Jack pressed down on the wound. “Stay with me, Daniel,” he ordered firmly.
“’m here,” Daniel responded. But it was a half-truth at best. His eyes were glazed and unfocused, his skin pallid and clammy, his shirt soaked with blood.
Sam tore open a new dressing with her teeth.
“No going glowy. Right here. You got that?”
“Yesss.” Daniel’s fingers scrabbled weakly at Jack’s knee.
“Teal’c will be back with help before you know it. Just hang tight.” Jack lifted his hands and Sam replaced the dressing. Jack reapplied pressure. “If we had our radios, he’d be telling us right now that he’s only a minute out. I’m tellin’ you, Daniel. Daniel?”
“Here. Here. Jaaack.” Daniel’s eyes rolled back in their sockets.
“Don’t you dare! Daniel? Daniel!”
Sam put her fingers to Daniel’s wrist and bent to put her ear by his lips, blocking out Jack’s harsh breathing. “I think he’s just passed out, sir. But his pulse is really weak.”
Jack’s eyes were fixed on Daniel. “Don’t tell me he’s dying, because I don’t want to hear it.” His face didn’t have much more color than Daniel’s, and his voice shook.
Sam stared at him helplessly.
“Daniel.”
“I hear something!” Sam rose and turned towards the sound.
“Don’t leave me, baby. Please.”
Tears starting down her face, Sam shouted frantically, “Over here!”
Don’t let it kill you, baby, don’t let it get to you I’ll be your bleedin’ heart, I’ll be your cryin’ fool
The Waiting is the Hardest Part, by Tom Petty, 1981
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the waiting is the hardest part
Date: Jan. 13th, 2009 05:52 am (UTC)“’m here,” Daniel responded. But it was a half-truth at best. His eyes were glazed and unfocused, his skin pallid and clammy, his shirt soaked with blood.
Sam tore open a new dressing with her teeth.
“No going glowy. Right here. You got that?”
“Yesss.” Daniel’s fingers scrabbled weakly at Jack’s knee.
“Teal’c will be back with help before you know it. Just hang tight.” Jack lifted his hands and Sam replaced the dressing. Jack reapplied pressure. “If we had our radios, he’d be telling us right now that he’s only a minute out. I’m tellin’ you, Daniel. Daniel?”
“Here. Here. Jaaack.” Daniel’s eyes rolled back in their sockets.
“Don’t you dare! Daniel? Daniel!”
Sam put her fingers to Daniel’s wrist and bent to put her ear by his lips, blocking out Jack’s harsh breathing. “I think he’s just passed out, sir. But his pulse is really weak.”
Jack’s eyes were fixed on Daniel. “Don’t tell me he’s dying, because I don’t want to hear it.” His face didn’t have much more color than Daniel’s, and his voice shook.
Sam stared at him helplessly.
“Daniel.”
“I hear something!” Sam rose and turned towards the sound.
“Don’t leave me, baby. Please.”
Tears starting down her face, Sam shouted frantically, “Over here!”
Don’t let it kill you, baby, don’t let it get to you
I’ll be your bleedin’ heart, I’ll be your cryin’ fool
The Waiting is the Hardest Part, by Tom Petty, 1981