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Title: Hit the Floor
Author: Sarah H
Rating: PG
Pairings: None, unless you squint.
Word count: 612
Summary: Rodney's fine. Right?
A/N: Slightly OOC.
"Infirmary, we've got a medical emergency!! Men down!!" The strained and panicked voice of Dr. Rodney McKay flooded the room. He had returned from a mission and had just stepped through the Stargate. Within seconds several of the medical personnel were hurrying down the corridors and to the gate room. Dr. Carson Beckett was one of them.
Back in the gate room, McKay was standing over Sheppard and Ford, busy explaining the situation to Dr. Elizabeth Weir. He was speaking far too quickly, and the people around him could only make partial sense of what he was saying. He knew Ford and Sheppard would be okay, but he was starting to panic and was finding it hard to say much of anything without sounding insane.
"Where are Teyla and Ronon?" Weir asked with sudden urgency.
"We were under so much fire, yes, so much fire - couldn't see anybody else, nobody else - wraith, tons of them, wraith were all around us -" McKay babbled on, trying to explain himself to the best of his abilities.
"Calm down, Rodney - tell me what happened. From the beginning, okay?" Weir held up a hand to silence McKay when she added "Slowly, please." and gave him a reassuring smile.
"It was a set-up. The whole thing was a trap. We were looking for a ZPM when we were ambushed. There were dozens of Wraith there. I don't know how they knew we'd be there, but they did. Must've been tipped off. That or a lucky guess, but the Wraith don't just get lucky. They fired on us - hit Ford - and we had to fall back to the gate. Teyla and Ronon gated to another planet right before us to do some trading. Major Sheppard was hit right before we got through the gate, I had to drag them both through... Couldn't leave them behind... Nearly got hit..." McKay trailed off and took a deep breath before staring down at the ground.
"You did a good job. There wasn't anything else you could've done."
"Well I know that." McKay touched his stomach subconsciously.
"Rodney?" Weird asked cautiously as the medical team rushed in and attended to Ford and Sheppard. "Are you all right?"
"What? Oh. Yes, yes. Fine. Never felt better." McKay mumbled something quietly to himself. Weir didn't quite catch what it was. He turned to leave when Dr. Beckett's hand caught his arm and pulled him back.
"Look, I already said I'm feeling fine." He received a snort from the Scott, who refused to let go of his arm.
"Standard procedure, McKay. You should know that by now."
"Oh. Right." McKay frowned for a moment before he allowed himself to be led to the med bay. "Standard procedure. Forgot about that."
"Are you sure you're all right, McKay?" Beckett was frowning.
"What?"
"You look a wee bit pale." Beckett repeated himself. "Are you sure you're all right?"
"Mmhmm."
"Then why're you holdin' your stomach like that?"
"I don't know what you're - oh." McKay looked down at his hand, and let it fall to his side. Come to think of it, he didn't feel a hundred percent. He frantically searched his mind for the reason. He had completely forgotten the power bar in the left breast pocket of his vest.
"When was the last time you had somethin' to eat?"
McKay didn't hear the doctor's last words as hit the floor before they even made it to the infirmary.
Beckett sighed. McKay was always falling apart on his watch, and Beckett was the one left to pick up the pieces.
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