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30 DAYS OF SHEP WHUMP DAY 5 - TOXIC
Prompt #5: Toxic
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Word Count: 971
Toxic
By ErikaHK
Rodney half dragged Sheppard through the jungle while Ronon and Teyla provided cover fire against their attackers. As if it wasn't hard enough to be almost carrying his team leader, the trees were large and heavy foliage blocked most of the way. Rodney also couldn't forget to check his scanner from time to time (without dropping Sheppard) to make sure they were heading towards the right direction.
Rodney puffed. His face was red and sweat dropped from his forehead. The temperature of the forest was high, and the extra exercise wasn't really welcomed.
They stopped behind a tree. "You know," Rodney said while he panted heavily. "You could... try to help... and make those legs... sustain yourself."
He looked at Sheppard, his eyes half closed and face pale and wet. It looked like the man was going to drop any minute if Rodney didn't hold him tightly. He breathed deeply and adjusted his grip around Sheppard's back.
The sounds of Teyla's P90 and Ronon's blaster were beginning to get closer, so Rodney decided that fifteen seconds were enough resting and resumed the part dragging, part carrying, part dropping and nearly falling through the jungle. Sheppard's legs weren't working so well anymore and the sounds coming from him weren't really comforting. They resembled the sounds Rodney usually connected to psychiatric hospitals.
Soft mumbling that didn't make the slightest sense came next, followed by giggling, then a period of panic.
"No, Nnrgh... no, no," Sheppard said as he desperately tried to break free.
Rodney nearly tripped and fell trying to keep Sheppard standing and moving on.
"For Christ's sake, Sheppard! Stop! I'm only--"
Sheppard kept flapping his arms around and hit Rodney on the nose.
"Oooowww!" Rodney had to grip Sheppard's vest to prevent him from running away while tears streamed down Rodney's eyes. "Oh, God. You so own me for this."
Sheppard then became a limp dead weight and crashed down on the ground, almost taking Rodney along.
"I'm going to demand a whole year of chocolate for this one, Sheppard!" he said as he knelt by unconscious form. Rodney looked down and saw blood dripping from his nose. "Plus a whole year of pudding for the bleeding nose." His voice was nasal.
Rodney would have pinched his nose to block the flow of blood, but the whole bad guys chasing after them didn't leave time for that. Rodney panted and tried to lift the heavy burden from the floor, feeling complaining muscles on his back telling him that it was a bad idea. But in life or dead situations, Rodney didn't really have the luxury of listening to pain.
After a few more meters which Rodney was too embarrassed to count, he stopped again to rest. Ronon and Teyla were catching up to him, so, once again, he decided to go ahead instead of waiting for them. By their sounds, the primitives were still on the chase with their spears and poisonous darts and Rodney wasn't too keen on feeling the effects Sheppard had.
The last few meters to the DHD were crossed by literally dragging Sheppard by his arms. Rodney panted heavily for a few moments, too light headed to do anything else. When Rodney no longer felt he was going to pass out from exhaustion, he dialed.
The blue vortex was the most beautiful thing Rodney had seen since coming to that stupid planet. Stepping on a very fresh Atlantis almost made him collapse in relief.
The medical staff surrounded Sheppard while the Marines remained in position, waiting for Ronon and Teyla to step through. By the time the rest of the team arrived, Rodney was already following the gurney out of the gate room.
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Rodney got up the second the infirmary door opened and crossed the few steps between the team and Jennifer.
"So, how is he?" he asked.
"He's been poisoned with a substance I've never seen before, but it's similar enough to a number of toxins from Earth. I believe it will take a couple of days for them to be completely released from his body and I don't really know the kinds of complications we can expect in the meantime."
Teyla stepped forward. "Can we stay with him?"
Jennifer nodded. "Of course."
The team entered the infirmary and settled themselves for the long night.
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An irregular loud shrieking noise woke Rodney up. He snapped his eyes open and saw Ronon and Teyla already over Sheppard's body as it convulsed violently. Rodney got up from his chair and pushed it back to stand out of the way of the hurrying night shift personnel as they rushed to stabilize Sheppard.
Several needles and one shocking to Sheppard's heart later, the pilot was back to being sound asleep while Rodney doubted his own heart rate would ever decrease. He crashed back into his chair, and couldn't close his eyes for the rest of the night.
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Or so he thought. Rodney woke up with the first light of morning to see - and also hear - Ronon snorring while he slept somewhat comfortably on a chair on the opposite side of the bed, and Teyla singing softly to a sleeping Torren on her arms. She smiled at him and Rodney rubbed his eyes to remove the rest of sleep.
A moan made Rodney snap his head to look at Sheppard. An eyebrow lifted slightly, followed by a small turn of Sheppard's head. Soon, a frown had appeared on his face and a pair of tired eyes barely slid open.
"Good morning, sunshine," Rodney said as he approached the bed.
More moaning was the answer to that remark. Sheppard's eyes blinked slowly, or so Rodney thought before they didn't go back to being open. The frown disappeared and was replaced by an expression of blissful sleep.
