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Title: Unspoken
Author: Chaps1870
Pairing: Rodney/Carson
Rating: R for language
Disclaimer: They belong to someone else, I’ll return them when I’m done….maybe. No infringement of copyright is intended.
Chapter Two
It was several hours later and Rodney was moving on pure will alone. His stomach ache had turned to sharp pains and he had to stop more than once to catch his breath. Each time, the Major harassed him about keeping up. He tried to, he really did but eventually he had no choice but to stop again. Leaning against a nearby tree, he bent over, his fingers pressed firmly against the pain in his side.
He wasn’t surprised when the Major appeared in front of him a few minutes later demanding in an irritated voice, “Now what?”
Rodney glanced up and seeing the Major’s aggravation through pain shrouded eyes, he knew he wasn’t feeling well either. In a ragged breath he tried to answer, “I just need a minute to rest. I’m not feeling…”
He cringed as the Major relieved some of his own pain and irritation, “I don’t give a rat’s ass how you are feeling at the moment. I’m tired, McKay…really, really tired. In case you don’t recall, I have a broken hand and right now it is throbbing like a motherfucker. So you know what, McKay? I really don’t want to hear about how tired, or sore, or hungry you are.”
“But…”
“ENOUGH! Just keep up from now on or I swear I’ll leave your ass behind. You got it?”
In a half whisper, Rodney answered, “Yeah I got it, Major.” Rodney swallowed hard as he straightened, cowed by the Major’s fury. Pushing off the tree, he followed, trying hard to ignore the stabbing pain that was now concentrated in his side. For once he was glad it was raining and no one could see the tears that fell unwillingly. Every step was agony, jarring his side. Walking became a matter of putting one foot in front of the other.
As the day wore on, the Major’s pace slowed, his own exhaustion becoming evident. Ford stayed at his side ready to offer assistance while Teyla walked with McKay. When she silently handed him her canteen, McKay looked at her in surprise. He’d finished off the Major’s earlier but refused to ask for more. She nodded at him, “Drink, Doctor.”
Taking only a small drink, he handed it back. “Thanks.”
“Are you in a lot of pain, Doctor McKay?”
He shrugged off his surprise at her comment. “I’ll be fine.” It was weak and he knew it, but he wasn’t going to complain. He’d tried to explain to Sheppard and had received one tongue-lashing too many. Short of passing out, he doubted the Major would stop this close to the Stargate.
“You do not look so well.”
Rodney tried to smile, feeling uncomfortable under her scrutiny, “Well the wet, bedraggled thing never looked good on me.”
She smiled back and reached for him when he suddenly stumbled. A small gasp escaped and he had to pause to catch his breath. “It is only a little ways farther, Doctor. Can you make it?”
He nodded and continued walking, thankful for her silent company. When the Stargate loomed into view, Ford was practically carrying the Major. He had already dialed the gate by the time Rodney and Teyla arrived, having called ahead for Beckett to meet them on the other side. Four wet and miserable individuals stumbled through the gate.
Doctor Beckett had his team ready when they arrived and Ford helped the Major sit so they could exam his hand. Rodney wandered over to the steps and sat down, thankful to be off his feet. Teyla joined him, helping him remove his gear while Doctor Weir questioned Sheppard and Ford about the mission. They watched as John was taken care of until Rodney leaned into the wall and closed his eyes, the pain seemingly getting worse by the moment. His voice was just above a whisper as he implored of Teyla, “Get Carson for me.”
Jumping to her feet, Teyla hurried to the doctor’s side, “Doctor Beckett, I think you should look at Doctor McKay.”
Not looking at her, he continued to work. “It’s gonna have to wait. I’m kinda busy here.”
Teyla dropped her hand to his shoulder to get his attention, her voice very firm, “Now Doctor!”
Carson looked at her sharply and then he glanced over to where Rodney was sitting. Seeing how pale the scientist was, his heart lurched and his first thought was his hypoglycemia. He looked at the others and asked worriedly, “When did he eat last?”
