Fic: "All That Matters" by kyrdwyn [Sheppard/Beckett, PG]
1. Allergic Reaction
All That Matters-PG
2. Amputation
"Finding Balance"-R
3. Broken Bone
4. Bruises
"Every Quiet Moment"-PG
5. Cancer
"At Any Cost" PG
6. Cold/flu/fever
"Fever" - PG (Sheppard/Beckett UST)
[Sequel to "Lucy",followed by "Match"]
7. Concussion
"Head Trauma and Halos"-R
8. Crushing Injury
9. Drowning
10. Electric Shock
11. Frostbite/hypothermia
"Cold Warmth"-R
12. Heat exhaustion/stroke
13. Infection
"Convergence"- R
14. Minor annoyances - papercut, hangnail,
stubbed toe, motion sickness
15. Neurological disorder - epilepsy, spinal cord
damage, stroke, migraines,
clinical depression...
16. Puncture/Laceration - bullet wounds,
stabbing, impalement
17. Psychological trauma
18. Sensory loss/impairment
19. Skin disorders - boils, pox, rash, poison ivy...
20. Sleep disorders - sleep dep, narcolepsy,
jet lag, snoring
"Waking Nightmare"-PG
21. Sprained or Strained muscle
22. Surgery (routine) - tonsils, appendix,
plastic surgery
23. Writer's Choice
"Home Treatment" - PG [Burn]
24. Writer's Choice
Title: All That Matters
Author: kyrdwyn
Rating: PG
Pairing/Claim: John Sheppard/Carson Beckett
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
2dozenowies Prompt: 1. Allergic Reaction
Beta: rosewildeirish looked it over, but all remaining mistakes are mine.
Summary: To Carson, one thing is all that matters.
There were moments when Carson could forget he was living in an alien city in a completely different galaxy than the one he'd been born in. Even in Atlantis, life could take on a monotonous rhythm that made it seem as if they were still on Earth.
Then something would happen that no one expected. Something that would brutally remind them they were mere ants in the Ancients' playground.
Carson was surprised this hadn't happened sooner, all things considered. He'd been anticipating a team returning from an alien planet with a member in anaphylactic shock since the first day in Pegasus. He'd insisted all teams carry at least one epi-pen and know how and when to use it for that reason. After all, just because something looked like it was harmless didn't mean it was, and an allergic reaction could occur at any time.
Rodney was one of the few who had taken him seriously, because of his own, established, allergies. Carson was grateful that he had. Rodney's quick thinking had saved John's life.
Carson reached for John's wrist, feeling the reassuring flutter of John's pulse against his fingers. Though the monitors showed John's vitals, Carson had always used the tactile method as well. Especially where John was concerned.
Recording John's heart rate on his chart, Carson reviewed the narrative of John's attack. Patient was on trading mission on P42-Z39. Natives offered team refreshment. Patient ingested fruit called "vishny". Symptoms of anaphylactic shock presented within 20 minutes. Witnesses described symptoms as difficulty breathing, cyanosis of the lips, and rapid loss of consciousness. Dr. R. McKay administered dose of epinephrine via pre-measured injection pen. Treatment alleviated most severe symptoms, and patient was brought back to Atlantis for further treatment and observation. Patient has no previous history of allergies. Vishny sample brought back for analysis.
Setting the chart down, Carson lightly patted John's leg. He was sleeping at the moment, his body worn out from the physical stress of the attack. He should be cleared for discharge soon, there being no sign of a secondary reaction. He definitely wouldn't be able to eat vishny again, but since its chemical analysis showed it was unlike any other fruit from the Pegasus or Milky Way galaxies, John shouldn't have any further problems. Other than having to carry two epi-pens when off world: one for him and one for Rodney.
Since no one else was around, Carson walked to the head of John's bed and gently stroked John's hair. Of all the things in the universe, John had to be allergic to exotic alien fruit. At least it wasn't a common fruit, like Rodney's allergy to citrus. Carson worried about John enough as it was, he didn't need to be thinking that John could die just because some chief's wife put lemon in the water for visitors. It was bad enough that Rodney already worried about that. Loudly.
John turned his head into Carson's touch, but didn't seem to wake. Carson kept stroking his hair, reassuring himself that John was there, if still a bit under the weather. He leaned down and kissed John's forehead. So long as John was alive, nothing else mattered.