The End
Author:
x_erikah_xWord Count: 971
By ErikaHK
Rodney half dragged Sheppard through the jungle while Ronon and Teyla provided cover fire against their attackers. As if it wasn't hard enough to be almost carrying his team leader, the trees were large and heavy foliage blocked most of the way. Rodney also couldn't forget to check his scanner from time to time (without dropping Sheppard) to make sure they were heading towards the right direction.
Rodney puffed. His face was red and sweat dropped from his forehead. The temperature of the forest was high, and the extra exercise wasn't really welcomed.
They stopped behind a tree. "You know," Rodney said while he panted heavily. "You could... try to help... and make those legs... sustain yourself."
He looked at Sheppard, his eyes half closed and face pale and wet. It looked like the man was going to drop any minute if Rodney didn't hold him tightly. He breathed deeply and adjusted his grip around Sheppard's back.
The sounds of Teyla's P90 and Ronon's blaster were beginning to get closer, so Rodney decided that fifteen seconds were enough resting and resumed the part dragging, part carrying, part dropping and nearly falling through the jungle. Sheppard's legs weren't working so well anymore and the sounds coming from him weren't really comforting. They resembled the sounds Rodney usually connected to psychiatric hospitals.
Soft mumbling that didn't make the slightest sense came next, followed by giggling, then a period of panic.
"No, Nnrgh... no, no," Sheppard said as he desperately tried to break free.
Rodney nearly tripped and fell trying to keep Sheppard standing and moving on.
"For Christ's sake, Sheppard! Stop! I'm only--"
Sheppard kept flapping his arms around and hit Rodney on the nose.
"Oooowww!" Rodney had to grip Sheppard's vest to prevent him from running away while tears streamed down Rodney's eyes. "Oh, God. You so own me for this."
Sheppard then became a limp dead weight and crashed down on the ground, almost taking Rodney along.
"I'm going to demand a whole year of chocolate for this one, Sheppard!" he said as he knelt by unconscious form. Rodney looked down and saw blood dripping from his nose. "Plus a whole year of pudding for the bleeding nose." His voice was nasal.
Rodney would have pinched his nose to block the flow of blood, but the whole bad guys chasing after them didn't leave time for that. Rodney panted and tried to lift the heavy burden from the floor, feeling complaining muscles on his back telling him that it was a bad idea. But in life or dead situations, Rodney didn't really have the luxury of listening to pain.
After a few more meters which Rodney was too embarrassed to count, he stopped again to rest. Ronon and Teyla were catching up to him, so, once again, he decided to go ahead instead of waiting for them. By their sounds, the primitives were still on the chase with their spears and poisonous darts and Rodney wasn't too keen on feeling the effects Sheppard had.
The last few meters to the DHD were crossed by literally dragging Sheppard by his arms. Rodney panted heavily for a few moments, too light headed to do anything else. When Rodney no longer felt he was going to pass out from exhaustion, he dialed.
The blue vortex was the most beautiful thing Rodney had seen since coming to that stupid planet. Stepping on a very fresh Atlantis almost made him collapse in relief.
The medical staff surrounded Sheppard while the Marines remained in position, waiting for Ronon and Teyla to step through. By the time the rest of the team arrived, Rodney was already following the gurney out of the gate room.
--------------
Rodney got up the second the infirmary door opened and crossed the few steps between the team and Jennifer.
"So, how is he?" he asked.
"He's been poisoned with a substance I've never seen before, but it's similar enough to a number of toxins from Earth. I believe it will take a couple of days for them to be completely released from his body and I don't really know the kinds of complications we can expect in the meantime."
Teyla stepped forward. "Can we stay with him?"
Jennifer nodded. "Of course."
The team entered the infirmary and settled themselves for the long night.
--------------
An irregular loud shrieking noise woke Rodney up. He snapped his eyes open and saw Ronon and Teyla already over Sheppard's body as it convulsed violently. Rodney got up from his chair and pushed it back to stand out of the way of the hurrying night shift personnel as they rushed to stabilize Sheppard.
Several needles and one shocking to Sheppard's heart later, the pilot was back to being sound asleep while Rodney doubted his own heart rate would ever decrease. He crashed back into his chair, and couldn't close his eyes for the rest of the night.
--------------
Or so he thought. Rodney woke up with the first light of morning to see - and also hear - Ronon snorring while he slept somewhat comfortably on a chair on the opposite side of the bed, and Teyla singing softly to a sleeping Torren on her arms. She smiled at him and Rodney rubbed his eyes to remove the rest of sleep.
A moan made Rodney snap his head to look at Sheppard. An eyebrow lifted slightly, followed by a small turn of Sheppard's head. Soon, a frown had appeared on his face and a pair of tired eyes barely slid open.
"Good morning, sunshine," Rodney said as he approached the bed.
More moaning was the answer to that remark. Sheppard's eyes blinked slowly, or so Rodney thought before they didn't go back to being open. The frown disappeared and was replaced by an expression of blissful sleep.