30 DAYS OF SHEP WHUMP DAY 20 - NUMB
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x_erikah_xPrompt #20: Numb
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Word Count: 670
Numb
By ErikaHK
Usually, the few hours immediately after arriving off world with a medical emergency results in an unending wait. It happens from time to time with each one of them. It generally involves Rodney doing the wait with two other members of the team.
Today, waiting with him are Ronon and Teyla.
The first hour is the worst one. It's when they don't know what is happening inside the closed doors of the infirmary.
When the doors open, generally Jennifer or Carson will emerge and say everything will be all right and that another crisis was averted. Then, the team will be either shooed away to take care of themselves (a shower and clothes not covered in blood and mud sound good), but usually they will beg to stay just a little to make sure that heart monitor is actually beeping steadily.
Rodney knows it's a little stupid to stay sitting with a laptop, which keys can be banged from the comfort of a lab and an actual table, when it's a medical fact (or so the doctors say) that Sheppard will only wake up after several hours. But he stays anyway, and quickly takes care of the bloodied jacket by simply dumping it inside the container outside.
One could argue that Rodney would be the last person on Earth, or in this case the galaxy, that would willingly stay sitting a whole night by the bed of a person, surrounded by sick people, needles, vials of experimental vaccines and drugs, viruses and bacteria lurking in every single surface his skin contacts. I mean, he is Rodney McKay, arrogant jerk, bad with people that couldn't care less about someone other than himself. Or so people say.
Actually, he couldn't care less of what people say and think of him.
Well, except when they are saying that he's not a brilliant genius. He cares about that. He really does care about that. Because he is a brilliant genius. But that's not the point now.
The point now is that he is not simply sitting by the bed of any person. He's sitting by John's bed. Just like Rodney would sit by Ronon's, Teyla's, Carson's, or any of his friends' beds, and just like they would do it for him. Because they are family. And that's what family does. Rodney knows that now.
He will certainly complain about the aching back, the sore muscles, the high blood pressure, the little sleep, the overly concern about imminent death, and other many, many issues when Sheppard wakes up, because, after all, it is his fault that Rodney has them now. And he will certainly call him on the stupid hero complex that has Sheppard being genetically unable of denying the cries of a helpless villager. If it had at least been the cries of a beautiful woman, then Rodney could think of letting it pass (well, except for the Kirk jokes), but truth be told, it didn't really matter the gender or the beauty of a person for it to be included in the need to serve and protect of the military personnel, particularly one with a wild spiky hair.
Right now, Rodney can't say any of those things to him. Well, he can talk, that's what he does best, but Sheppard won't actually hear him. It doesn't keep Rodney from trying, though. Maybe it will enter Sheppard's drug induced sleep and root the ideas into his hypnotized brain. It's a working theory. One that Rodney has been testing for the past five years. It still hasn't shown any hints of working.
When a very slight moan reaches Rodney's ear, he can't help but smile. Because it's still hours until the drugs wear off. And because Rodney knows what's coming. And that's why he stays.
There's an expression of pure sleep bliss on Sheppard right now. The dumb face, the silly smile, the eyes that don't want to open no matter how anyone begs them to.
That's the moment Rodney knows John will be all right.
The End
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x_erikah_xWord Count: 670
By ErikaHK
Usually, the few hours immediately after arriving off world with a medical emergency results in an unending wait. It happens from time to time with each one of them. It generally involves Rodney doing the wait with two other members of the team.
Today, waiting with him are Ronon and Teyla.
The first hour is the worst one. It's when they don't know what is happening inside the closed doors of the infirmary.
When the doors open, generally Jennifer or Carson will emerge and say everything will be all right and that another crisis was averted. Then, the team will be either shooed away to take care of themselves (a shower and clothes not covered in blood and mud sound good), but usually they will beg to stay just a little to make sure that heart monitor is actually beeping steadily.
Rodney knows it's a little stupid to stay sitting with a laptop, which keys can be banged from the comfort of a lab and an actual table, when it's a medical fact (or so the doctors say) that Sheppard will only wake up after several hours. But he stays anyway, and quickly takes care of the bloodied jacket by simply dumping it inside the container outside.
One could argue that Rodney would be the last person on Earth, or in this case the galaxy, that would willingly stay sitting a whole night by the bed of a person, surrounded by sick people, needles, vials of experimental vaccines and drugs, viruses and bacteria lurking in every single surface his skin contacts. I mean, he is Rodney McKay, arrogant jerk, bad with people that couldn't care less about someone other than himself. Or so people say.
Actually, he couldn't care less of what people say and think of him.
Well, except when they are saying that he's not a brilliant genius. He cares about that. He really does care about that. Because he is a brilliant genius. But that's not the point now.
The point now is that he is not simply sitting by the bed of any person. He's sitting by John's bed. Just like Rodney would sit by Ronon's, Teyla's, Carson's, or any of his friends' beds, and just like they would do it for him. Because they are family. And that's what family does. Rodney knows that now.
He will certainly complain about the aching back, the sore muscles, the high blood pressure, the little sleep, the overly concern about imminent death, and other many, many issues when Sheppard wakes up, because, after all, it is his fault that Rodney has them now. And he will certainly call him on the stupid hero complex that has Sheppard being genetically unable of denying the cries of a helpless villager. If it had at least been the cries of a beautiful woman, then Rodney could think of letting it pass (well, except for the Kirk jokes), but truth be told, it didn't really matter the gender or the beauty of a person for it to be included in the need to serve and protect of the military personnel, particularly one with a wild spiky hair.
Right now, Rodney can't say any of those things to him. Well, he can talk, that's what he does best, but Sheppard won't actually hear him. It doesn't keep Rodney from trying, though. Maybe it will enter Sheppard's drug induced sleep and root the ideas into his hypnotized brain. It's a working theory. One that Rodney has been testing for the past five years. It still hasn't shown any hints of working.
When a very slight moan reaches Rodney's ear, he can't help but smile. Because it's still hours until the drugs wear off. And because Rodney knows what's coming. And that's why he stays.
There's an expression of pure sleep bliss on Sheppard right now. The dumb face, the silly smile, the eyes that don't want to open no matter how anyone begs them to.
That's the moment Rodney knows John will be all right.
