Day, Day 7, Table A
Title: Day
Author: x-erikah-x
Prompt #7: Day
Prompt table: A
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Rating: PG
Character/Pairing: John Sheppard, Teyla Emmagan
Word count: 440
Disclamer: Stargate belongs to MGM.
DAY
By ErikaHK
Dry underbrush smashed loudly beneath uncoordinated feet. There was a soft thump, then the weight on her right side slipped from her hold and fell, crashing heavily on the ground. John groaned softly and rolled to his side, clutching his chest and curling around himself.
Teyla was by his side in a heartbeat, her hand going to his forehead. It was warm and sweaty.
"John we need to keep going. Daylight will come soon."
She placed a hand on his shoulder not liking the slight tremors that rocked through his body, but they had no other choice. John nodded weakly in between ragged breaths, his eyes closing momentarily before opening again, glassy and unfocused.
Teyla took her hand under his arm and behind his back, raising him from the ground. Her chest tightened when she heard the crying whimper, but she did not stop.
She stepped forward, breathing deep as she half dragged John's almost limp body. His head rested on her shoulder and rolled to her chest. She could feel the air he released and the difficulty he had in keeping it flowing.
They had walked for most of the night, barely able to stop with their pursuers gaining ground behind them. John's condition had deteriorated greatly since their escape, and it had already been bad to start with. She knew he needed to stop often, but he never asked for it. She gave him a few seconds every now and again, and he never complained when they resumed the stumbling through the forest.
It would be a matter of time until he couldn't keep on going anymore. She could feel his collapse was imminent. Blood still oozed between his fingers and the bandage she had made and remade was sloppy and drenched again. She needed to redress it somehow, but with all their field bandages gone and the mercenaries only a few minutes away, they had no time to stop.
Teyla shifted his weight, adjusting her grip. She looked down at John noticing how his head lolled absently on her side, his legs not moving much at all.
"It will not be long now," she said as she panted. "We are almost there... Just... just hang on, John."
The lack of any response worried her.
She looked up and saw the first light of day breaking through the crowded tree tops. She mustered the last of her strength, her heart accelerating as she neared the clearing ahead.
She almost dropped to her knees when the bright sun of early morning glinted on the dark metal surface of the gate and announced a new day.
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Author: x-erikah-x
Prompt #7: Day
Prompt table: A
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Rating: PG
Character/Pairing: John Sheppard, Teyla Emmagan
Word count: 440
Disclamer: Stargate belongs to MGM.
DAY
By ErikaHK
Dry underbrush smashed loudly beneath uncoordinated feet. There was a soft thump, then the weight on her right side slipped from her hold and fell, crashing heavily on the ground. John groaned softly and rolled to his side, clutching his chest and curling around himself.
Teyla was by his side in a heartbeat, her hand going to his forehead. It was warm and sweaty.
"John we need to keep going. Daylight will come soon."
She placed a hand on his shoulder not liking the slight tremors that rocked through his body, but they had no other choice. John nodded weakly in between ragged breaths, his eyes closing momentarily before opening again, glassy and unfocused.
Teyla took her hand under his arm and behind his back, raising him from the ground. Her chest tightened when she heard the crying whimper, but she did not stop.
She stepped forward, breathing deep as she half dragged John's almost limp body. His head rested on her shoulder and rolled to her chest. She could feel the air he released and the difficulty he had in keeping it flowing.
They had walked for most of the night, barely able to stop with their pursuers gaining ground behind them. John's condition had deteriorated greatly since their escape, and it had already been bad to start with. She knew he needed to stop often, but he never asked for it. She gave him a few seconds every now and again, and he never complained when they resumed the stumbling through the forest.
It would be a matter of time until he couldn't keep on going anymore. She could feel his collapse was imminent. Blood still oozed between his fingers and the bandage she had made and remade was sloppy and drenched again. She needed to redress it somehow, but with all their field bandages gone and the mercenaries only a few minutes away, they had no time to stop.
Teyla shifted his weight, adjusting her grip. She looked down at John noticing how his head lolled absently on her side, his legs not moving much at all.
"It will not be long now," she said as she panted. "We are almost there... Just... just hang on, John."
The lack of any response worried her.
She looked up and saw the first light of day breaking through the crowded tree tops. She mustered the last of her strength, her heart accelerating as she neared the clearing ahead.
She almost dropped to her knees when the bright sun of early morning glinted on the dark metal surface of the gate and announced a new day.
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