Five memorable trips to the infirmary.



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From: [identity profile] thothmes.livejournal.com

Five Memorable Trips To The Infirmary - Spoilers for Seasons 1-5


1. The Time The Bedbugs Bit. They had stayed in the hut the natives had offered, and it had been infested with some kind of bug. In a way that was positively Biblical. Even Daniel, who at first insisted that they should try to stick it out for politeness' sake, had only lasted a half hour. By then it was too late. They were crawling with them. Leaping with them. Their hair rippled and moved with them. Well, not Teal'cs since he didn't have any then, but even he couldn't sit still and tolerate them. Jack O'Neill had been doing a damn fine Tazmanian Devil routine, complete with whirling and tooth gnashing. Since the natives had not had anything particularly memorable to offer in the way of ore or weapons, the team unanimously and wordlessly decided to decamp for the stargate and throw themselves on the mercy of Janet. General Hammond who had rushed to greet them returning two days early, had taken a look at the nasty, hairy, bite-y thing that crawled onto Sam's forehead and had set a new benchmark for rapid-but-dignified retreat. The guards had withdrawn before receiving orders to do so. And the medics who escorted SG-1 to the infirmary stuck so close to the walls to avoid approaching them that they looked like figures from the walls of an Egyptian tomb. Janet was made of sterner stuff. She met them at the door to the infirmary with a can of Raid. It worked.

2. The Time Carter Got A Bit Of Her Own Medicine.
Teal'c and Daniel came through first.
"We require a medic!" said Teal'c.
"Or a vet" added Daniel.
Sam and Jack came through next. Jack was close behind Sam, so close that their bodies were touching, and their legs moved in unison. Jack's left hand was wrapped around Sam's waist to help hold her up, and his right hand was firmly holding the scruff of the weaselly creature that was dangling from Captain Carter's right hand. It was using the firm grip of its many pointy little teeth to do so. The Captain looked dazed and a bit woozy
"Feisty little thing," said Jack. "But unlike Carter here, it doesn't know when to stop biting and move on. Permission to keep moving, sir?"
And without waiting for permission or the medics, the little procession proceeded through the blast door towards the infirmary, Carter and O'Neill still in lockstep. The weaselly thing growled.
Janet met them at the door with a syringe full of muscle relaxant. Turns out the critter's saliva had a powerful depressant in it, which earned Sam a night in the infirmary to sleep it off.

3. Food Poisoning. 'Nuff said. And the Marines of SG-3 said it early and often for the next few weeks, until they came back after imbibing P39-534's alcoholic Super!laxative.
"Hey, at least we were only leaving a trail of vomit for the janitorial crew to follow!" remarked O'Neill dryly. Taunts about the chunk-blowin' chairforce had been making the locker rooms unpleasant for him, of late.

4. That Walk. From Kelowna. For the first time SG-1 was coming home with something that Janet Fraiser couldn't begin to fix. The team that could not be split apart was about to lose one of its own, and as they walked, a ripple of stunned silence followed. The mighty were fallen, and brought low, and grief spread up the Mountain like an inverted fog, rising from the lowest depths.

5. The Time They Got O'Neill With The Poisoned Javelin. It had been heading for Carter, and he couldn't have that. Unfortunately he hadn't quite managed to knock her out of the way and avoid damn thing. And whatever they coated it with, it was worse than Ba'al's acid drops. Way, way worse. Daniel and Teal'c carried him through, javelin still sticking out of his liver, swaying slightly as they moved gingerly down the ramp, doing their best to glide rather than walk, while Sam guarded the rear. What stuck in the memory of all present, and haunted their dreams, was the way O'Neill - O'Neill who could be pinned to the gateroom wall or stuck with a painstick with only a growl, or a tooth-gritted "Ah, God!" - was screaming, high, and hard, and continuously, as he began to arch, and buck, and writhe. It echoed down the hall as they passed on into the hall, until it cut off abruptly as he fainted. The silence was just as deafening.
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From: [personal profile] sid

Re: Five Memorable Trips To The Infirmary - Spoilers for Seasons 1-5


they looked like figures from the walls of an Egyptian tomb That is wonderfully descriptive and very funny!

Oh, #4. *observes moment of silence*

#5 is just chilling. Nobody who was there could ever forget something like that. *shivers*
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From: [identity profile] thothmes.livejournal.com

Re: Five Memorable Trips To The Infirmary - Spoilers for Seasons 1-5


It helps that I studied to be an Egyptologist before life (and my insistence on getting one) developed other plans. And you know Daniel's own peculiar brand of bumbling with uber-focused attention? SO familiar to me from those days.
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