'"Just don't move at all'," Daniel emphasized helpfully. He was less helpful holding the gauze to his head. "Not 'don't move none'. Double negative."
There went his shirt. Daniel watched Howard work, his own hand with the bandage wilting in his distraction. Howard performing first aid was a completely different Howard than the one in the mummy chamber. Confident, assured, completely in his element. Daniel wished he could believe him on the bad fall. He didn't just faint. Maybe once in the library, but that was something with the TARDIS.
Daniel looked up at John when he spoke. How weird was it that out of the two of them, it was John who knew what Daniel would've wanted, not Howard? He never would've expected empathy from John. The last thing Daniel had in mind was stopping the dig or interrupting progress, and especially for himself. He wasn't more important than saving what they could. "John's right. Don't bring the others. I don't want to pull hands off the dig just because of me. The dig matters more."
First trying to tell John that he didn't faint earlier, and now he came in to see him on the ground. Daniel flushed. Ducking his head so he didn't have to see John's look, Daniel tried to get his bearings back. He looked around the room, eyes stinging. His head still felt stuffed. Heavy. Breathing hurt too. Things were coming back together, if sluggishly, but better than nothing at all. He remembered standing at the sarcophagus. Then he was on the floor, bleeding from a head wound, probably from hitting the only other thing in the room. The sand looked scuffed around-
Where was he? What a stupid question. "I'm on the floor." And wishing he could get up. And get a new shirt. "In the sarcophagus room." Maybe he was getting used to Janet and her staff shooting the round of questions after half their gate missions. Daniel tried to sit up and then, flinching, decided it wasn't such a good idea just yet. His hand went to his side. "My chest feels kinda tight." Maybe he was putting it just a little mildly.
Re: Daniel Jackson || Sub Temple B - Sarcophagus Hidden Chamber
There went his shirt. Daniel watched Howard work, his own hand with the bandage wilting in his distraction. Howard performing first aid was a completely different Howard than the one in the mummy chamber. Confident, assured, completely in his element. Daniel wished he could believe him on the bad fall. He didn't just faint. Maybe once in the library, but that was something with the TARDIS.
Daniel looked up at John when he spoke. How weird was it that out of the two of them, it was John who knew what Daniel would've wanted, not Howard? He never would've expected empathy from John. The last thing Daniel had in mind was stopping the dig or interrupting progress, and especially for himself. He wasn't more important than saving what they could. "John's right. Don't bring the others. I don't want to pull hands off the dig just because of me. The dig matters more."
First trying to tell John that he didn't faint earlier, and now he came in to see him on the ground. Daniel flushed. Ducking his head so he didn't have to see John's look, Daniel tried to get his bearings back. He looked around the room, eyes stinging. His head still felt stuffed. Heavy. Breathing hurt too. Things were coming back together, if sluggishly, but better than nothing at all. He remembered standing at the sarcophagus. Then he was on the floor, bleeding from a head wound, probably from hitting the only other thing in the room. The sand looked scuffed around-
Where was he? What a stupid question. "I'm on the floor." And wishing he could get up. And get a new shirt. "In the sarcophagus room." Maybe he was getting used to Janet and her staff shooting the round of questions after half their gate missions. Daniel tried to sit up and then, flinching, decided it wasn't such a good idea just yet. His hand went to his side. "My chest feels kinda tight." Maybe he was putting it just a little mildly.