Hes here again, the pain on his face etched so deeply, it looks like it comes from his very soul.
Ive become accustomed to seeing him here every time Ive come on duty for the past three nights.
His head snaps up as I move across to the bed.
"Hows he doing?" he asks, his tone sounding impatient for good news.
I smile at him reassuringly as I adjust the drip flow. "Better, in fact I think "
The voice is husky and weak.
"Hey, Daniel, its about time you woke up. I was getting calluses on my behind sitting in this chair waiting for you."
Theres a warmth and affection in the Colonels voice that I dont often hear. I know I should stay and check Doctor Jackson over more carefully now hes awake but I find myself tiptoeing towards the curtains anyway, pulling them closed behind me. Ill come back in a few minutes and do the professional thing.
"Thank you, Sarah." The Colonels words drift out to me and I poke my head back through the curtains and smile at them, "Youre welcome, sir."
I cant stop the smile turning into a grin as I head for the waiting room to tell the rest of SG:1 that Doctor Jackson is going to be fine, while my mind holds the memory of Dr. Jacksons hand wrapped in the Colonels.
My mother told me once that theres nothing so good for what ails you as love. I think mom was right.