“He ate lunch,” offered Sheppard.
Shaking her head, Teyla spoke, “I do not think it is his blood sugar Doctor. He has been sick all day and his side is hurting him.”
“I’ll have a look at him then. I’ll be right back Major.” Carson stood up and hurried to where Rodney was sitting and squatted in front of him. His eyes were closed and Carson spoke softly, “Rodney?”
Rodney slowly opened his eyes, a half smile forming for the doctor. “Carson.”
Carson could see the pain in his eyes and he had to resist reaching out to comfort him, instead calling on his medical training to remain detached. Touching his brow, he checked him for fever and took his pulse, noting both. His voice was filled with concern as he asked, “How long have you been sick, Rodney?”
Closing his eyes, Rodney muttered, “Yesterday.”
“When did ya eat last?” Patting Rodney’s hand to get his attention, Carson’s own was suddenly enclosed in a death grip. Rodney paled even more, his throat bobbed and he whimpered pathetically, “Sick.” Carson tried to help, but Rodney had already turned his head and was throwing up on the stairs.
It continued with dry heaves until Rodney grabbed his side, panting in pain. Carson grew alarmed at the paleness of his face and his obvious pain, “Rodney, tell me what you’re feeling?”
Rodney’s whole façade crumbled as he leaned forward letting his head was resting on Carson’s shoulder. He shuddered and cried out softly, “My side. God it hurts.”
Carson reached up and clasped Rodney’s neck while his other hand rubbed his back in gently. Pulling back, his lips lingered on Rodney’s forehead as he muttered, “I need to look at you, luv. Can you lean back for me?”
Already having a good idea what was wrong, he helped Rodney lean back on the stairs and lifted his shirt, exposing his abdomen. Looking Rodney in the eye, he hesitated, “This is gonna hurt, but I need ta check.”
Nodding weakly, Rodney closed his eyes tightly, hoping to prepare himself for what he knew was coming but frantically hoping it wouldn’t materialize. When Carson pushed in on his right side and then released the pressure, Rodney screamed as fire spread all through his stomach. The agonizing pain leveled off to sharp throb and he lay in a heap on the steps, gasping for air and wishing he didn’t know so damn much for once.
“Damn.” Carson began issuing orders. “I want his blood work stat. I want the results by the time we get ta the infirmary. Get the OR ready for surgery and tell Dr. Michaels he’ll be assisting.” Pointing to where the Major and everyone else were staring wide eyed, he barked at the nurses. “Bring that gurney. Major, you’re going to have to wait for the next one.”
Major Sheppard ignored those that tried to keep him down, pushing them aside and stumbling to his feet, anxious to get to his friend. He joined Teyla who was standing off to the side as Carson took Rodney’s blood. Holding his arm gingerly to his chest he asked worriedly, “What’s wrong with him Doc?”
“Well I canna be certain ‘til we get the blood work back, but if I were a bettin’ man I’d say he has acute appendicitis.”
If looks could kill, the one Teyla shot Sheppard would have put him six feet under. Guilt washed over him. “I didn’t know. Why didn’t he say something?”
Teyla watched as they loaded Rodney onto the gurney then turned to the Major, “I believe he tried, Major, but you refused to listen.”
Overhearing this, Carson frowned at Sheppard, but quickly turned his attention back to Rodney as they loaded him on the gurney. As they started out of the room, Rodney sat up, panicking. “Carson, Is it bad?”
Carson hid his concern. Stepping beside the gurney, he gently cupped Rodney’s face in his hand, his eyes shining as he spoke. “Shh. I’m right here, luv. You’re goin’ ta be just fine. I’m goin’ ta take care of ya.”
Rodney clasped Carson’s hand as it lay against his cheek and closed his eyes and let himself relax. If he’d kept them open he might have seen the stunned looks on the faces of the dozen or so people in the gateroom that were witness to his and Carson’s outing.
