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hathor_girlSummary: Sam/Jolinar and the others are injured - some more than others. Fortunately, there are friendly people who show up to help.
Martouf POV
I must have lost consciousness again, probably due to the thick smoke from the burning engines, because when I wake up again, I am outside the teltac, lying in the grass, I believe. I can feel a light wind blow, and the sun is shining on my face.
I focus inward for a moment, and finds to my relief that Lantash is alive, and concentrated on healing our wounds.
Not wanting to do anything counterproductive to the healing, I lie still, and just open my eyes and look around. I can sense other symbiotes nearby, weak but alive. I hear someone, and turn my head a little bit, to see some people dressed as peasants, carry someone from the teltac.
I remember the crash. It was bad, and worse was that it was impossible to open the door, and let out the dangerous smoke from the burning engines. We would not have survived for very long in there, but fortunately these people have come to our rescue.
Hopefully there is no Goa'uld on this world, because we are in no condition to fight, and a downed teltac is bound to draw them here.
I now see that it is Jacob they are carrying. I can sense Selmak, thought the signal is very weak. So they are alive, but clearly badly wounded.
Where is my Jolinar - and Samantha? I feel my heart beat fast with worry. My beloved Jolinar, and Samantha whom both Lantash and I are trying hard not to fall for. Trying and failing. Soon she will leave, and Jolinar will be in a tank. For how long? How much punishment will she get for this stunt, on top of taking an unwilling host?
All of that is irrelevant right now. Are they even alive? The locals have put down Jacob on the ground, and after checking on him, they have returned to the teltac.
I hear them work inside, no doubt trying to remove the fallen parts of the teltac. A very long time passes. I am getting sick with worry. Lantash has controlled most of the pain, and is well on the way to healing us, but right now I would rather he concentrated on talking to me. I feel alone, and I hate that feeling. At least I can sense Lantash, and that helps. I don't think I would live long if I ever lost him. The loneliness would be too much.
Finally the locals exit the teltac again, carrying someone again - and I see it is Jolinar and Samantha! I can sense Jolinar, but her energy signature is very weak. She is alive, though, and that gives me hope, even if it is worrying to have her wounded like this so shortly after she recovered from the ashrak's attack. She would no doubt still have been weak. I just hope this is not too much for her, but my Jolinar is strong. She will live. She must!
~Martouf?~ A voice suddenly speaks in my head.
~Lantash!~ I am more relieved than anyone could imagine! ~Are you all right?~
~Yes, I am merely tired. I have repaired all our wounds, though our left leg will be sore for a day or so.~
I sit up. ~Everything feels fine.~
~Of course!~ Lantash sounds proud, and he has a right to.
I look around, and spot the locals. They have carried everyone from the teltac. I get up, and they immediately notice. "Hello?" I say.
"Greetings, stranger." An older man says. "I am Folkah of Towa. I am surprised, though pleased, to see you standing. Your wounds seemed more grave."
"I am still sore, but I believe some of this blood you see are from some of the others." I lie, not ready to tell him the truth. "My injuries were light."
He hesitates, then nods. "That is fortunate. More so than your companions. They are all still unconscious."
"I will check on them. Hopefully they will soon recover." I am unhappy I do not have a healing device. I am fairly sure there was one on the teltac, though. "I will first look in the teltac, to see if the...medical supplies, are still there."
I eventually have to give up. The healing device is no where to be found, but most of the teltac interior is destroyed or mashed together. It is a shock that we were not all killed. I touch my pockets and bag, and find my hand device, and my zat'nik'tel. So the locals have not searched us.
Another man, a bit younger than Folkah, is standing near Jacob, and a young woman is kneeling by him. I see a couple other men and women nearby, that have all helped free us from the teltac. We owe them much thanks.
After greeting them all, and learning their names are Kohlak, Nadira, Sukaf, Tanna, Erogon, and Siolla, I check on the others.
Jacob is very badly wounded, and the knock on his head has almost certainly affected Selmak as well. It is very worrying, but right now there is nothing we can do. Later we will see if we can find some herbs to make a strengthening potion, at least.
