and are headed toward the village. Airman Stolz is a-okay."

"Safe travels," Sergeant Harriman responded. "SGC out." The wormhole snapped off, and both Generals turned left to leave.

Carolyn Lam stood in their path, still clearly livid that they'd sent Stolz offworld. She shoved a piece of white office paper their direction.

The two men just stared at it for a moment, both fairly certain it was her resignation. And if she had the nerve to consider leaving in the middle of such a crisis, so help him, Jack would seriously reconsider his attitude on beating women senseless.

Landry took the sheet of paper gingerly and glanced at it. "What is this?"

The question didn't sound rhetorical, so Jack looked over himself. It was medical, clearly, and he didn't recognize a word of it.

"I've spent all my free time today on the phone with my colleagues at the CDC," she said. "I can't exactly tell them I'm dealing with a little alien bug, but they had good suggestions for treating anemia and low platelets without needles – sublingually, transdermally, even with light therapy. I need what's on that list. I need it ASAP."

Jack blinked. "Call the Academy hospital."

"They won't have it. I've already sent someone for the vitamins and supplements I can get locally, but these are non-standard formulations. They'll need to be airlifted. Some will need to be manufactured first. That list is probably ten or twenty thousand dollars, but they need it. And it's all I can do."

Landry held the paper out to his CO. "You have more strings to pull than I do."

He didn't take it. "And if they blow me off? Because it's Carter?"

Hank considered that for a moment. It was quite the favor to call in, anyway, but for a lover... Regardless, though, she wasn't the only one sick. Holding the list toward the Control Room window, he yelled, "Walter! I need a copy of this! And a second phone in my office!"

Teamwork. Well, that was a plan. "And a comfy chair!" Jack called and followed the other man upstairs.

~/~

1530

"Knock, knock."

No answer came from inside the curtains, so Cam slowly peeked around the hem before stepping inside. Carter didn't react, her eyes closed, but Daniel rolled his head back to vertical and looked at him. "Enjoy your nap?"

"Do I sense judgment there, Jackson?" he asked as the archaeologist stretched out the kinks in his neck.

"No, no judgment. Jealousy, maybe, but not judgment."

He raised an eyebrow. "There's more than one bunk in this place, you know."

"I know. But Sam seems to want us to stick around, so..."

"The feeling's mutual." To the woman resting on the bed, he asked, "How are you feeling?"

"She finally fell asleep a little bit ago."

Cam glanced from the computer display near her bedside to Jackson and back. "You sure about that?"

"Pretty sure, yeah. What's up?"

He shrugged. "I thought her heart rate last night was more like sixty-two." But the monitor read seventy-one, so he must have been wrong.

Daniel made a face at him. "You're a pilot and a doctor now?"

"No; I was just bored. But I've slept since then, you know, so-"

"Lucky devil," the other man grunted. "Have you seen Teal'c?"

"One of the nerds caught him in the hallway for something. He jumped at it – I think he's going a little stir crazy down here – and when Mister Stoic is losing it, that really says something. But I can page him, if you want."

"No, no, that's fine." Daniel would have a stroke if someone paged him to the infirmary with Sam this ill; he wouldn't do it to Teal'c.

Digging the banana he'd snagged from the cafeteria from his pocket, Cam settled into a chair near the foot of the bed and started to peel it... only to stop at the tingle of someone watching him.

It was Jackson, and he wasn't looking at the colonel, but at the fruit he held. Intently. Freakishly so.

"Uh... hungry?" he asked, offering it out.

The other man snatched it up. "You're a good guy, Cam."