Just Dinner
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Stargate: SG-1 › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
12
Views:
1,902
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5
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I do not own Stargate: SG1, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 9
Disclaimer: I do not own Stargate but I want to go there!
Daniel sat in the infirmary next to Becca’s bed; she looked terribly small, and fragile.
Logically he knew she was anything but fragile but that didn’t stop the twisting feeling he got in his chest when they wheeled her in and transferred her into her bed.
There were tubes coming out of one of her arms, she was pale and the bruises that had were just forming when they rushed her home were now prominent against her too pale skin.
His head ached and he was vaguely aware that he had not eaten anything in hours but he did not think he could get anything down.
Jack, Sam, and Teal’c had been by to check on her, and he had promised he would call the minute she woke up. They had been through this with Becca before; he had been sitting in the same chair by the same bed the year before.
Taking Becca’s hand in his, he closed his eyes in an attempt to relieve the ache.
His eyes snapped open when he felt her fingers twitch in his hand; he looked up and noticed that behind her lids her eyes were moving rapidly.
Becca couldn’t seem to get her eyes to open and her mouth felt like cotton balls. She took a deep breath and recognized the irritation in her through because it was not the first time she had been intubated.
She managed to get one eye to open then the other and was greeted by a pair of amazing blue eyes behind wire frames. “Déjà vu” she said knowing she sounded awful.
“Yes it is,” he said reaching for the water on the bedside table, “welcome back.”
“How long have I been out?”
“Not as long as last time, the surgery was more complicated then they anticipated though. You looked like you were dreaming just now anything good?”
“Not so much. I was flashing back to last year.”
“I did that myself while you were in surgery.”
Becca glanced at her leg then wished she hadn’t, it was in traction and she could see the pins sticking out of the cast. “Daniel, I think I’m going to be sick.”
He grabbed the plastic trash can sitting by the rolling table and used the controls to raise the bed slightly, unfortunately this added to Becca’s nausea by making her head spin.
Daniel got her cleaned up and made two phone calls, one to the CMO and one to Jack, he told Jack to have everyone wait little while before coming down so they would not overwhelm her.
Dr. Brightman walked into the room, “How’s my patient?”
“I’ve been better,” Becca replied.
“What did you expect after throwing yourself down a set of stone stairs?”
“Very funny! I did not throw myself I misjudged where I was going to land when I dodged the staff blast. As you may remember I have been hit by, a staff weapon before and I was not eager to repeat the experience. How was I to know that my attempt to cover my ass would land me yet again in your fine establishment.”
“Well, you are going to be my guest for the next three weeks while you are in traction. Then I’m afraid you are going to be in a wheel chair for at least three more weeks until that cast can come off and I’m probably going to confine you to base while you are in the wheelchair. After the cast comes off comes the fun part, physical therapy and you will be on crutches for most of that time.”
After Dr. Brightman had finished going over the extent of her injuries and what she could expect over the next couple of months she left Becca and Daniel alone again.
“Fuck a Duck!” Becca groaned.
Daniels eyes widened in surprise it was the first time he had heard the reserved Dr. use the F word.
“Daniel I am going to go crazy cooped up in this place. Can you go to my lab and get me some stuff please?”
“Not a chance,” he grinned, “I can however, go to your apartment and load up with stuff to make you more comfortable. Make me a list.”
“Do you have any idea what my desk is going to look like after Six Weeks!” she squeaked.
“At least six weeks,” he reminded.
“Shut it!” she shot back.
A/N: Thank you too all who have read this. The next chapter is where I am stuck right now, even the smallest suggestion can get the wheels turning again. I'd appreciate any reviews good bad and ugly!
Daniel sat in the infirmary next to Becca’s bed; she looked terribly small, and fragile.
Logically he knew she was anything but fragile but that didn’t stop the twisting feeling he got in his chest when they wheeled her in and transferred her into her bed.
There were tubes coming out of one of her arms, she was pale and the bruises that had were just forming when they rushed her home were now prominent against her too pale skin.
His head ached and he was vaguely aware that he had not eaten anything in hours but he did not think he could get anything down.
Jack, Sam, and Teal’c had been by to check on her, and he had promised he would call the minute she woke up. They had been through this with Becca before; he had been sitting in the same chair by the same bed the year before.
Taking Becca’s hand in his, he closed his eyes in an attempt to relieve the ache.
His eyes snapped open when he felt her fingers twitch in his hand; he looked up and noticed that behind her lids her eyes were moving rapidly.
Becca couldn’t seem to get her eyes to open and her mouth felt like cotton balls. She took a deep breath and recognized the irritation in her through because it was not the first time she had been intubated.
She managed to get one eye to open then the other and was greeted by a pair of amazing blue eyes behind wire frames. “Déjà vu” she said knowing she sounded awful.
“Yes it is,” he said reaching for the water on the bedside table, “welcome back.”
“How long have I been out?”
“Not as long as last time, the surgery was more complicated then they anticipated though. You looked like you were dreaming just now anything good?”
“Not so much. I was flashing back to last year.”
“I did that myself while you were in surgery.”
Becca glanced at her leg then wished she hadn’t, it was in traction and she could see the pins sticking out of the cast. “Daniel, I think I’m going to be sick.”
He grabbed the plastic trash can sitting by the rolling table and used the controls to raise the bed slightly, unfortunately this added to Becca’s nausea by making her head spin.
Daniel got her cleaned up and made two phone calls, one to the CMO and one to Jack, he told Jack to have everyone wait little while before coming down so they would not overwhelm her.
Dr. Brightman walked into the room, “How’s my patient?”
“I’ve been better,” Becca replied.
“What did you expect after throwing yourself down a set of stone stairs?”
“Very funny! I did not throw myself I misjudged where I was going to land when I dodged the staff blast. As you may remember I have been hit by, a staff weapon before and I was not eager to repeat the experience. How was I to know that my attempt to cover my ass would land me yet again in your fine establishment.”
“Well, you are going to be my guest for the next three weeks while you are in traction. Then I’m afraid you are going to be in a wheel chair for at least three more weeks until that cast can come off and I’m probably going to confine you to base while you are in the wheelchair. After the cast comes off comes the fun part, physical therapy and you will be on crutches for most of that time.”
After Dr. Brightman had finished going over the extent of her injuries and what she could expect over the next couple of months she left Becca and Daniel alone again.
“Fuck a Duck!” Becca groaned.
Daniels eyes widened in surprise it was the first time he had heard the reserved Dr. use the F word.
“Daniel I am going to go crazy cooped up in this place. Can you go to my lab and get me some stuff please?”
“Not a chance,” he grinned, “I can however, go to your apartment and load up with stuff to make you more comfortable. Make me a list.”
“Do you have any idea what my desk is going to look like after Six Weeks!” she squeaked.
“At least six weeks,” he reminded.
“Shut it!” she shot back.
A/N: Thank you too all who have read this. The next chapter is where I am stuck right now, even the smallest suggestion can get the wheels turning again. I'd appreciate any reviews good bad and ugly!