Author: Chaps1870
Pairing: Rodney/Carson
Rating: R for language
Disclaimer: They belong to someone else, I’ll return them when I’m done….maybe. No infringement of copyright is intended.
Chapter Two
It was several hours later and Rodney was moving on pure will alone. His stomach ache had turned to sharp pains and he had to stop more than once to catch his breath. Each time, the Major harassed him about keeping up. He tried to, he really did but eventually he had no choice but to stop again. Leaning against a nearby tree, he bent over, his fingers pressed firmly against the pain in his side.
He wasn’t surprised when the Major appeared in front of him a few minutes later demanding in an irritated voice, “Now what?”
Rodney glanced up and seeing the Major’s aggravation through pain shrouded eyes, he knew he wasn’t feeling well either. In a ragged breath he tried to answer, “I just need a minute to rest. I’m not feeling…”
He cringed as the Major relieved some of his own pain and irritation, “I don’t give a rat’s ass how you are feeling at the moment. I’m tired, McKay…really, really tired. In case you don’t recall, I have a broken hand and right now it is throbbing like a motherfucker. So you know what, McKay? I really don’t want to hear about how tired, or sore, or hungry you are.”
“But…”
“ENOUGH! Just keep up from now on or I swear I’ll leave your ass behind. You got it?”
In a half whisper, Rodney answered, “Yeah I got it, Major.” Rodney swallowed hard as he straightened, cowed by the Major’s fury. Pushing off the tree, he followed, trying hard to ignore the stabbing pain that was now concentrated in his side. For once he was glad it was raining and no one could see the tears that fell unwillingly. Every step was agony, jarring his side. Walking became a matter of putting one foot in front of the other.
As the day wore on, the Major’s pace slowed, his own exhaustion becoming evident. Ford stayed at his side ready to offer assistance while Teyla walked with McKay. When she silently handed him her canteen, McKay looked at her in surprise. He’d finished off the Major’s earlier but refused to ask for more. She nodded at him, “Drink, Doctor.”
Taking only a small drink, he handed it back. “Thanks.”
“Are you in a lot of pain, Doctor McKay?”
He shrugged off his surprise at her comment. “I’ll be fine.” It was weak and he knew it, but he wasn’t going to complain. He’d tried to explain to Sheppard and had received one tongue-lashing too many. Short of passing out, he doubted the Major would stop this close to the Stargate.
“You do not look so well.”
Rodney tried to smile, feeling uncomfortable under her scrutiny, “Well the wet, bedraggled thing never looked good on me.”
She smiled back and reached for him when he suddenly stumbled. A small gasp escaped and he had to pause to catch his breath. “It is only a little ways farther, Doctor. Can you make it?”
He nodded and continued walking, thankful for her silent company. When the Stargate loomed into view, Ford was practically carrying the Major. He had already dialed the gate by the time Rodney and Teyla arrived, having called ahead for Beckett to meet them on the other side. Four wet and miserable individuals stumbled through the gate.
Doctor Beckett had his team ready when they arrived and Ford helped the Major sit so they could exam his hand. Rodney wandered over to the steps and sat down, thankful to be off his feet. Teyla joined him, helping him remove his gear while Doctor Weir questioned Sheppard and Ford about the mission. They watched as John was taken care of until Rodney leaned into the wall and closed his eyes, the pain seemingly getting worse by the moment. His voice was just above a whisper as he implored of Teyla, “Get Carson for me.”
Jumping to her feet, Teyla hurried to the doctor’s side, “Doctor Beckett, I think you should look at Doctor McKay.”
Not looking at her, he continued to work. “It’s gonna have to wait. I’m kinda busy here.”
Teyla dropped her hand to his shoulder to get his attention, her voice very firm, “Now Doctor!”
Carson looked at her sharply and then he glanced over to where Rodney was sitting. Seeing how pale the scientist was, his heart lurched and his first thought was his hypoglycemia. He looked at the others and asked worriedly, “When did he eat last?”
