Time has no meaning on Stacy! Bendytimed like woah!

[valaunbound]

For the archeological team that went to Kalimba on Stacy's mission, they've been gone for six months give or take. Six months of being held prisoner and tortured. None of them have any idea that they've only been gone a few days as far as the rest of Stacy are concerned, something they'll discover sooner rather than later presumably.

When they do arrive back Vala's on the brink of collapse, barely able to stand up or stay conscious. She'd been injected with poison and used as a booby trap for the Goa'uld Sobek that had used Daniel as a host for six months and she still has the dead Goa'uld inside her. Whether it's that or the poison that's in her system or the signs of malnutrition or a combination of all of the above is unclear but in a nutshell, she's not looking good even if the naquadah in her bloodstream is helping her a little.

Right now she's laid out on a bed in medbay, still dressed in the skimpy ceremonial Goa'uld robes and hoping someone knows how to get this 'thing' that's wound itself around her spinal chord out of her. When she can stay lucid enough to think about it that is.

[OOC: Open to those who were on the Kalimba mission and Medical Staff]

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[atadiscoverer]

Carson had been called in nearly immediately once the group had returned, and he sped up when he found out who it was.

Dr. Daniel Jackson and Vala Mal Doran. The only two people from the SGC on Stacy. He had heard the preliminary reports, but he needed to run some tests himself. He does know that Vala will likely need more attention, however, so goes immediately to her once he enters the Medbay.

"Vala? Can you hear me?" He says, clearly, when he gets to her bedside. "I'm Dr. Beckett. I'm from Atlantis." He's already pulling out his Medical Scanner. Ideally, he'd like to get her under the big one, but he doesn't want to move her without some idea of what's going on...

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The effects of the poison in her system are too much for her body and her nervous system to cope with. The Doctor had said he had no idea of how long her body would tolerate the toxin and their escape had been heftily delayed by having to take Daniel to the sarcophagus. It felt like a burning cold liquid metal spreading through her body, rendering her weaker by the minute.

The past couple of hours aren't clear to her at all, moments of lucidity that don't quite seem to piece themselves together in the right order. There were explosions and staff weapon blasts, torrential rain followed by a brilliant hot sun that felt like it was burning through her skin. The only thing she was acutely aware of was Daniel by her side the entire time. Close enough to smell, yet he had smelt foreign. More like Sobek.

"Uh huh," she nods slightly in response to the voice, the word Atlantis not quite making sense to her. Were they in Atlantis? No, they were heading for Stacy, they couldn't possibly be in Atlantis.

[atadiscoverer]

Carson checks the IV drip that's been hooked up, before moving to top up the antibiotic drip that was working on getting rid of the poison. It was based on an Ancient design that worked on most poisons found in the Milky Way, and he was hoping it would be enough...

"You're going to be okay. Once we get you stabilised, and this poison out, we'll remove the Goa'uld from you."

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"Just tell me it's definitely dead," the one prevailing thought throughout this has been that Sobek might just be laying dormant waiting for his moment to strike back and she has the added concern that she's brought it to Atlantis now. Her mind still not having properly pieced together even where she is.

She swats at the entry site of one of the drips, feeling for that damned thing that's irritating her and scratching at her skin like a beetle trying to burrow itself inside.

"If I've brought it into Atlantis..." her thought process trails off then as she weakly pulls at the tube in her arm, barely aware she's doing it. "Daniel? The others? They made it?"

[atadiscoverer]

And Carson's instantly got his hands on her shoulders. "Careful, careful...." He mumbles, soothingly. "Just relax."

He sighs slightly. "If only you were on Atlantis. No. You're back on Stacy, and Dr. Jackson is fine. They're all fine. I'm more worried about you. And, yes, it's dead."

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"You need to get it out of me," there's a sudden urgency and panic to her tone, despite his hands on her shoulders calming her. There's little resistance though, not even the power in her shoulders to shrug him off or sit up.

Vala doesn't want to wait any longer than is necessary. She has a dead Goa'uld inside of her and if she's going to die then she wants to do it without that snake rotting inside her.

[atadiscoverer]

"Hold your horses..." Carson says, still soothingly, but firmly. "We're going to get rid of this poison first."

The antibiotic was fast-acting, and he was monitoring her vitals via the medical scanners, but it was too early to tell just yet...

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Patience and taking the slow route to anything isn't Vala's forté, even in this state she wants things to happen yesterday.

There's an irritated sigh escapes her lips, her head back slumping back against the bed in defeat. With hindsight that wasn't the greatest of ideas. The room started to swim again, Carson's image seemed to be looming over her, his features coming into focus and then morphing into something else entirely.

Her pupils dilated and contracted as she struggled to focus on him. "I'm fine, I feel better already." The obvious lie slurred its way from her lips as if she were drunk.

[atadiscoverer]

"I'm sure you do feel better, but unfortunately, it's my opinion that counts, and my opinion is that you aren't fine." Carson says, firmly. His voice is quiet, but firm.

"The antibiotic is an Ancient recipe. Fast-acting. We'll know soon, and prep for surgery as soon as possible."

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"Are you always so frustrating? Or do you just whip out the stubborn attitude on special occasions?" Vala looked at the ceiling, even managing a small eyeroll. Doctors, not her favourite species. They always seem to know better in that irritating calm tone that you just can't argue with.

"You do know it's wound itself around my central nervous system don't you?" She knows it's not as simple as he just made it sound, her comment is as much for ensuring he doesn't try to condescend her and spare her the details or the risks as it's meant to check his credentials.

[atadiscoverer]

"Yes, I'm fully aware of that, thank you." Was that a hint of impatience?

"Would you like to know the full, gruesome and gory detail of exactly how I'm going to remove the symbiote from your spinal column? I can provide a full itinery."

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She's been retching constantly, and the next time her stomach kicks it's timed purely coincidentally with when Carson threatens to tell her all the gory unnecessary detail. She's had enough of gore and blood over the last six months to last her a lifetime. Images that will probably never go away.

Vala chokes uncomfortably on her own bile, slumping back down as every movement wracked through her body leaving her drained.

"That won't be necessary." She finally manages when the spasm dissipates.

[atadiscoverer]

As soon as that attack starts, Carson grabs his medical scanner and starts running the device over Vala. He scribbles his notes down in Ancient as he does so.

"The retching is a side-effect of the poison. Good news, the antibiotics seem to be working, I can see the poison being neutralised as we speak. Another few hours, and we should be ready to extract the symbiote."

He moves to put the Scanner and Life-Signs detector down. "Try to rest. I'll be back to check in on you in a wee while.

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"You think?" Even potentially on her death bed, Vala finds herself riling at being condescended and the fact he's stating the obvious to her. The sarcasm comes pouring out. "I thought it might have been the shrimp I had for lunch. So I'm glad we got that one cleared up, and you're qualified."

By the time the fact she had to wait a 'few hours' actually sank in, Carson was already walking away. She couldn't do much more than just lie there, banging her head backwards in frustration. She'd go crazy just lying here and waiting, she was sure of it.