Z is for Zodiac
Grunting, Daniel squinted against the bright light above his bed. He heard a rustling of paper.
“Hey, sunshine, you’re awake!” Jack’s cheery voice sounded way too loud.
“Jack?” Daniel forced his eyes into focus, but it made his head throb. He tried to raise his left arm to rub at his forehead, but found it tethered by an IV tube. His right was supported in a sling to protect his broken bones. The cast on his leg felt like it weighed a ton.
“How you doin?”
“Stupidest question in the world, Jack.” Daniel decided. “I’m on top of the world, can’t you tell?”
“Well, you should be,” Colonel O’Neill announced with a chuckle.
“How’d you figure that?” Daniel knew he was concussed, but he was pretty sure that getting trampled by a great hulking alien bullock wasn’t conducive to anyone’s wellbeing.
“Says so right here,” Jack held up the copy of the Sunday supplement he’d been reading while he waited for Daniel to come round.
“Huh?” SG-1 was a top-secret government taskforce, or so he thought. Since when did their exploits make the Sunday papers?
Jack tapped the horoscope section, turning it round for Daniel to read.
Daniel frowned.
“You are a Cancer, aren’t you? Zodiac sign for July 8th?”
Daniel nodded, but instantly regretted it.
“Well, there you are then.” Jack looked smug. “Right here, listen.” He turned it back so he could read aloud, “Cancer should be bold today. Take the bull by the horns and you’re bound to come out on top of the world.”
Daniel groaned, “I wish somebody had told the bull.”
“Hey, sunshine, you’re awake!” Jack’s cheery voice sounded way too loud.
“Jack?” Daniel forced his eyes into focus, but it made his head throb. He tried to raise his left arm to rub at his forehead, but found it tethered by an IV tube. His right was supported in a sling to protect his broken bones. The cast on his leg felt like it weighed a ton.
“How you doin?”
“Stupidest question in the world, Jack.” Daniel decided. “I’m on top of the world, can’t you tell?”
“Well, you should be,” Colonel O’Neill announced with a chuckle.
“How’d you figure that?” Daniel knew he was concussed, but he was pretty sure that getting trampled by a great hulking alien bullock wasn’t conducive to anyone’s wellbeing.
“Says so right here,” Jack held up the copy of the Sunday supplement he’d been reading while he waited for Daniel to come round.
“Huh?” SG-1 was a top-secret government taskforce, or so he thought. Since when did their exploits make the Sunday papers?
Jack tapped the horoscope section, turning it round for Daniel to read.
Daniel frowned.
“You are a Cancer, aren’t you? Zodiac sign for July 8th?”
Daniel nodded, but instantly regretted it.
“Well, there you are then.” Jack looked smug. “Right here, listen.” He turned it back so he could read aloud, “Cancer should be bold today. Take the bull by the horns and you’re bound to come out on top of the world.”
Daniel groaned, “I wish somebody had told the bull.”