Holding Onto The Flower Petals

by mfrhuehuehue

Picking up the delicate petals as they fall off the flower, holding them close cherishing their existence. Jonas Quinn centered and whump. AU everything, I've picked the personalities of each of the characters I like best and amplified it. I've even added locations that may not exist in Stargate SG-1.

1. Chapter 1

Before you dive into the first chapter, I just want to say that this is my first ever fanfiction. Ever. I've used chatGPT to generate chunks of this story. I prompt the AI with the main points. I must say I'm not a good writer but here goes an attempt. Do leave a review. Be gentle XD I may break. But yeah please let me know areas that I can improve on.

Chapter 1:

The infirmary was bathed in a sterile glow, illuminated by the soft hum of fluorescent lights overhead. Machines beeped rhythmically, their steady cadence punctuating the otherwise somber atmosphere. Jonas Quinn lay motionless on the medical bed, his form shrouded in crisp white sheets, his breaths shallow and ragged.

Around him, medical personnel moved with practiced efficiency, their faces etched with concern as they tended to his injuries. A team of doctors, led by Dr. Janet Fraiser, worked tirelessly to stabilize his condition, their voices low and urgent as they conferred.

Jonas's chest rose and fell with each labored breath, his features drawn with pain. His eyes, usually bright with curiosity and determination, were now clouded with exhaustion, a testament to his ordeal. The bandages wrapped around his body hinted at the extent of his injuries, concealing burns, and bruises beneath their sterile veneer.

Dr. Fraiser leaned over him, her expression grave as she monitored his vital signs. She adjusted the IV drip, ensuring a steady flow of medication to ease his pain. Despite her professional demeanor, a flicker of concern betrayed her emotions, a silent acknowledgment of the gravity of Jonas's condition.

As the medical team worked to stabilize him, Jonas's mind drifted in and out of consciousness, the memories of the mission still fresh in his mind. He replayed the ambush, the searing pain of the staff blast, and the overwhelming sense of helplessness as he fell to the ground. Yet amidst the darkness, a glimmer of determination burned within him, a resolve to overcome whatever obstacles lay in his path.

Outside the infirmary, the bustle of Stargate Command continued unabated, the world beyond the sterile confines of the medical bay oblivious to the struggle unfolding within. But for Jonas Quinn, lying wounded and alone, time seemed to stand still, each moment stretching into eternity as he fought to cling to consciousness, to hold onto hope amidst the shadows of uncertainty.