“He ate lunch,” offered Sheppard.
Shaking her head, Teyla spoke, “I do not think it is his blood sugar Doctor. He has been sick all day and his side is hurting him.”
“I’ll have a look at him then. I’ll be right back Major.” Carson stood up and hurried to where Rodney was sitting and squatted in front of him. His eyes were closed and Carson spoke softly, “Rodney?”
Rodney slowly opened his eyes, a half smile forming for the doctor. “Carson.”
Carson could see the pain in his eyes and he had to resist reaching out to comfort him, instead calling on his medical training to remain detached. Touching his brow, he checked him for fever and took his pulse, noting both. His voice was filled with concern as he asked, “How long have you been sick, Rodney?”
Closing his eyes, Rodney muttered, “Yesterday.”
“When did ya eat last?” Patting Rodney’s hand to get his attention, Carson’s own was suddenly enclosed in a death grip. Rodney paled even more, his throat bobbed and he whimpered pathetically, “Sick.” Carson tried to help, but Rodney had already turned his head and was throwing up on the stairs.
It continued with dry heaves until Rodney grabbed his side, panting in pain. Carson grew alarmed at the paleness of his face and his obvious pain, “Rodney, tell me what you’re feeling?”
Rodney’s whole façade crumbled as he leaned forward letting his head was resting on Carson’s shoulder. He shuddered and cried out softly, “My side. God it hurts.”
Carson reached up and clasped Rodney’s neck while his other hand rubbed his back in gently. Pulling back, his lips lingered on Rodney’s forehead as he muttered, “I need to look at you, luv. Can you lean back for me?”
Already having a good idea what was wrong, he helped Rodney lean back on the stairs and lifted his shirt, exposing his abdomen. Looking Rodney in the eye, he hesitated, “This is gonna hurt, but I need ta check.”
Nodding weakly, Rodney closed his eyes tightly, hoping to prepare himself for what he knew was coming but frantically hoping it wouldn’t materialize. When Carson pushed in on his right side and then released the pressure, Rodney screamed as fire spread all through his stomach. The agonizing pain leveled off to sharp throb and he lay in a heap on the steps, gasping for air and wishing he didn’t know so damn much for once.
“Damn.” Carson began issuing orders. “I want his blood work stat. I want the results by the time we get ta the infirmary. Get the OR ready for surgery and tell Dr. Michaels he’ll be assisting.” Pointing to where the Major and everyone else were staring wide eyed, he barked at the nurses. “Bring that gurney. Major, you’re going to have to wait for the next one.”
Major Sheppard ignored those that tried to keep him down, pushing them aside and stumbling to his feet, anxious to get to his friend. He joined Teyla who was standing off to the side as Carson took Rodney’s blood. Holding his arm gingerly to his chest he asked worriedly, “What’s wrong with him Doc?”
“Well I canna be certain ‘til we get the blood work back, but if I were a bettin’ man I’d say he has acute appendicitis.”
If looks could kill, the one Teyla shot Sheppard would have put him six feet under. Guilt washed over him. “I didn’t know. Why didn’t he say something?”
Teyla watched as they loaded Rodney onto the gurney then turned to the Major, “I believe he tried, Major, but you refused to listen.”
Overhearing this, Carson frowned at Sheppard, but quickly turned his attention back to Rodney as they loaded him on the gurney. As they started out of the room, Rodney sat up, panicking. “Carson, Is it bad?”
Carson hid his concern. Stepping beside the gurney, he gently cupped Rodney’s face in his hand, his eyes shining as he spoke. “Shh. I’m right here, luv. You’re goin’ ta be just fine. I’m goin’ ta take care of ya.”
Rodney clasped Carson’s hand as it lay against his cheek and closed his eyes and let himself relax. If he’d kept them open he might have seen the stunned looks on the faces of the dozen or so people in the gateroom that were witness to his and Carson’s outing.