Broken rib(s?) and not a collapsed lung and not a clue how he landed on the sarcophagus. Super. And he had Howard channeling Doctor Fraiser.
John joined them, crouching on the other side of him and for a second, Daniel felt strangely crowded. He cocked his head curiously at the man. Actually, what was surprising was the fact John hadn't made any snide comments or even argued with Howard. From what Daniel saw of him, he certainly expected him to do something like it. Or anything that wasn't actually helpful, like be his normal pain in the ass self.
"I think Howard can handle this, John," Daniel wanted to say, anything to spare himself from what came next in front of John, but then John's thumb skimmed over and settled on his skin. Daniel's mouth closed. He looked away, back to Howard. No problems here. Maybe Daniel was wrong about John. Maybe there was something more than the massive chip on his shoulder.
Howard chose that moment to press down on his collarbone. It wasn't the first time he'd had this kind of injury. He'd gotten one on Chulak, and he wasn't anymore prepared for this kind of test this time either. Daniel's face instantly closed. His jaw clenched, eyes squeezing shut for a moment to keep back the groan. It was like someone drove a railroad iron into him. A hiss of pain squeezed past his teeth. It lasted forever and then was over in a flash.
"That was fun. Can we not do it again?" Daniel kept his eyes closed. He could feel them watering. Yeah, better to keep them closed a little longer. How long was this going to take? And did either of them see anything? He'd ask the moment Howard stopped trying to collapse his chest.
Re: Daniel Jackson || Sub Temple B - Sarcophagus Hidden Chamber
John joined them, crouching on the other side of him and for a second, Daniel felt strangely crowded. He cocked his head curiously at the man. Actually, what was surprising was the fact John hadn't made any snide comments or even argued with Howard. From what Daniel saw of him, he certainly expected him to do something like it. Or anything that wasn't actually helpful, like be his normal pain in the ass self.
"I think Howard can handle this, John," Daniel wanted to say, anything to spare himself from what came next in front of John, but then John's thumb skimmed over and settled on his skin. Daniel's mouth closed. He looked away, back to Howard. No problems here. Maybe Daniel was wrong about John. Maybe there was something more than the massive chip on his shoulder.
Howard chose that moment to press down on his collarbone. It wasn't the first time he'd had this kind of injury. He'd gotten one on Chulak, and he wasn't anymore prepared for this kind of test this time either. Daniel's face instantly closed. His jaw clenched, eyes squeezing shut for a moment to keep back the groan. It was like someone drove a railroad iron into him. A hiss of pain squeezed past his teeth. It lasted forever and then was over in a flash.
"That was fun. Can we not do it again?" Daniel kept his eyes closed. He could feel them watering. Yeah, better to keep them closed a little longer. How long was this going to take? And did either of them see anything? He'd ask the moment Howard stopped trying to collapse his chest.