Everything was still kind of fuzzy, and Howard's remark was doing nothing to help him out here, especially when Daniel was trying to sort through the bog his brain devolved into. Whatever Daniel thought of Howard? Howard sounded like he might be upset at him. Like Daniel didn't respect him for some reason. Daniel's opinion hadn't changed since he last talked to him, but it wasn't a bad assessment of the kid. This was going too fast. Daniel looked blankly at Howard. "What?"

Not an ideal solution, but if Daniel could get whoever it was to work as an assistant, it wasn't a lost cause.

"So it's settled. I'll work with someone down here."

The look transferred over to John, shifting into a scowl. So what if he was? Whether John believed it or not, this was important work. If he wanted to be a dead weight, fine. He had enough to do and manage on the dig that he couldn't watch everyone. But for now, he weirdly enough had John's support. Daniel was right, John didn't want to carry him. Daniel still didn't want him to. He didn't even want him down here.

All he had to do was get field stitches. This wasn't going to be fun. Daniel leaned his head back on the sarcophagus in preparation and closed his eyes. He didn't want to see the stitches coming at him. "So what happened? How long was I out?"