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Chapter 43: Dr. Daniel Jackson
I feel like I've been floating for a very long time...
A peek upwards confirms I'm in the infirmary...why am I not surprised...?
The abscess, Janet said something about draining it...
Yeah, I remember that part...
I remember her voice as she put me out, and other voices...after...
People talking to me. Not letting me go too far...
It felt good, anchoring...
Jack?
He's sitting over there mumbling to himself, something about his sense of humor...
What sense of humor, Jack?
He looks pretty rough, I'm surprised Janet's letting him hang around...
Oh.
I guess she might have had more reason to let him stay...
Wow.
That's a creepy thought.
Jack's still over there mumbling, but I can't seem to find the energy to let him know he's got an audience.
Hey, big guy, over here. Archaeologist? Bed?
He looks up finally and I smile at him...sort of. It feels like I'm smiling anyway...
"Daniel?"
Jack's voice sounds raw...like he's been too quiet for too long. That's never good where Jack's concerned. I try to force some sound out of my own throat, but it just comes out as a breath with a "J" at the beginning...
Jack smiles anyway, reaching a glass and straw to my lips.
"A little dry there?" Jack's eyes are looking deeper than just the surface, like he's trying to fathom something even he isn't sure of.
I nod thanks to him for the water, and try again. "Okay?"
I'm not sure if I'm asking if he's okay, I'm okay...or just things in general, but he seems to understand.
"I'm better now," he smiles. "You?" His hand touches my forehead. "Actually you feel cooler...I should get Doc..."
He starts to get up, but I reach up to grab his arm before he can get out of range.
"What's wrong, Daniel?" His eyes are on me again.
I shake my head, trying to put a lot of things into words my brain isn't quite ready to process. I can feel moisture in my eyes, emotions threatening to spill over when my words can't...
Jack sighs, a deep cleansing sound and his hand touches my cheek with a brief tap. "It's okay, Daniel. I hear you..."