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His hands were burning, the skin that touched the crystals slowly turning a dark red. It hurt, of course it hurt. It was like his skin was on fire. It didn't matter. Not at all. They had to get out out of this place.
They made him go to the infirmary after they stopped running, and he had. He'd gone and he'd gotten his hands bandaged and then he'd come right back. He needed to be here, he needed to do this. Anything that he could do to keep the shields up, to help boost power so they could find their way home. So his father could get back to his mother. So he could get back to Nara. All the kids...
So he was back in the ZPM room, his hands gripping the crystals. The bandages burning, his hands burning. Eventually the burning stopped, or at least it stopped hurting. He hadn't opened his eyes yet to be sure.
The room was cold around him now, which seemed strange given that he felt incredibly overheated. He opened his eyes, and stumbled a bit. His vision doubling and then going back to normal. He couldn't keep his eyes focused, couldn't make his legs stop wobbling. Everything hurt. Everything except his hands.