| Anxiety |
| by tigermoth26 |
| Title: Anxiety Rated: PG Category: Action. Angst gen Summary: On the outside, the Doctor epitomises calm. In her mind, and in her heart, Janet is privately panicking. Disclaimer: Stargate is not mine. Anxiety Perched atop a moving gurney with its tiny wheels rattling, Doctor Fraiser is in her element. Practiced fingers tear down the zipper or her patient's combat jacket, ripping aside the flaps of heavy material to grant her access to her patient's chest. Major Carter's left shoulder is a blackened, smouldering mess. Doctor Fraiser isn't paying attention to that right now. Her current focus is on her patient's unbeating heart. Her little hands push down rhythmically upon the Major's breastbone, coaxing the sleeping organ back into action. One. Two. Three - "Come on Sam…" Four. Five. Six - "Don't you dare do this to me." Seven. Eight. Nine - "Hang in there Sam." The gurney's tiny wheels squeal around the corner into the infirmary. Crash cart paddles held at the ready whine into life as the Doctor slides off her patient and onto the concrete floor. The waiting nurse nods to the Doctor and calls the area to be cleared. The Major's vest flops heavily around her shoulders as her chest rises in response to the paddle's electric pull. Fraiser monitors the monitors carefully. On the outside, the Doctor epitomises calm. In her mind, and in her heart, Janet is privately panicking. "Again." The Doctor demands. The paddles are charged and the target area cleared. The shock is applied to the Major's chest in order to bully her heart into beating again. The monitors register a peaky 'blip'. The bullying tactics have succeeded. Janet breathes a prayer of silent relief and follows the gurney into the operating room. The battered combat jacket is removed quickly from Samantha's shoulders and taken away from the room. Doctor Fraiser starts working with the tools provided on the waiting tray. Samantha Carter isn't out of the woods just yet, but she's going to live to fight another day. |
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