What They Say About Misery
Title: What They Say About Misery
Summary: Sam’s laid up in the infirmary while the rest of SG-1 gets to visit a beach planet without her.
Timeframe: Early seasons.
Characters/Pairing: Sam Carter
Genre: Drabble, Humor
Word Count: 172
Rating: G
Note: This drabble was written for iwishiwerekerry who gave me the prompt: Early seasons Sam, recovering from an injury ( Read more... )
Summary: Sam’s laid up in the infirmary while the rest of SG-1 gets to visit a beach planet without her.
Timeframe: Early seasons.
Characters/Pairing: Sam Carter
Genre: Drabble, Humor
Word Count: 172
Rating: G
Note: This drabble was written for iwishiwerekerry who gave me the prompt: Early seasons Sam, recovering from an injury ( Read more... )
One is Lonely, Four is...
It was 3:05 a.m. and the lights in the infirmary were on their lowest settings, but the main ward was far from silent, and the flickering lights of the candles on the bedside table of the bed on the far end danced on all the walls as Teal'c attempted his kel'noreem. Evidently success was elusive, because periodically a loud huffing sigh emerged from the solid, massive figure sitting cross-legged and upright on the bed, followed by a rustle as he broke posture to reach for some corner of his body. Then there would be another deep sigh as he retracted the hand before it could complete its mission, and resumed his original stance.
The next bed in was occupied by Daniel. He alone of the four patients was fast asleep. The strong antihistamines that he routinely took added to the further medications that Janet had prescribed for the contact dermatitis had had a sedative effect, and he had dropped off with Aspects of Later Hurrian Symbology still open on his chest. Periodically, thanks to the relaxing effect of the sedation on the tissues of his throat, he would issue a sudden and surprisingly loud snort, until he moved his head slightly, and the airway obstruction would cease.
But the worst offender, to Sam's mind, was Jack O'Neill. The medication had not affected him as strongly as it had Daniel, because he took no antihistamines, and not only was he still whirling in the bed like the proverbial dervish, but periodically he would lose the battle with his self-control and lacking the ability to scratch with his fingernails ever since the Doc had taped the mittens on him to prevent just such an occurrence, he would start writhing in place in an attempt to use the friction to ease the torment.
"Colonel! No scratching!" would ring out from the Nurse Chappelle (Jack called her Nurse Chapel), at her desk in the corner, and Sam's sleep would be murdered. Again!
She began to count to herself. One, two, three, four --
"But it itches!" The whine was oh! so much more irritating! now at 3 than it had been at 8 p.m.
Sam's ankle which had been a minor irritation in the afternoon, now throbbed in tandem with the rising tide of her headache, no doubt brought on by sleep deprivation combined with a skyrocketing blood pressure.
Misery loves company? Now she knew why. Company allows it to grow. Exponentially!
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And since Teal'c commonly kel'noreems in order to heal himself? You are soooo right.
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