Way too early for this crap.

[2ls-in-oneill.livejournal.com]

"I don't wanna be here, I'm not sick, you can't make me, I just got outta here, you're Genghis Khan...." Jack's litany of complaints was cut off by a deep, whooping cough. He glared at Janet as he staggered into the clinic ahead of her. "And I really am pissed."

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[janet_fraiser]

Janet glared at him. "Jack," she said. "You have a high fever, you're congested, you're wheezing, your chest hurts, and this morning, I woke up to the lyrical sounds of you vomiting." She pointed at the counter. "If that's not pneumonia, then I will do something highly embarrassing and objectionable in public to make up to you for it."

[2ls-in-oneill.livejournal.com]

"Jeez! Get all personal. And my vomit is not lyrical." He coughed again, leaning against the counter. "It's... epic. And how embarassing are we talking?"

[janet_fraiser]

"I'll sing. And dance." Janet crossed her arms and gave Jack a look. "But I'm not wrong."

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

Ahh...the sweet dulcet sounds of his pager going off.

Wilson strung together a litney of curse words that were a very nice combination of the physically impossible with the theoretically unlikely as he'd hauled himself out of a nice -very!- warm bed and dragged on some clothes.

But as he hit the clinic, he was once more bright eyed and professional, if you ignored the inside out T-shirt, the pants that didn't quite fit and the fact that he was barefoot and just generally rumpled.

"Hey there you two, what have we got?" Dark eyes raked over Jack and the oncologist was already seconding Janet's diagnosis as he reached the young man's side and laid a steadying hand on Jack's lower back.

"How long?" He asked Janet, just the two words he expected her to understand what he was asking.

[2ls-in-oneill.livejournal.com]

"I'm right here," Jack said crankily. Then gave another wet cough. "Janet's an alarmist. It's a chest cold."

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

Wilson snorted. "Yeah, cause I'm so going to listen to you at the moment."

He wasn't particularly unkind in his tone but he knew that coddling would piss Jack off so... gentle snark, even as he looked to Janet for a run down.

[janet_fraiser]

"He's been sniffling a little bit all week, but it hit him hard this weekend." Janet sighed. "Two days now. We've been overdoing it with our uncle in town."

[janet_fraiser]

"Jack," said Janet warningly. "I am not an alarmist, and I'm not wrong."

[2ls-in-oneill.livejournal.com]

"You could be. 'S gotta happen sometime. Even Napoleon screwed up once." Jack folded his arms around his middle as he coughed again, then winced. "Crap. Just give me the good cough syrup already. Codeine, yum."

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

"All right, let's get him into a room."

Wilson led the way down to one of the exam rooms towards the back, the same one Parker had spent the past week in, it was quickly becoming the 'sleep over' room.

Helping to get Jack up onto the bed, Wilson grabbed stethescope and BP cuff and set about running the vitals, fairly certain of what he was going to find but a stickler for getting the numbers.

After listening to Jack's chest, the oncologist winced.

"Wow, Jack... I don't even need to take an X-ray to support the diagnosis of pneumonia."

He kept it light, even as he shared a worried glance with Janet.

"His lungs are so tight I can barely hear any rattle and his heartrate is boarderline tycacardic. Get him settled back on the bed, I'm going to hang an IV, I want to run IV antibiotics for the next twelve hours at least."

[janet_fraiser]

Janet ignored the mention of Napoleon for now, and focused on getting Jack into bed and comfortable. She glanced over at Dr. Wilson and nodded in sympathy at his worried glance.

"It's going to be more than cough syrup, Jack." Janet crossed her arms. "Damn it, tell me, the next time you feel miserable!"


"Jeez, fine, all right," said Jack, squirming uncomfortably.

Janet sighed. "I'm just worried."





OOC: I have permission to NPC Jack when the mun's not around.

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

Wilson quietly went about his work, letting Janet and Jack exchange snarks for the time being as he neatly threaded the catheter into Jack's arm and then hung the lactate ringer above the bed.

Two syringes appeared in his hand, the cap of one caught between his teeth as he inserted it into the IV line.

"No fun cough syrup yet, Danger Mouse. Just antibiotics and a good ole sedative for sleep. We'll discuss the fun drugs in a few hours."

Twelve at least, when hopefully Jack's heartrate will have stabalized.

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

"Hello?" Sam doesn't see anyone at the desk, so she takes a seat in the clinic chairs to wait. She's up and pacing a few minutes later.

"Damn it, Jack."

[kelowna-j.livejournal.com]

Jonas taps softly on the clinic door and pokes his head in. He'd gotten a message from Janet about Jack being ill, and although he knows he's not technically supposed to be here, he figures no one will kick him out for coming to visit a friend.

"Hello, Sam," he says quietly.

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

Sam's head whips around as she comes to a halt. "Jonas." She takes a seat in one of the chairs. "It's good that you came. I don't really know anything yet, but he'll appreciate you being here."

When he wakes up. Because she refuses to consider anything else.

[kelowna-j.livejournal.com]

He sits down in the chair next Sam and pats her arm. "I'm sure he'll be fine. He always is, isn't he?"

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

"You're right. Usually he is." She takes his hand and squeezes it gently, taking comfort from his presence. "You probably don't remember it yet, but we've done this before."

[kelowna-j.livejournal.com]

"We have?" Jonas gives her a measuring look, trying to remember. "Was what I said helpful then?"

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

She can't help smiling. "Yes, it was."

[unclegeorge.livejournal.com]

He checked his voicemail on the way back to the hotel to change, and was not happy by what he found. Arriving at the clinic a short time thereafter, he eased the door open and stepped in. Sam and Jonas sat quietly in the waiting room. In the heavy silence, he could hear the churning of the central air unit, the gentle tick and beep of the various medical apparati.

He sighed. Just what was it with the members of SG-1 -- adult or mini-versions -- and the infirmary? And did he really expect to escape this weekend without a "tour" of the Fandom High medical facilities?

[OOC: Mun is here, but responses may be a little slow.]

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

Sam walked up to the General. "It's good that you're here, sir. I haven't heard anything yet, but Janet didn't sound very optimistic."

[unclegeorge.livejournal.com]

Hammond grimaced, nodding. He dropped a hand to Sam's shoulder. "And how are you doing?"

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

Sam gave him a weak (and probably unconvincing) smile. "About the same as usual," she shrugs, "I just wish I could see him."

[unclegeorge.livejournal.com]

"You haven't been able to see him yet?" He looked to Jonas, and back to Sam. "Has anyone seen him yet? Other than Janet?"

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

"I think he's in with the doctor now, sir. I haven't even seen Janet yet."

And it's that fact that's really starting to worry her. If Jack was really sick, Janet wouldn't leave his care to someone else.