Weary, by Jennamajig (PG)
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stargateficrecRec Category: Carson Beckett
Pairing: N/A
Category: Character study, gen, Carson Beckett.
Warning: Slight angst.
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jennamajig
Author's Website: Stories (and other things) by Jennamajig
Link: Weary
Why This Must Be Read: This is just a short little glimpse at just how much Atlantis depended on Carson back during the first season. With medical supplies running low and half the city down with what would have been a fairly commonplace disease back home on Earth, he's forced to do twice the work on half the sleep.
He was tired.
Physically and emotionally and from the tips of his fingers to last centimeter of his toes. It never seemed to abate, and sleep was constantly interrupted. He was the doctor after all. The one that was supposed to look after everyone, make sure every injury was attended to, every illness treated. The trouble was, in the end, he wasn't sure who would look after him.
Carson Beckett sighed. It had been a long day and would be an even longer night. SGA-2 came back with multiple injuries after a hostile mission. He and his staff had barely settled when he'd gotten a call from Peter Grodin, informing him that he feared Elizabeth Weir was ill. This necessitated a trip to Elizabeth's office with a stash of medical supplies, since he knew the woman would never return to the infirmary without a fight. Some slight bickering and a quick exam later, he tentatively diagnosed her with strep throat, ordered her to her quarters and taken the swab back to the lab. It was strep and before he knew it, all of Atlantis seemed to parade in, inflicted with the ailment.
He briefly pondered how Elizabeth was sharing her germs, but figured if he valued his life, so he'd be better off not knowing. Still, half of Atlantis, including the majority of his own staff now had strep throat. And despite his constant insistence, Rodney McKay was thankfully - or unthankfully depending on how he chose to look at it - not one of them.
He was tired. The antibiotic supply couldn't take much of these epidemics. Which, of course, was why, he was sitting on floor in the mist of Atlantis medical supplies with a pad and pencil, calculating some simple math.
His hastily formulated conclusions made him even wearier. He did not look forward to delivering his finding at the next briefing after Elizabeth was back on her feet any more than the impending coming of the Wraith.
Oh well, his mum told him he would have days like this. He just didn't expect them all to be so close together that there wasn't a breath in between.
Pairing: N/A
Category: Character study, gen, Carson Beckett.
Warning: Slight angst.
Author on LJ:
jennamajigAuthor's Website: Stories (and other things) by Jennamajig
Link: Weary
Why This Must Be Read: This is just a short little glimpse at just how much Atlantis depended on Carson back during the first season. With medical supplies running low and half the city down with what would have been a fairly commonplace disease back home on Earth, he's forced to do twice the work on half the sleep.
He was tired.
Physically and emotionally and from the tips of his fingers to last centimeter of his toes. It never seemed to abate, and sleep was constantly interrupted. He was the doctor after all. The one that was supposed to look after everyone, make sure every injury was attended to, every illness treated. The trouble was, in the end, he wasn't sure who would look after him.
Carson Beckett sighed. It had been a long day and would be an even longer night. SGA-2 came back with multiple injuries after a hostile mission. He and his staff had barely settled when he'd gotten a call from Peter Grodin, informing him that he feared Elizabeth Weir was ill. This necessitated a trip to Elizabeth's office with a stash of medical supplies, since he knew the woman would never return to the infirmary without a fight. Some slight bickering and a quick exam later, he tentatively diagnosed her with strep throat, ordered her to her quarters and taken the swab back to the lab. It was strep and before he knew it, all of Atlantis seemed to parade in, inflicted with the ailment.
He briefly pondered how Elizabeth was sharing her germs, but figured if he valued his life, so he'd be better off not knowing. Still, half of Atlantis, including the majority of his own staff now had strep throat. And despite his constant insistence, Rodney McKay was thankfully - or unthankfully depending on how he chose to look at it - not one of them.
He was tired. The antibiotic supply couldn't take much of these epidemics. Which, of course, was why, he was sitting on floor in the mist of Atlantis medical supplies with a pad and pencil, calculating some simple math.
His hastily formulated conclusions made him even wearier. He did not look forward to delivering his finding at the next briefing after Elizabeth was back on her feet any more than the impending coming of the Wraith.
Oh well, his mum told him he would have days like this. He just didn't expect them all to be so close together that there wasn't a breath in between.
