PART 2
�Sam?� he said quietly. With the gun in her hand, he didn�t want to scare her into shooting herself or him. He was also a little scared she couldn�t answer.
�Sam . . . Major . . .� he called a little louder, �Major Carter.�
No response other than the continued raspy breathing. Pulling his cell phone from the pocket of his leather jacket, he quickly dialed 9-1-1 to call the paramedics. As soon as he was assured that they were on their way, he hung up and called Dr. Janet Fraiser.
�Hey Doc,� he said gravely, �Carter�s hurt real bad. Ambulance is on the way. We�ll meet you at the hospital.�
It was all Jack could say as he watched his injured Major struggle to breathe.
�Hold on, Sam. You gotta fight,� he said as he eased the revolver from her lifeless hand, �You gotta stay strong.
He carefully pulled the blanket over her naked body.
�Help�s on the way.�
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�A bruised femur, three broken ribs, a broken arm, a fractured jaw, and contusions and bruising over nearly three quarters of her body. . . .� Janet stated flatly, ushering Jack into the private waiting area, �She�s very lucky you found her when you did, Colonel. Two of her ribs punctured her left lung. If you hadn�t gotten her to the hospital when you did, she would have stopped breathing all together. She�s going to need an extended physical recovery time. Currently, she�s in a coma due to the head trauma, which is not entirely all bad. Her body needs time to heal. But��
�But, Doc? Oh, I hate it when you say but�� Jack said with only a trace of his sardonic humor, �But what?�
�Well, Colonel,� Janet started softly, �Physically, she�s going to be okay, eventually. But,� Jack rolled his eyes and she hurried on, �but emotionally, depending on what she remembers, she�s going to be a wreck.�
�And that would be because . . . ?� Jack asked. He was pretty sure he knew the answer. He�d seen her state of undress when he�d arrived, but he didn�t want to voice it himself.
�That would be,� Janet said, tears gathering in her eyes, �because this guy she shot raped and sodomized her brutally, before he beat the hell out of her. She�s been torn up pretty badly.�
�What?!� Jack asked, stunned. His knees buckled and he was glad there was a chair behind him. He collapsed into it gratefully
�Sir, other than the physical proof of this, we really don�t understand what happened or why.�
�I�ll tell you what happened,� Jack growled, �The bastard raped her, beat the crap out of her and probably would have killed her if she hadn�t shot him first. The son of a bitch is lucky she killed him. I would have . . .�
Jack stopped. His terror at hearing the shot, the horror of finding her broken and bloody body, and the devastation of knowing how badly Sam had been abused hit Jack like a two ton truck. Jack O�Neill, resident son of a bitch at Cheyenne Mountain, suddenly broke down and began to cry.
Janet looked around. For once in her medical career, she was at a loss as to her next course of action. Colonel O�Neill was sobbing, actually sobbing. The S.O.B. who�d tragically lost his son and subsequently his wife, his best friend and numerous soldiers under his command had never shown such grief. She knew part of it was shock and suspected what the other part was, but she really didn�t know what to do next.
She was saved from having to comfort the Colonel by the arrival of Daniel Jackson. Daniel hurried down the hallway toward them, a look of concern on his face.
�Janet?� he said, obviously distracted by the sobs still coming from Jack.
�Daniel,� she said in greeting, �Sam�s in bad shape. She�s got several broken bones and is currently in a coma,� pulling Daniel to the side and lowering her voice she continued, �. . . and she was raped . . . The Colonel�s taking it pretty hard. He found her.�
With a pat of her hand and a simple nod, he relieved her of her burden.
�Go take care of Sam,� he ordered with tears in his eyes, �Jack�ll be okay with me.�
With a soft smile and a nod in return, Janet left Daniel to comfort the Colonel with a sigh of relief.
Squatting down in front of Jack, Daniel saw the desolation in the other man�s posture. He�d never seen Jack sobbing. He�d seen a tear or two slide down Jack�s cheek when he�d seen Ska�ara taken as host to Klor�el, but with all the tragedy they�d both seen in the last four years, he�d never seen Jack lose control. He doubted Jack even knew he was there. This was serious.
�Jack? Hey,� Daniel smiled softly, the tears gathering in his own eyes, �uh . . . how ya doin�?�
Jack lifted his head from his hands to glance at Daniel. Daniel almost jumped away at the pain, despair and rage he saw in Jack�s eyes for only a moment before Jack swiped the tears from his face angrily and sucked in a calming breath.
�How am I doing?� Jack mimicked, �Do you even need to ask? Jesus, Daniel, you should have seen her. She was barely recognizable as my . . . our Sam. He beat her so badly, and . . . and . . .�
�And he raped her,� Daniel said softly, �Janet told me.