Title: The Blood of Sokar
Spoilers: Jolinar's Memories and The Devil You Know
Disclaimers: All Stargate SG-1 characters are property of MGM Studios, the Sci-Fi Channel, and Gekko Productions.
Daniel's vision was going in and out of focus as Teal'c spoke to them. He had no idea what was going on. All he knew was that his head hurt badly, his eyes were burning, and he felt so nauseated he could barely sit up. He had a bad feeling that he was allergic to the Blood of Sokar. He was so out of it that he didn't hear anyone calling his name. Instead, he laid onto his back and let the dark world of unconsciousness wrap around him like a blanket.
"Daniel?" Jack said again, shaking his friend. He placed a hand on Daniel's forehead. He was burning up! "Carter, get over here!"
"Something isn't right here, Carter. He's been so quiet since we got back. When I turned around to talk to him, he had a faraway look in his eyes and then passed out."
Sam assessed his injuries as best as she could, but with only a basic medical training, there wasn't much she could do. "The only surface wound I can see, is on his face. Probably from Apophis."
"Damn him!" Jack cursed. "Do you think he was allergic to that... stuff we drank?"
"The Blood of Sokar? It's possible, Sir. Daniel does have the knack for being allergic to things."
Jack looked around. "I'll stay with him in case he wakes up. See if Marty has an idea about what's wrong with him. Maybe it has nothing to do with that crap. For all we know, he contracted some kind of flu while we were in Hell. Either way..."
"Try to stay positive, right, Sir?"
"Martouf," Sam said, kneeling next to the Tok'ra.
"Samantha. Is something wrong?"
"It's Daniel. I don't know if he's having an adverse reaction to The Blood of Sokar, or if he contracted something in Hell, but he lost consciousness and has a high temperature. I was wondering if there were any known cases of people dying from ingesting that stuff."
Martouf sat up, his eyes full of concern. "Lantesh has." He bowed his head and his eyes lit. "Dr. Jackson is most likely suffering a reaction to The Blood of Sokar. Unfortunately, there is no known cure for this. Many Tok'ra and humans have perished in this way. I am sorry."
Sam nodded, holding in her tears. Placing a hand on his shoulder, she said, "It's not you're fault, Lantesh. And who knows, Dr. Frasier just might be able to save him."
"Samantha," Martouf said, "Do not get your hopes up."
"No!" Sam cried. "Daniel is much too strong to let something like this get the better of him! He is not going to die!"
"Sir," Sam said, "We're on Vorash."
Jack opened his eyes and stretched. He hadn't meant to fall asleep. He glanced over at Daniel to see he was still out of it. "Carter, have Teal'c dial the gate and brief General Hammond on the situation. Marty, Aldwin and I will get these guys out there."
"Are you sure? I mean, your leg."
"I'll be fine, Carter. Just go." She nodded and left them as Jack attempted to wake his friend. "Daniel, can you hear me?" He stirred, but didn't wake. "Daniel, rise and shine. We're almost home."
"Ja'k?" Is that what I sound like? Daniel thought tiredly.
"Good to see you awake, Danny Boy. How ya feeling?"
"Like five Jaffa are piled on top of me. And why is it so hot in here?"
"You have a fever. Think you can sit up?"
Daniel slowly sat up with Jack's help. He couldn't remember the last time he felt so bad. Maybe that was a good thing... Okay, now all he had to do was slide down from where he was sitting. How he got up there, he hadn't a clue.
"How's it going, Danny?"
"Not well." He paused a minute. "Jack"
"As soon as we get outside, I'm going to be sick."