Samantha and Jolinar are unconscious, and have a fairly bad concussion, several broken ribs, and multiple fractures in the leg. Aside from that, they have bruises all over the body, but the concussion is the worst. Especially since they were hit in the back of the head, and Jolinar is affected directly. She can only help Samantha in a very limited manner until she has healed more, and is awake. Lantash and I both feel a cold fear, and wish more than anything that we had a healing device, or were back in the tunnels were our beloved...our beloveds...we admit to feeling that for both now, can be helped.
Jack O'Neill and Daniel Jackson both have mild concussions, broken ribs, and bruises. They will live, but they will be in pain for a while. Teal'c is in kel'no'reem, and hopefully his symbiote can heal the fractured arm and ribs I suspect he has. Lantash reminds me we must tell Folkah and the others not to move him during his kel'no'reem, as it can be dangerous. Jacob/Selmak, Samantha/Jolinar, and Rohk/Ihlkat should not be moved either.
Rohk and Ihlkat has similar wounds to Jacob and Selmak, but without the added danger of a neck injury. They will live.
"How is the young woman faring?" I ask, when after several hours the locals still insist I rest, and leave the others alone.
"You ask again?" the woman called Nadira say, a bemused expression on her face. I suppose I have been very persistent.
"Yes...I worry." I admit.
"She is your mate?"
I hesitate, wanting nothing more than to say yes. "I am not sure...if she still is. I hope so."
"You quarrelled before the crash?" Nadira nods, and I decides to let her believe this. The real reason - that one of my mates are dead, and the other lives within someone I wish will become my mate, but doesn't seem to want to - is something I cannot tell her. "Do not concern yourself. She will live. She awoke a short time ago, and I am bringing her warm broth. I am sure she will forgive whatever transpired between you." She comforts.
"She is awake? May I bring her the broth?" I ask, eagerly.
Nadira hesitates, then nods. "Do not make her agitated. I should not let you talk to her now, I suppose, but you seem honestly worried and in love with her - and she has asked about you as well." She gives me the bowl of soup. "Talk to her, but only for a short time!" She warns, then smiles. "When you come back, I have some soup for you as well. You must be hungry."
Sam POV
The door opens again, and to my surprise it is not Nadira who returns.
"Martouf?" I look at him in surprise, then smile. "I'm glad to see you're okay."
"Likewise, Samantha." He smiles widely, and despite how crappy I feel, my heart beats faster. That smile...so charming and cute! "I am bringing you some soup, which you should eat. You need the strength." He looks concerned. "How are you feeling? What about Jolinar?"
I sigh, and try to sit up. When I obviously have a hard time doing so, Martouf puts the soup on the small table beside the bed and jumps to help me.
"Thanks." I smile at him again. "I'm better, but still a bit...weak, I guess. My headache is much less, though."
He nods. "I really wish I had a healing device, but it was lost under the debris of the ship."
"I understand." I sigh. "Jolinar is alive, but she is unconscious. It feels as if she's a bit stronger than before, but she hasn't woken up since we crashed. Martouf, I'm worried about her!"
He holds his hand over my forehead, to gauge Jolinar's energy signature. "She is weak, but I believe she will survive. You hit the back of your head?"
"Yes, unfortunately."
"It is among the most dangerous of injuries for blended individuals. Fortunately it is rare that the injury is such that the symbiote is badly affected, but both you and your father were unlucky in this way." I am about to say something, but he sees my fear. "Do not worry. Selmak and Jacob will both make it...and so will you and Jolinar."
I don't know if he really feels certain, or if he is trying to convince me - and himself. "What about you and Lantash?"
"We were lucky, and only got bruises. We are well."
"I'm very happy about that." I smile at him, then try to reach for the bowl of soup beside me, but the movement hurts and I make a grimace.
He sits on the edge of my bed, and holds the bowl in front of me. "I believe I should help you eat."
I sigh, not liking to be this helpless. Somehow I'm happy he sits with me, though - and even that he helps me. I nod. "Thanks."