I am not an invalid...

[sgt_c_lenoir]

Chuck sits down at Jonny's desk, resisting the urge to bang his head on it. That probably wouldn't be a good idea. It's been more than 24 hours since he was released from the infirmary, and after a good long sleep he should have been ready for light duty, or at least to go get himself breakfast in the mess hall, but no, Jonny insisted on him

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~~via comm~~

[dr_macgregor]

"Sgt. Lenoir? This is Dr. MacGregor. May I speak with you in person, please?"

The voice was hesitant, as if expecting the worst.

Re: ~~via comm~~

[sgt_c_lenoir]

Chuck picked up his comm, glad to have something to do, at least. "Yeah, sure. I'm in O'Neil's quarters and forbidden to leave due to an all but nonexistent injury, but as long as you don't mind having to come here, fine."

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[dr_macgregor]

"That'll be fine, I'll be just a moment."

A few moments later, Rae stood outside the door. She hoped Jonny wouldn't mind her being here, but this needed to be done. She chimed the door, and came in when he called out. It took a deep breath to steady her nerves. He'd mentioned an injury?...

"Hi. You said injury? I hope you're doing alright. I... I just wanted to come see you and say thank you for all your help and stuff..."

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[sgt_c_lenoir]

Chuck opened the door. He wasn't sure what the situation was Jonny had run off to deal with, but if he wasn't back by now, it would probably be a while.

"Yeah, got on the wrong side of a Marine's fist, spent the night in the infirmary with a head injury. Jonny worries too much. If - if you don't mind me asking, how're you doing?" He blanks for a moment on what she's thanking him for, then realizes she probably means his small part in the plan to deal with the Goa'uld. "Hey, don't thank me, I'm just a convenient set of hands that knows how to wire a console. It was Jonny and Dr. Jackson that did all the thinking and most of the work."