They begun the examination by doing the usual routine of finding the pressure points on his broken ankle seeing where it hurts. His teeth chewed the inside of his lip trying to allieviate the pain. Chuck's voice came on the radio again. Apparently Woolsey didn't give a flying f**k that he was injured. It was one of those moments where he missed Elizabeth and wished that someway somehow in this galaxy he would find her. She would have waited till he was up for it.
A deep sigh left his lips as he felt the stretcher move smart idea saving the time to transporting him into a wheelchair. He leaned back against the proped up spine of the strecher and closed his eyes. Elizabeth wasn't here only this grumpy ol' bald politician who didn't care about anyone but himself.
He opened his eyes and furrowed his brow, and as he was wheeled into the gate room, he realized Woolsey reminded him, of a certain someone. Someone who crossed his mind one too many times today.
"Woolsey," John said looking darkly into his leader's eyes at the same time hoping he would see his swollen ankle,
"have you not read protocol? All expedition members who are injured must seek medical attention immeiately unless it is a dire emergency....so this better be an emergency." And then he muttered under his breath..
"Kolya"